Ancient natural disasters: The whole family traveled through time and was almost wiped out

Chapter 18

"Okay, okay, no problem!" Jiang Yipei nodded: "Xiao Mian, write down the order for the uncles."

Jiang Xiumian: “…” I can’t even recognize all the people, how can I remember the order.

In the end, Jiang Yipei came alone.

The fields of Jiang Yipei's family are all connected. After the family became rich, they were either exchanged or bought and regarded as ancestral property, so it is extremely convenient to harvest now.

In just a quarter of an hour, the rice fields were empty one after another.

Jiang Lizheng, Old Lady Yang, and the two brothers of the Jiang family had come over a long time ago, but they all stood quietly beside Jiang Yipei without saying a word. But now, looking at the large fields of rice disappearing, no matter how calm they pretended to be, they couldn't help but wonder in their hearts.

I finally understand Jiang Yida’s fear. Who wouldn’t be afraid of this?

If things go wrong, this season will be wasted.

The two brothers Jiang Yitao and Jiang Yiyu were behind, they looked at each other and then looked away as if nothing had happened.

They were the ones who supervised the loading, and they were sure that there was no harvester on the truck. After all, they could feel out such a big object even if they were blind. This must be the magical power of their Xiaomi.

Even though they had seen it in the county, the two brothers still found it incredible.

No wonder the eldest brother said it was a magical power. Apart from gods, who else has such ability?

God bless our Jiang family!

This is their little fairy, they must protect her well.

The harvester can harvest up to 300 acres of grain in an hour, but the capacity of the granary is only 50,000 liters, or 500 shi, so Jiang Xiubai drove back in more than 40 minutes and harvested about 150 acres.

Not every field of Jiang Yipei's rice can produce as much as Jiang Yida's three and a half stone per mu.

There are as many as there are.

But the average grain output is around three stones.

This is the yield of good land under intensive cultivation.

Remote and roughly cultivated fields may not even produce one and a half stones of grain.

One shi = ten dou = one hundred liters = one hundred and twenty jin.

Compared with modern output, it is like heaven and earth.

But looking at the entire Dasheng Country, Jiangjia Village's output is among the best in the country.

"Let's go! Let's go back and unload the grain!" Jiang Xiubai called out excitedly.

It was just time for lunch, and some families who had originally wanted to ask their family members to send them food thought about it and decided to follow the harvester to the Jiang family’s mansion.

There was a large bamboo drying mat in the yard, and the harvester was unloading grain onto it.

After a while, golden hills of rice were piled up on the drying mat. Jiang Li was using a wooden rake to spread out the rice so that the onlookers could see it more closely.

This is more intuitive than looking at the small handful of rice in Jiang Yida's hand in the rice field.

The rice was incredibly clean. It was just rice. No, it was just full rice. There was not a shriveled one.

Well, the last step after drying - winnowing - is skipped.

"Apei, where are the shriveled and inferior rice grains?" Old Master Jiang squatted down, grabbed a handful of rice grains, looked at them again and again, and then asked, "Will they not be eaten by the harvester? That won't do! Although the inferior rice grains are a little inferior, they are still food! The shriveled rice grains cannot be thrown away either, they are good for feeding the chickens!"

Jiang Yipei looked at Jiang Xiubai, who spread his hands and said, "I don't know. It's a blind spot in my knowledge."

"Xiao Mian?" Jiang Yipei could only call his son.

"Grandpa, they are all here." Jiang Xiumian, who seemed to be invisible, could only step forward and say to Old Grandpa Jiang, "The harvester's granary is divided into three warehouses. The empty grains and inferior grains are in the other warehouse."

Seeing that Old Master Jiang didn't quite understand, or rather, was skeptical, Jiang Xiumian had no choice but to operate the harvester himself and unload the harvested fruits onto the two drying mats outside.