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

On the contrary, Lady Shen had the least reaction. She frowned slightly, as if she was thinking.

It was only after a moment that he realized that the reason why everyone was acting this way was because of the several bags of rice that had already been weighed at Uncle Chen's house.

One villager came to his senses and seemed to be talking to himself or asking someone around him: "Didn't the adults say at the beginning that this high-yield rice can produce 1,000 kilograms per mu?"

The man next to him scratched his head and asked, "That's what you said, sir. It seems... not wrong? The yield per mu is 1,000 catties, not just 1,000 catties. Just tell me, does Uncle Chen's rice have 1,000 catties now?"

The man was so happy that he was dizzy. Hearing this, he screamed out: "But Uncle Chen only weighed five sacks of rice. There are still two sacks to be weighed!"

Isn't it! These words expressed everyone's thoughts.

One acre of land! Seven bags of grain! Weighing five bags! That's nearly a thousand kilograms!

What about the remaining two bags?

Even though one of the bags was not full, it should still be around 100 to 180 kilograms, right?

If we add these two bags, the yield of this high-yield rice per mu will be more than a thousand kilograms? !

It turns out that at the beginning, the adults reported the yield per acre lower! This, this, this...

The villagers opened their eyes wide, with expressions of surprise and joy on their faces, and all looked at Shen Zheng.

They couldn't help but think that Lord Shen had said at the beginning that if God gave them face, the weather was good, and they applied fertilizer in time, the yield per mu might be slightly more than 1,000 kilograms.

But now it seems that this "slightly" and "some" are quite spiritual.

Can the two large sacks of rice left in Uncle Chen's house be called some...?

Yu Zhengqing first looked at the scale in Hu Zi's hand, then looked at the two unweighed bags of rice on the ground. Finally, he rubbed his eyes and turned to look at Shen Zheng.

At some point, the area around Shen Zheng turned into a vacuum zone, empty of people.

She was in the middle of the drying dam, being stared at by everyone. Everyone's looks were different. Shen Zheng felt excitement, surprise, astonishment, gratitude, and admiration.

There is no malice at all, no, not even a trace of malice.

Everyone present, whether they were villagers from Nanba or Yu Zhengqing, men, women, young or old, were expressing their feelings to Shen Zheng in their own way.

These are all kind and warm, and Shen Zheng can bask in them.

She didn't know how to respond for a moment, so she could only chuckle and say, "Don't look at me anymore. If you keep looking at me, you'll see a hole in me."

The villagers listened to her, but the prefect Yu Zhengqing did not.

He walked over slowly, looked her up and down again, and asked with a complicated expression, "Didn't you tell me before that the rice yield per mu is 1,000 kilograms?"

Is this a thousand pounds?

Shen Zheng smiled helplessly and told the truth: "Sir, you know the reason. Even if the actual yield of rice per mu is over 1,000 catties, I can only report 1,000 catties."

The villagers also looked at her curiously, and she continued, "Rice has never been planted on a large scale. The differences in soil, climate, and planting methods can directly affect the yield of rice per mu. Uncle Chen's rice is far more than a thousand kilograms, but in any case, we have only weighed their rice. Maybe it is because their fields are fertile and they take good care of them that they can achieve such a result."

Uncle Chen, who was called, nodded repeatedly. It made sense, very much so.

Farmers all know that the most important factor in determining grain production is seeds, but how farmers take care of the seeds after they are planted is also a big science.

Take rice for example.

How often to flood the fields, how often to dry the fields, and how often to apply fertilizer are all knowledge!

Even in Chen Laoer's rice fields, there is not a single weed to be seen! Without weeds competing with rice for nutrients, rice can grow well!

If he were to say it, he, Chen Laoer, is the best farmer in the entire Nanba Village!

But Shen Zheng's words aroused the fighting spirit of other villagers. They urged, "Huzi! Hurry up and weigh the two remaining sacks from Uncle Chen's house! See how many pounds they are! Let's weigh a few more houses and see!"

"Hey!" Hu Zi also became motivated. Although his main task today was to carry the scales and move the weights, his family also grew rice!

That acre of rice field is also a treasure in his family. When it comes to taking care of the fields, he doesn't think his family is worse than Uncle Chen's!

Who is higher and who is lower will be revealed on the scale!

Chen Erbo's family were quick and agile, and they hung the sacks up in no time.

Hu Zi moved the wheel slowly, his movements were much more careful than before.

Even though he has practiced for many years and has been very careful, the final results are not much different, but now is the time for every household in Nanba Village to compete with each other, and he must not underestimate the enemy!

Everyone held their breath unconsciously, only to hear Hu Zi read out loudly: "Chen Erbo's house, the sixth bag of rice, heavy! One hundred and seventy-two pounds!"

"call!"

Many villagers breathed a sigh of relief.

They didn't know what was going on in their strange mindset. They just wanted to get more yield per mu, the better, so that everyone could benefit.

But when they really saw that Chen Laoer's family had so much rice, they couldn't help but feel competitive.

Their thoughts were clearly shown on their faces, and Shen Zheng didn't know whether to laugh or cry when she saw it.

How does that sentence go?...

I am afraid that my friends will suffer, and I am even more afraid that my friends...

In short, I treat you as a true friend, and we will share happiness, but the happiness you enjoy cannot be much better than mine, otherwise I will make a fuss.

I’m afraid that everyone in Nanba Village has this idea now.

Shen Zheng walked towards Zhou Lizheng and looked at the record paper in his hand. She tilted her head and squinted her eyes. After a moment, she asked, "Ahem, um, Zhou Lizheng, how many kilograms of rice does Chen Erbo have now?"

It’s not that Shen Zheng doesn’t want to count herself, but Zhou Lizheng’s way of counting is really special.

There were crooked, thick and thin symbols. She didn't know whether this was created by Zhou Lizheng himself or a unified code used by the people of Nanba Village.

Zhou Lizheng looked at the straw paper in his hand and laughed awkwardly. "Hehe, sir, this is what I remembered. My uncle taught me. He is the old Lizheng of Nanba Village. He said this is the Lizheng's unique secret!"

Unique secret manual... Shen Zheng complained in her heart, after all this time, Nanba Village is still a hidden sect.

Seeing that she didn't believe him, Zhou Lizheng added, "It has a source!"

Shen Zheng nodded quickly, not arguing with him, and just asked: "How many pounds?"

"Hmm..." Zhou Li was biting the tip of the brush and started drawing on the straw paper again.

Shen Zheng: “…”

What she didn't know was that, apart from the gentlemen who knew how to use an abacus, Zhou Lizheng's arithmetic was considered very good in Nanba Village. It was just that she was used to the counting method from her previous life, so she thought Zhou Lizheng's movements were extremely slow.

After Zhou Lizheng had written and drawn the picture in order, he reported the number to her: "My lord, Uncle Chen's six bags of rice weigh a total of 1,153 kilograms."

Yu Zhengqing, who was eavesdropping on their conversation, glanced at Shen Zheng again.

A thousand pounds? There's still a sack that hasn't been weighed yet.