The number one scholar is a piece of shit that everyone wants

"Bang~Bang~Bang~"

"That old fellow Qian Zhengye has nothing to do. He would make a fuss over trivial matters!"

Ye Yongsheng muttered something, then covered his head with the quilt and continued to sleep.

"Bang~Bang~Bang~"

After a while, the sound of a gong was heard again outside. At the same time, his wife Ye Zhao's loud voice rang out outside: "Dad, is he awake yet?"

"If it wakes up, hurry to the ancestral hall and check it out. There must be something urgent, otherwise they wouldn't keep knocking!" Ye Zhao shouted persistently.

The sleepiness that had been bothering Ye Yongsheng had long gone. Since he couldn't sleep, he decided to go to the ancestral hall to join in the fun.

He guessed that old fellow Qian Zhengye must be worried about everyone because of Wencai's suicide a few days ago.

The reason is very simple, to raise money and hold a ritual to help the dead souls to be reborn!

"Get up, why are you urging me like a death-chasing ghost?!" Ye Yongsheng shouted at Ye Zhaoshi in annoyance while getting dressed.

Before he and several members of the Ye family reached the ancestral hall, they saw several yamen runners standing beside Qian Lizheng from afar.

Ye Yongsheng suddenly felt suspicious: "Why are there bailiffs here?"

As they were talking, they arrived at the large ancestral hall.

Ye Yongsheng then noticed that the area near the ancestral hall's courtyard wall was crowded with people. He saw a yamen runner standing by, pointing at a notice posted on the wall and reading it loudly.

This notice, which was full of flowery words, was like playing the lute to a cow when facing these illiterate villagers.

Soon, the villagers of Daliusu Village came one after another. When Qian Lizheng saw that everyone was present, he directly told them the purpose of the yamen runners' visit, which was to inform them that this year's winter grain would be collected in advance.

When the news of collecting grain in advance came out, everyone was immediately excited. However, due to the presence of the yamen runners, their discussions were much more restrained than usual.

Seeing this, Qian Lizheng cleared his throat and said seriously, "For us farmers, this is the harvest from the fields that we rely on throughout the year. Don't you agree?"

The audience responded in unison: "Yes!"

"I suggest that everyone take advantage of the clear weather to harvest the crops in the fields and bring them home, so as to avoid being screwed by the unpredictable weather in the end."

The yamen runner nodded with satisfaction and took over Qian Lizheng's words, saying a few high-sounding words to encourage everyone to pay grain on time.

After the yamen runner finished speaking, Qian Lizheng didn't want to waste any more time, "Let's all go back and work on the fields. Whoever finishes first can help each other out!"

"Did the Song family and Ye Yushan not come?"

Ye Yongsheng carefully observed the crowd several times but did not see them. After seeing that the yamen runners had left, he went up to Qian Lizheng and asked.

"Well, they didn't come. They went to the fields to harvest crops early in the morning."

When Ye Yongsheng heard this, he immediately felt uncomfortable.

He thought that they rushed to harvest because of the advance grain collection, but it turned out to be because of them again!

"Qian Zhengye, you are amazing. You can be so partial to others. They are your fathers. Not only do you follow their lead, but you also drag the whole village into it!"

Qian Lizheng was so angry that his beard was about to be crooked, "Ye Yongsheng, you are simply unreasonable!"

After saying that, he walked home with his hands behind his back. He didn't care whether others collected the crops or not, his family had to rush to collect the crops!

Furthermore, the government only said that it would collect grain in advance, but did not give a specific time. What if they start collecting grain ten days later?

At that time, many villagers began to rush to harvest the crops in the fields. Looking at the crops that had not yet reached natural maturity, it would be a lie to say that they did not feel sad, but what else could they do?

If the grain cannot be collected, it will not be as simple as just using money to solve the problem. You will also have to perform labor for a minimum of three months.

Working is contagious. In the following days, other villagers who had been watching also began to join the large team rushing to harvest.

Ye Fanxing found the Wang and Xu families in the village who had fewer fields but larger populations. After they finished their own work, they came to help him harvest radishes.

Of course, the rewards were generous. In addition to giving each family 100 kilograms of radishes, each person was also given 15 cents a day as wages.

Ye Fanxing never thought that after the harvest, the radishes from his five acres of land would be piled up into a mountain of radishes in his yard!

He went to the warehouse where sundries were stored, pretended to search around, took out a bundle of large sacks from the space, and came to the middle of the yard.

One person cuts off the radish tops, one person separates the wet and dry parts and wipes off the dirt on the radishes, and one person puts the processed radishes into a sack.

There were three groups of people working in this assembly line. They were busy from morning till near evening and finally finished preparing all the radishes. There were a total of 137 sacks filled with intact radishes.

There were a total of twenty-two bags containing the radishes that were damaged or broken due to bumps.

Ye Fanxing borrowed a 200-jin scale from Qian Lizheng, and together with Ye Yushan, weighed five sacks of radishes, each of which weighed more than 100 jin.

Ye Fanxing took an average and calculated that he harvested more than 19,000 kilograms of radishes.

Ye Fanxing was so shocked by the data he calculated himself that his jaw dropped!

The reason is that the yield per mu is catching up with the modern yield per mu!

"Husband?"

"Well, there are too many radishes for us to eat. Let's keep the 22 bags of the not-so-good ones and sell the rest!"

Ye Fanxing came back to her senses, pointed at the packed radishes, and blinked at Song Haoming.

Song Haoming understood what he meant. The so-called selling was for others to hear. His little husband should have stored the radishes in the small courtyard in the town.

After all, there are too many radishes, which may attract people's attention.

"Okay, I'll ask Brother Ye Shan to help you carry two bags to Uncle Lizheng later."

After Song Haoming finished speaking, he thought for a moment and added, "This is from the public school in our village."

Ye Fanxing nodded in response. When it comes to playing tricks on people's minds, he had to admit that as a modern man, he could not beat the ancient people.

"Ah! Brother Shuo, stop it!"

Jiang Shu'er was carrying a lot of radish tops to feed the mule, but was stunned when he heard Ye Fanxing's shout.

Ye Fanxing was afraid that the mule would bite him, so he quickly stepped forward and carried the man to the side.

Jiang Shuo saw Ye Fanxing staring at the radish tops in his hand, fearing that this thing might have some serious effect. He thought he was in trouble and his eyes suddenly turned red.

He looked at Ye Fanxing cautiously and asked, "Can't this be fed to the mule?"

Ye Fanxing saw his pitiful appearance and scratched his little nose with her hand, "You can give it to the mule."

Jiang Shu'er just breathed a sigh of relief when Ye Fanxing continued, "But we also want to eat this."

"what!"

Seeing Jiang Shuo'er's eyes wide open at this time, Ye Fanxing continued very seriously: "This is not only edible, but also a medicine. It has the effect of digestion and regulating qi."

"It is mainly used to treat chest fullness and hiccups, indigestion, diarrhea, sore throat, etc."

As Ye Fanxing finished speaking, Jiang Shuer burst into tears!