Reborn farmhouse busy farming

Chapter 270

Old man Wu has already introduced Luo Tiandu as a confidant at this time, and he doesn't mind at all that she is a girl. He also wants to discuss with her more about the art of Luban and the coincidence of the Mo family.Luo Tiandu is just a Xibei guy, but because he saw a lot of novelties before, he didn't know what kind of engineering skills, so he evaded a few words, found an excuse to slip away, hid in the room, and drew a few pictures For blueprints such as threshing machine, electric fan and ceiling fan, old man Wu can figure it out by himself, so as to save him from nagging her all the time. She told the truth that old man Wu might think that she was hiding something.

After finally sending old man Wu away, Luo Tian wiped the cold sweat off his forehead. He saw old man Liu and Luo Baisu come back excitedly from outside. His face and neck were dark red from the sun, and he looked like an ordinary farmer. The old man Liu also held two ears of rice, and the branches were heavily pressed with golden grains.

When Luo Baisu came in, he didn't see Luo Tiandu, and said to Old Man Liu as he walked, "Old Liu has the final say on farming, and how to cultivate and select seeds is up to Mr. Liu himself. Go to the small capital."

Old man Liu also had a beaming expression on his face, and said: "If this thing really happens, Mr. Luo, it will be a great blessing to you, to me, and to the people of the world."

Luo Tian asked curiously: "Father, what are you talking about?"

Luo Baisu wiped his face, laughed and said, "Xiaodu, Mr. Liu said that the temperature here in Yi County is high and the sun is long. If there are good seeds and the weather is good, I guess the grain can be cooked for two seasons. Do you have any questions?" Talk about a good idea."

Luo Tian was taken aback, and immediately looked at this unremarkable old man with admiration. She didn't know when the truly mature double-cropping rice appeared in history, but hearing what Luo Baisu said, there should be no such thing in this era. With the emergence of two crops of rice, when she was farming in Huaxi Prefecture, she had never heard of the same food crop being planted twice in one year. It is remarkable that this old man Liu can make such a claim.

"Is the rice grown in spring in our county ripe?" Luo Tiandu turned his eyes to the ears of rice in old man Liu's hand and asked.

Old man Liu nodded: "This is the first batch of rice planted, and some of them are already ripe."

"It ripens earlier than Huaxi." Luo's family also has a few acres of paddy fields in Luojia Village. At this time of the year, the paddy fields are filled, which is at least half a month later than here.

Old man Liu remembers in more detail: "It has been about 110 days since this batch of rice seeds were planted. The seeds can be planted in March, and they are just harvested now. The summer here is long, and July, August, and September are all seasons of scorching sun. Even in October, the temperature is not too low. If you can cultivate a It is not impossible to batch early-maturing varieties and shorten the growth time, and it is not impossible to grow two varieties in the next year."

"Two crops a year, I won't say how many rich fields there are in the whole of Jiangnan. If only five or six out of ten of the wasteland in the south can be cultivated, how much more can you harvest in a year if you plant this kind of rice that crops twice a year? Stone food? At that time, the people of the world will not worry about food, and the people will not worry about food. If they have a way to live, why not worry about living and working in peace and contentment? Master Luo, you have done a good deed that will benefit the country and the people of the world. .”

Luo Baisu waved his hand, and said sincerely: "The lower official didn't do anything, but Mr. Liu came to Yi County to guide the people to grow food. Mr. Liu is the great benefactor of our Yi County people."

"Yi County has been deserted for many years, Master Luo has only been here for half a year, and he can present such a scene all over the place, which really admires the little old man." After the old man Liu finished speaking, he bowed to Luo Baisu and said A sincere expression of thanks to Luo Baisu.

What he said was true. Although Yi County was remote back then, it did not reach this level. A county had a population of 8000 to [-]. If it hadn't been for such incidents, it would not have fallen into such a situation.He knew that Imam was going to reorganize the southern side, so he ran all the way here with his old bones. It was not selfish. There were a bunch of aristocratic families in Beijing, and they didn't have any good jobs in the Ministry of Industry. Instead of staying Going to Beijing to hear those big and small court officials arguing all day long over trivial and trivial matters, it would be better to come to this barren land and do some practical things at least.

Luo Baisu was always cautious, and he refused to take things too seriously, so he hurriedly lifted old man Liu up, and the two talked for a while about how to cultivate rice seeds.

Luo Tian listened to the general idea. She had already guessed that the old men left by Wei Que must have different identities. This time, she was even more sure. Listening to the tone of this old man Liu, he always hangs the people of Liming in Jiangshan Sheji. In the mouth, it is clear which ministers are in the court. Judging from the fields they are proficient in, she thinks they are probably those old pedants with eccentric tempers from the Ministry of Industry.

She knows how to grow rice, how to sow seeds, how to grow seedlings, and how to transplant rice seedlings, but she has no idea how to breed a new variety.

