Transmigrated into a female county magistrate during a famine, leading her country to prosperity

With Chen Erbo's interruption, the atmosphere on the drying dam became even more relaxed.

The adults were looking forward to it and the children were chasing and playing.

Zhou Lizheng shouted loudly: "Chen Erbo's family grows rice: one acre of land, weigh it!"

"Great!" The villagers cheered and jumped for joy.

They stretched their necks as far as they could and glued their eyes to the scale bar so that they could be the first to see the weight clearly.

Although they had estimated their yield per mu in their minds when packing and carrying bags, the weight was really...

They still had to see the weighing with their own eyes to be sure.

Shen Zheng and Yu Zhengqing, like the other villagers, stood aside with their heads supported, but did not dare to get too close for fear of getting in the way of the men who were weighing.

Seeing the two of them, Zhou Lizheng hurriedly called out, "Sir, please stand closer and take a look. We will need to read the ruler later. Please check it out!"

It was the first time for Shen Zheng to see such a large scale for weighing things. She was quite curious. Upon hearing this, she quickly stood over, and Yu Zhengqing followed closely behind.

Uncle Chen's family had a total of seven large sacks of rice, six of which were full and the remaining one was almost full.

The mouth of each sack is tied with a circle of hemp rope, tied in a special way and with a tight knot. This is a special sealing knot tied by every household for the purpose of weighing.

When weighing, just hang the hemp rope on the hook and shake it as you like. Not only will it be stable, but the knot will not come loose either.

"Hey!"

Uncle Chen and his family lifted a sack, neatly hung the knot on the iron hook, and then slowly let go.

The first bag of rice was officially weighed under the expectant gaze of everyone in Nanba Village.

Even though the two men carrying the thick wood had already prepared themselves, they still felt a sudden heaviness on their shoulders and they silently spread their legs apart.

After they steadied their bodies, they nodded to the man carrying the scale beam, indicating that he could start moving the weight.

Seeing this, Zhou Lizheng said to Shen Zheng and the others with some pride, "My lords, we didn't just randomly select the people who carry the scales. Take this man for example. He has been learning how to carry scales and turn weights from the old men in the village since he was a child. If you are slow in this line of work, you will be beaten."

Shen Zheng looked at the man's movements and nodded, "It looks simple, but it's actually not easy. You can't master this skill without hard work."

Zhou Lizheng was recognized by Shen Zheng and became more and more excited. He kept showing off:

"You see, he not only has to coordinate with the man carrying the log to keep the scale steady, but he also has to rely on his experience to quickly adjust the weight and determine the scale. The faster he is and the more accurate his eyesight, the easier it will be for the two brothers carrying the log."

Yu Zhengqing also nodded, "Cooperation is very important. After all, this scale is so big, and it will not be used once or twice. It may be used for several days. The person who moves the weight is very important. If used well, it can save a lot of manpower and time."

While the three were talking, the weight of the first bag of rice on the scale dropped.

The man who was turning the rice wheel shouted loudly: "Zhou Lizheng, from Uncle Chen's house, the first bag of rice weighs one hundred and eighty-six kilograms!"

"Wow!"

The villagers were excited.

"I said this rice is much denser than the grains we've grown before. This big sack must weigh more than 150 or 160 kilograms! I was right, wasn't I?"

"Oh my god, one bag weighs 186 kilograms. Old Chen has seven bags. How many kilograms does that weigh?"

"You're talking as if everyone has seven bags, Huzi! Hurry up and weigh the remaining six bags from Old Chen's house so that everyone can see them!"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Lizheng laughed so hard that he couldn't close his mouth. He stopped bragging and quickly took out the brush that the county government had given him.

He first dipped the brush into his mouth, and then carefully wrote down the weight of the bag of rice on the straw paper list.

Shen Zheng and Yu Zhengqing looked at each other and saw joy in each other's eyes.

They all felt that the heavy weight of this first bag of rice was a good sign and a good start!

There might be a surprise today.

Zhou Lizheng couldn't suppress his smile and shouted, "Next bag!"

The man working the millstone paused when he heard that, turned around and gave him a blank look.

The second bag of rice in Chen Erbo's house had been hung up long ago, and he had already started to turn it.

If the three of them had waited for Zhou Lizheng's orders, the two men carrying the wood would have been extremely tired.

Zhou Lizheng realized that he had made a mistake in his work, so he quickly changed the subject and asked, "Huzi! How much is the second bag?"

Hu Zi held the scale bar with one hand and looked at it carefully after it was stable.

When he saw it clearly, his expression first showed a hint of surprise, and then joy.

Everyone couldn't see the scale rod clearly, but they knew from his expression that the bag of rice must be heavy.

They all asked, "Huzi, tell me! How much does the second bag weigh?"

Hu Zi didn't take it, "Chen Erbo's house, the second bag of rice, heavy! One hundred and ninety-eight pounds!"

"hiss!!!"

"What! There's something heavier!"

Upon hearing this, the villagers could no longer stand still and all wanted to come forward to take a look.

Someone asked, "Twelve kilograms of grain is not a small amount. Why are the two bags so different? Huzi, is the scale completely level?"

Before Hu Zi could answer, an enthusiastic villager answered for him: "It's flat! Very flat! I can see clearly from my position, the scale bar is not tilted at all!"

Some even said bluntly, "These two sacks are not from the same mother. It's perfectly normal for one to have more and the other to have less. Old Sun, if you think something is wrong, go and find the answer!"

Hu Zi felt that he had learned this skill for many years and used it every year. In previous years, no one criticized him. But this year, as there was more grain, some people began to question him.

He felt a little unhappy, but he still said in a gentle voice: "Uncle Sun, I have learned this skill since I was a child, how can I make mistakes! Just watch with peace of mind!"

Zhou Lizheng also came out to persuade him: "That's right! Old Sun, why are you interrupting? Huzi, weigh yourself!"

After being talked about by everyone for a while, Old Sun touched his nose awkwardly.

He actually had no other intention. He was just afraid that Hu Zi might accidentally weigh too much for everyone. Then when the time came to pay grain taxes, they would have to pay more, which was not worth it.

He is selfish, but not really. He just thinks that he should pay what he deserves. He will not refuse to pay a cent of what he should pay, but if he needs to pay more taxes, he will...

But he was still too sober. Today, everyone in Nanba Village was immersed in the joy of measuring the yield per mu. The grain yield per mu was closely related to their future food and clothing. Everyone naturally hoped that the yield per mu would be as high as possible.

Therefore, his questioning words unknowingly aroused public anger.

Old Sun was thinking about something, and before he knew it, the surroundings had become silent.

He looked up and saw the villagers staring blankly at the sacks they had just weighed, their mouths opening and closing but unable to utter a word.

He turned to look at Zhou Lizheng again. At some point, the brush in Zhou Lizheng's hand fell to the ground and no one noticed.

Old Sun felt strange and looked at the prefect again. He saw that his eyes were as sharp as torches, staring at the weight in Hu Zi's hand, and he was even almost sticking to Hu Zi.