Bring your aunt to eat big meat, the scumbag father's family is furious

"Yes, no one knows the nature of the land and the four seasons better than us. If you can deceive us, you better cheat us. If these fields can produce food in winter, I, Fang Laowu, will no longer be named Fang and will even eat manure to show you."

If Zhao Lizheng had not seen the effect of the plastic films and heard that rice could be grown in winter, his reaction would have been the same as those of the villagers.

So, he can understand everyone's feelings.

"Everyone, please be patient and listen to me." After all, Zhao Lizheng has been the village chief for many years. His voice is like a loud bell and his presence is very powerful.

Moreover, his face was serious, and he didn't look like he was joking at all.

The villagers in front were shocked, their laughter and chatter stopped, and the villagers behind also stopped making noise.

"This is the sickle girl from our village. Because everyone was short of food, she went through a lot of trouble and found a way with foreign merchants. They found something called film, which can be supported by a frame to form a greenhouse. It can keep crops and soil warm and prevent the effects of severe winter frost."

"As the village head of Datian Village, Kama'er Girl first approached me and asked me to try the film. I built a small shed over the vegetable plot and checked it one night later. Sure enough, the temperature inside the shed was much higher than outside, and the soil had retained its warmth, making the vegetables look more vibrant."

"All the villagers in Datian Village are aware of this. We are already loosening the soil in the fields. When the fields are almost ready, we will go up the mountain to cut bamboo for support and then put up the film. The greenhouse will be ready."

The villagers looked at each other in disbelief and curiosity.

"Is there really such a good thing? This is the first time I've heard of it. Are you kidding us?"

"We are here just for this matter, to give everyone hope and prevent them from making mistakes and falling into irreparable situations, or putting themselves in danger. Are we crazy and doing this for no good?" Zhao Lizheng snorted.

"We'd like to see the thing you mentioned," a villager suggested.

Qiao Jianer turned around and walked to the carriage, taking out a roll of film from it.

The villagers came forward one after another.

Someone reached out to touch it.

"No wonder it's called a film, it's so thin. Hey, what material is this? I've never seen it before."

"The goods we get from foreign merchants are useful," said Qiao Lianer.

A villager used a kitchen knife to cut off a large piece and then wrapped it around his head.

"Chen Gouzi, what are you doing?"

Chen Gouzi didn't say anything and waited quietly for a while. When he felt suffocated, he immediately tore off the film.

"Damn, this thing doesn't let any air in, and my face feels a bit hot. Can it really keep warm?"

"Really? I'll try it too."

Other villagers followed his example, some wrapped their heads, some used it to cover their mouths and noses, and it really made it hard to breathe.

Some people wrap it on their hands and put it in the sun for a while. When they remove the film, the temperature of the hand is slightly higher.

"This thing is like a tightly sealed wall, no air leaks in, but it has another advantage: the temperature inside will rise."

The villagers' eyes lit up. Using this thing to build a greenhouse to keep out the severe cold and frost, is it really possible to grow a second crop of rice?

Qiao Jianer said, "If you don't believe me, we in Datian Village will take the lead. You can check the situation at any time. When you feel it is safe, you can plant the rice."

"If you deceive us or it's ineffective, we will never stop you from doing what you want to do."

"What's the yield? It can't be the same as what we grow in spring and summer."

"Of course not. It's winter after all, and conditions are limited. One mu of land can only produce 80 kilograms of grain, and a little more can be 100 kilograms."

The villagers nodded. Eighty kilograms was quite acceptable. The yield of one acre of land in one season of rice was only more than one hundred kilograms.

There is no shortage of sunshine in the south in winter, but the real headache is the frost and cold waves. In more serious years, there are icicles hanging on the branches. Even if crops are grown, they will be frozen to death, not to mention the yield.

If we build a greenhouse, we can get this much yield from one acre of land, which is enough to have a full meal every day and last until the next rice harvest in autumn. It is not a problem.

Who would rebel if they could have rice to eat? Who would be willing to risk being beheaded to do such a treasonous thing?

At this moment, 70% to 80% of the villagers have already begun to think about retreating.

Wang Hu became anxious when he saw that the situation was not right. Just as he was about to speak, a soldier immediately stuffed something into his mouth. Seeing that he was still struggling desperately, he punched him and knocked him unconscious.

This kind of person is best at inciting people, so it is best to make him shut up.

"If you still have that kind of thought, think about whether you have only come this far in your life. Then think about your family members, they are all farmers. Since you have hope for the future and can make a living, why bother to gamble with your life?" Dayong said.

"Now, I can pretend not to know your faces, as if no one saw anything."

"Anyone who dares to rebel will be registered one by one. If your family members are unaware, they can be punished lightly. But if they are aware and still allow you to come, they will be punished as well."

With this combination of kindness and force, the remaining 20% ​​of the villagers began to waver.

They hesitated at first because they were afraid that they would not be able to grow the second crop of rice, and they were also afraid that since they had already taken this step, they would not be let off easily, so it would be better to fight to the death.

"Really? If we go back peacefully right now, will you let us go?"

"I mean what I say." Dayong promised in a dignified tone. Once a word is spoken, it cannot be taken back.

The villagers all breathed a sigh of relief.

"Since we can grow food in winter, why are we still here? Let's go back."

Some wanted to go to Datian Village to take a look, while others decided to return to the village and wait until the planting method became popular and then follow suit.

The villagers dispersed in groups, discussing film and greenhouses.

The crowd that had gathered into a large group dispersed and gradually decreased, and the overwhelming pressure that filled the air also decreased.

"It was a close call." Qu Jian pressed his head against his chest, suppressing his fluctuating emotions.

Looking at the Qiao brothers and sisters, their faces were full of admiration and gratitude.

"Thank you, thank you for saving my life twice."

"This is a favor I owe you. If I can help you in the future, I will definitely not refuse."

"Captain Qu," Qiao Jian'er said, "The people's rebellion this time is indeed due to the pressure of survival. We should levy a moderate amount of tax. We can't strictly follow the 50% tax, but we can't impose too high a tax either. This will test Captain Qu's ability to control his subordinates."

Qu Jiantou sighed: "I didn't want to offend my subordinates before, and I also had some selfish motives. But what happened today reminded me that I still need to be a person with a conscience."

"Let's collect 60% from now on. Anyone who disobeys will be killed as an example to scare the monkeys. I would rather incur hatred and dissatisfaction than go against the people of the world and become a sinner despised and condemned by thousands."

"And Miss Qiao, if greenhouse farming is useful and we can really grow a second crop of rice, it will alleviate the people's resentment and lessen my guilt. I will report this to the Emperor and ask for your contribution."