"Father, although I don't understand this matter, I also know that it is a good thing. Uncle Liu is proficient in farming. It is up to Uncle Liu to make up his mind about breeding. Father, how about this? You choose the most sunny and easy to get water. The piece of land with the richest soil is used as an experimental field, and old man Liu is specially asked to think about this double-cropping rice. We will listen to old man Liu as to how to plant it. According to the old rules, what should be planted, without delaying the crops, wait until Mr. Liu's rice is planted, and then try to plant it on a small area for two years, and if it succeeds, then promote it, what do you think?"

"Success, let's do it like this, Mr. Liu, what do you think?" Luo Baisu thinks this is a good idea. Although he doesn't know what an experimental field is, after listening to Luo Tian's explanation, he knows that it is the best way Just let old man Liu plant the land.

Old man Liu couldn't think of any good way, and the cultivation of new rice seeds could not be done overnight, it would have to be selected and cultivated slowly over the years, and with luck, it might be able to be cultivated.He didn't expect to encounter such a thing on this trip to Beijing. If the double-season rice was cultivated in his lifetime, it would not be in vain for him to work hard on the fields all these years.

Luo Tian thought of the windmill in old man Wu's house, but Luo Baisu hadn't seen it before, so he said with a smile, "Father, old man Liu, let's go, I'll show you something."

"What?" Luo Baisu asked her in a good mood.

"You'll know when you get there." Luo Tian was even trying to keep a close eye on him.

Old man Liu said: "Could it be that old man Wu did something weird again? He can't be idle all day long."

"Ah? How did you know?" Luo Tian was stunned, she thought she could surprise Luo Baisu, but now it's alright, people already knew about it.

Old man Liu smiled and said nothing. He has been with Old Man Wu for decades, and he still doesn't know about Old Man Wu's temper. He was fascinated by carpentry again.

Luo Baisu also became interested, exchanged glances with Old Man Liu, and said, "Let's go and have a look."

Old man Wu went back early to ponder over the large stack of sketches that Luo Tiandu had stuffed into him, and the windmill was placed in the east wing.When Luo Tiandu went, old man Gan was shaking the handle, and Ding Wu was holding Luo Zijin on the air vent.

Luo Tian could see the black lines all over his head, and said, "Luo Zijin, what are you doing? The windmill just blew the sorghum rice, it was full of dust, you should be itchy after a while."

When Ding Wu heard what Luo Tian said, he hurriedly hugged Luo Zijin away, and saluted Luo Baisu: "Grandpa, little lady."

Luo Zijin was hugged away, not happy, and twisted in Ding Wu's arms, he wanted to go to the exit of the windmill.

Luo Tian saw that his forehead and neck were covered with a layer of thorns from the sorghum grains, and they were all red, so he hurriedly said, "Hurry up and hold Zijin down, let my mother boil a pot of hot water, and wash him from head to toe. , and then put on cooling ointment, otherwise he won't feel well in a while and he'll start messing around again."

Ding Wu knew that he had done something wrong, and was afraid that Luo Zijin would feel uncomfortable, so he hurriedly carried Luo Zijin down and went to find Fang.

Only then did Luo Baisu and old man Liu go around the windmill to look up and down, especially old man Liu, after turning around twice and fiddling with the wooden planks on top to control the pouring of millet, he realized what it was for. His eyes lit up: "This is good. Blowing food is just right for you, and it saves trouble. Old man Wu has been absurd for so many years, and he finally made something that can be used."

Old Man Gan laughed: "No, all these years you said that if he was a carpenter honestly and didn't want to imitate the whims, he would be able to make many good things."

Luo Tian heard Old Man Gan mention the long-lost noun Birdman, and couldn't help but want to laugh, even though she knew that Old Man Gan's saying Birdman really meant a birdman with wings, not anything else.

"Old man Gan, you're bullying me again, I heard it all." Old man Wu in the room rushed out unconvinced to refute.

Old man Gan didn't bother to argue with him, he waved his hand: "Go back and play with your kite, look, the ink from your pen is dripping down, dirtying the drawing."

Old man Wu saw that it was not. When he ran out, he was holding a pen in one hand and a blueprint in the other. The pen was newly dipped in ink and hadn’t written half a word yet. , It happened to land on the drawing, and the drawing that had been drawn for a long time was scrapped again.

Old man Wu glared at old man Gan, and went back angrily.

Luo Baisu and old man Liu were also full of interest in this novelty called the windmill. After learning about its use, Luo Baisu also asked someone to pick out a load of sorghum rice to try the windmill.Whenever there is a new gadget, people are always more curious. Both old man Liu and Luo Baisu wanted to shake the handle, but in the end, old man Liu took advantage of his age, and Yi Lao sold the old to grab the job of shaking the handle, and Luo Baisu took a pinch of it. Ji was in charge of pouring the grain on the other side, and for a while, only the "creaking" sound of the windmill could be heard in the yard.

(End of this chapter)