The county magistrate's daughter only wants to farm

The top three rice growers have come out, and the next are the top three sweet potato growers.

The top three rice growers have already received prizes, and when the villagers saw them go up on stage to receive their prizes, their eyes became red with envy.

"If I had known earlier, I would have lived in the fields and taken care of the rice all day long. Maybe I would be the one getting the bonus now!" Someone slapped his thigh in regret.

Naturally, some people poured cold water on it, saying, "Don't even think about it. If your approach is wrong, no matter how much energy you put in, it will be in vain!"

"That's right. Didn't you hear what Gu Chengwen said? Apply different fertilizers at different times. How would we understand that?"

"Now we know! I just don't know if the county government will hold this competition next time! If they do, I will definitely get one of the top three!"

"The county magistrate hasn't said anything yet, why don't we go back and ask. But even if we don't do it, now that we know how to increase production, we can get more crops in the future."

"That's right, the county magistrate really has it in our best interest..."

"Hush... Be quiet! The county magistrate is about to speak."

Gu Huaiyi then announced the top three producers of the highest sweet potato yields.

The third place is Chen Maoshi’s family from Jixiang Village, with an output of 3897 kilograms per mu.

The second place went to Zhao Yangbo's family in Shangling Village, with an output of 4080 kilograms per mu.

The third place is the Xie Linmu family from the auspicious Xiejia Village, with an output of 4125 kilograms per mu.

Gu Yin pursed her lips slightly after hearing the output. Seeing this, Ye Ningxin asked, "What's wrong? Is there any problem with the output?"

Gu Yin shook her head. "Nothing. It's just that the output is a little lower than I expected."

"Although I don't know how to farm, I have never heard of crops that can produce three or four thousand kilograms per mu!" Song Ruorou looked towards the city wall with some excitement.

Sure enough, the villagers below all had smiling faces of a good harvest. Although they had been nervous once when they dug out the sweet potatoes, they were still shocked when they heard the exact yield.

Maybe... they really won't have to go hungry anymore!

Although the output was lower than expected, an output of about 4,000 kilograms per mu is considered good.

Gu Yin thought for a while and guessed that it might be the first time for the villagers to grow sweet potatoes and they had not yet mastered the planting method.

Another reason is the blessing of modern fertilizers and modern technology, so the yield per mu can easily reach 6,000 kilograms. The highest can even reach tens of thousands of kilograms per mu, but this is only possible with particularly excellent varieties, the most advanced technology, and particularly experienced farmers to manage.

The agricultural technology in the Daji Dynasty was backward, and there were no modern high-concentration fertilizers, so it was normal that the yield was relatively low.

In time, the villagers will figure out more planting experience, and Gu Yin believes that the yield of sweet potatoes will definitely increase!

However, the villagers under the city wall had no idea of ​​Gu Yin's thoughts. They were looking at the stage with great enthusiasm. Gu Huaiyi was giving out bonuses to the top three. This scene made them excited again. They secretly made up their minds to pay attention to the next activity held by the county government. Maybe one day they would be the ones standing on the stage to receive the awards!

After the individual ranking results are announced, it is time for the village-level rankings.

Gu Huaiyi raised his sleeve to wipe the sweat off his forehead, looked at the booklet and announced loudly,

"The village that won the third place in the rice planting project is... Xiejia Village!"

"Second place, Jixiang Village!"

"First place, Yuxi Village!"

As soon as Gu Huaiyi finished speaking, the crowd near the city wall suddenly burst into shouts.

"We don't accept it! We don't accept it!"

"My Lord, someone is cheating!"

Gu Huaiyi noticed the movement over there at the first moment and quickly sent someone over to find out what was going on.

Not long after, the county magistrate returned, followed by an old man in navy blue cloth.

The county magistrate walked up to Gu Huaiyi and whispered something. Gu Huaiyi frowned and looked at the old man and asked, "Are you the head of Gutian Village?"

"I, Gu Xinhe, the village chief of Gutian Village, pay my respects to the county magistrate!" Gu Xinhe suddenly knelt down towards Gu Huaiyi.

"Stand up and talk." Gu Huaiyi said.

However, Gu Xinhe remained on his knees, begging, "Please, sir, please make a decision for our Gutian Village!"

At this time, the village heads of other villages were also called up, and when they saw the scene before them, they were confused.

Gu Huaiyi signaled the yamen runners to help Gu Xinhe up, and said loudly, "If you have anything to say, stand up and tell me what's going on first."

Gu Xinhe stood up and looked at Gu Huaiyi earnestly, "Sir, the villagers of our Gutian Village are dissatisfied with this ranking!"

"Why?" Gu Huaiyi asked sternly, "If you don't have a legitimate reason, I can sentence you to disrupt public affairs, and you will be punished!"

Gu Xinhe was not afraid at all, "Because Jixiang Village deliberately destroyed the rice fields of our Gutian Village, this caused the per-acre yield of our village to decrease!"

"You are framing me!" Zhou Bowei, the village chief of Jixiang Village, stood up and retorted angrily, "When did we destroy your rice fields? Do you have any evidence?"

"You know whether it is a false accusation or not!" Gu Xinhe glanced at Zhou Bowei coldly, then turned to look at Gu Huaiyi, and said with a bow, "Please, the county magistrate, please investigate!"

"What evidence do you have?"

Gu Xinhe took a whip from his son behind him and handed it to Gu Huaiyi, saying slowly, "A month ago, when the several acres of rice in the south of our village were about to mature, unexpectedly, on a dark night, the rice fields were suddenly destroyed by a few cows. Our villagers picked up this whip used to drive the cows away."

"Your rice fields were trampled by cows, what does that have to do with our village!" Zhou Bowei shouted angrily.

Gu Xinhe looked at him angrily and said in a painful voice, "Are you still trying to quibble now? Those cows belong to your village! And you deliberately drove them here to destroy our rice fields!"

"Why do you say it's from our village? Is it just your whip?"

"Yes, it's this whip!" Gu Xinhe looked at the whip in Gu Huaiyi's hand, "Please look at the top of the whip, sir. There is a word 'Zhou' engraved there! And the villagers of Jixiang Village will engrave the surname 'Zhou' on their things!"

"Sir, we don't admit that you accused us of destroying their rice fields just because of a whip. There are whips like this everywhere in our village. Maybe someone deliberately used it to frame us!"

Gu Huaiyi nodded, "What Zhou Bowei said makes sense. Do you have any other evidence?"

“Without other evidence, you cannot say that it was the villagers of Jixiang Village who destroyed your rice fields.”

A gleam of light flashed in Zhou Bowei's lowered eyes.

"Have!"

Zhou Bowei felt panic in his heart.

"Please ask the county magistrate to bring his youngest son here so we can know the situation!" Gu Xinhe continued.

Soon, Zhou Bowen's son Zhou Zhi was brought up.

"Sir, when they drove the cattle to trample our rice fields that night, a villager from our village happened to be looking for fields. He found out that someone deliberately let the cattle trample the rice fields, so he wanted to catch that person beforehand."

"But there were several of them coming together, and our villagers couldn't defeat them. When they fell down in the middle of the argument, they bit one of them hard on the ankle!"

"We have secretly inquired and confirmed that the person bitten by our villager is the youngest son of the village chief of Jixiang Village, Zhou Zhi!"

"You will know once you check!"

Zhou Bowei looked at his youngest son's ankle and panicked instantly.