Eating big melon is so refreshing

The sun rises, shining brightly.

The big rooster jumped onto the roof and crowed, and the hen clucked and laid eggs.

Xiao Chunya, who was doing boxing in the yard, saw the brood of chickens raised by her grandfather. Five hens laid seven eggs. Her eyes widened, because in her impression, a hen only laid one egg a day. Could her chickens have become spirits?

They both practiced Tai Xuan Jing, but Xiao Chunya's effect was obvious and he could increase his strength by about four pounds every month. However, the effect was much less for Zhao Wulang, he could only increase his strength by one and a half pounds every month. It might be related to his age, or it might be easier when one starts practicing.

Xiao Qiulin did not get up for morning exercise. He was on a mission last night and encountered a hundred-year-old evil ghost that exhausted all his magic power. Now he is still sleeping soundly.

April 15th is not an ordinary holiday. Today is the fifth birthday of the siblings and it is also the day of potato harvest.

The potatoes were planted on the 90th day of the first lunar month. It has been exactly days since then. The leaves in the field have all turned yellow. It is indeed time to harvest.

"Brother, wake up! The sun is shining on your butt."

Xiao Chunya went to wake up her brother and casually said, "Were you a thief last night?"

"I'm going to catch a thief." Xiao Qiulin yawned, stretched, rubbed his eyes and got out of bed. He glanced at his message and saw that his merit value increased by thirty. This wave was not a loss, but it was too dangerous.

For breakfast, we had preserved egg and lean meat porridge. The shop under the name of Master Mingyue had been selling preserved eggs two years ago. Who could afford to buy a preserved egg at four cents?

At the auspicious time of 8 o'clock in the morning, the whole family went to the fields after breakfast. The fields were full of golden wheat, and the wheat ears bent the wheat stalks.

It was a rare year with good weather and good harvests, and the crops in the fields were expected to yield an extra three or five bushels. Many people in the village secretly laughed at Zhao Bei and his family for growing potatoes and missing out on the rare bumper year. But when they learned that they were harvesting potatoes today, they came over to watch the fun.

"Hey, little fat kid, is this a tool for digging potatoes? Is this the spoon you use to eat? Hahaha!"

"Xiao Qiu'er, your little hoe is quite delicate. Is it used to plant flowers?"

Children are just children. No matter how smart they are, they can never do work as well as adults.

"Potatoes have a thin skin. If you damage the skin with a sharp tool, it will be difficult to store as seeds next year. It is better to dig them with your hands." Xiao Chunya felt it necessary to explain, so she squatted down without further ado and started digging.

There are four or five potatoes in a bunch. The small ones weigh half a pound, and the big ones weigh two pounds. Some are round, some are square, and they are not regular in shape.

The villagers watching had difficulty breathing. Their ancestors had been digging in the soil for generations and were extremely sensitive to weight. Just from looking at this string of grains, they could calculate that this acre of land had yielded at least 800 kilograms of harvest!

Many people rubbed their eyes and confirmed that they were not dazzled, because one seed really grew a bunch of flowers!

"The number doesn't seem right. Is there a shortage?" Xiao Chunya picked up her brother's hoe and dug deeper into the ground at the same place. "Haha, there are still two here."

"One thousand pounds!"

I don't know who shouted, and then the villagers rushed into the field like crazy, digging potatoes with their bare hands, making the mud and dust ten feet high!

Xiao Chunya and Xiao Qiulin's faces turned pale. How could anyone work like this?

"Father, they..."

Zhao Erlang took the two children and sat under a big tree. There were so many people helping to dig potatoes, so there was no need for the two of them to join in the fun.

"You two just play here, don't go down or you'll get trampled."

Zhao Erlang gave instructions and ran down to dig potatoes, with as much enthusiasm as if he was digging for gold!

Xiao Chunya looked at the crazy crowd below, sighed, and said, "Brother, we dug a lonely place today!"

Xiao Qiulin said, "The land in Zhaojia Village is indeed barren, and the harvest per mu is only 1000 kilograms at most. In Huangyang County, Mingyue Villa can harvest 1200 to 1500 kilograms per mu."

"It's much better than growing wheat. One acre of wheat can only yield 100 kilograms. If the weather is bad, the yield will be cut in half."

Xiao Chunya said, "The current county magistrate is not old-fashioned. It should be feasible to use potatoes instead of wheat to pay taxes, right?"

Xiao Qiulin said, "The tax on wheat is 15 catties per mu, and the tax on potatoes is 100 catties per mu."

"Zhou Paopi! How can he ask for such a big price?" Xiao Chunya said, "50 kilograms is already dark enough, and he wants 100 kilograms!"

"Sister, pay attention to the yield." Xiao Qiulin said, "Potatoes are easy to grow and easy to harvest. Even if it's 150 kilograms of tax, the villagers are willing to exchange it in a minute."

"Potatoes can only be kept for three years at most after being made into dried noodles, while wheat seeds can only be kept for ten years. Even though we know that the harvest of potatoes is ten times greater than that of wheat, according to the conservative thinking of the villagers, at most two-thirds of the land can be used to plant potatoes, and one-third of the land can still be used to plant wheat."

Xiao Chunya said, "Two thousand kilograms of potatoes, can my grandfather's warehouse hold them?"

"If the warehouse can't hold all the potatoes, we can use the tool room. Uncle Wu doesn't come back often, so his room can also be used to store potatoes."

"Are we just going to stare at each other here? Will we end up cross-eyed?"

"Grandpa's family isn't the only one that grows potatoes. Let's go to Great-grandfather's field and dig some."

Seeing others working so hard, I feel itchy to do some work. Since I'm here, I'd feel uncomfortable if I don't dig a basket of potatoes.

"go!"

In less than ten minutes, one acre of potatoes was dug out and put on the scale one basket at a time to weigh them. The village chief excitedly reported the number, "One thousand one hundred kilograms!"

This number is actually inaccurate, because the potatoes are covered with mud. If we shave off the mud, we will lose a few dozen pounds, and the actual number will be around 1,000 pounds.

Everyone was so excited that they were going crazy. They didn't even dare to dream of producing 200 kilograms of grain from one acre of land. Xiao Chuner said that the potato yield was high, and they thought that 300 or kilograms was already a dream.

It's not potatoes but golden beans. Even if you only have two acres of thin land and plant potatoes, a family of six will not go hungry.

Many people's eyes were moist. Zhao Bei wiped his eyes with his sleeves, and suddenly opened his eyes wide, and said in a panic, "Erlang, where is the child?"

Where is his fat granddaughter? Didn't they say the child was under the tree? Where is she?

Zhao Gan was sharp-eyed and said, "They were digging potatoes in their uncle's field, and a rabbit jumped out, so they chased the rabbit."

The next second, Xiao Chunya's foot was pricked by a wheat awn and she fell into the wheat field, screaming in pain.

The brother and sister were found by the adults and forcibly taken home, and their potato digging activity ended.

The news that the potato yield per mu was 1,000 kilograms spread like wildfire. In just half an hour, it spread from Zhaojia Village to Xiaohe Village, then to Gaojia Village and all the way to the county seat. It then spread from the county seat to all directions at an unimaginable speed and force.