Chapter 125: 500 Jin per Mu
Liu Ji's breathing tightened and he looked at Erlang in disbelief. Such a young boy actually earned such a big bag of copper coins and brought home.
Liu Ji's offspring is indeed extraordinary!
"Erlang." Liu Ji walked up to him, patted his son's shoulder heavily, and said with satisfaction: "You are a good kid. Dad really didn't raise you in vain. You have made great progress and even know how to bring money home."
When Erlang heard this, he was not happy at all. He frowned, shook his shoulders, shook off the big hand on his shoulders, put a handful of copper coins in front of him, pressed his whole body on them, and stared at Liu Ji vigilantly. Don't even think about taking a penny from him!
Liu Ji coughed twice uncomfortably and touched his nose angrily. "Well, I'll go make dinner."
Dalang put Yangmei down and rolled up his sleeves, "Auntie, I'll go help you, hurry up."
"Go ahead." Qin Yao nodded with a smile, and reminded the young boy, "Be careful not to get splashed by the oil and fire."
Dalang nodded, "I know." He turned around and followed Liu Ji into the kitchen.
After the annoying person left, Erlang got down from the table and planned to give her all the money he earned that day.
Qin Yao didn't want it and asked them to keep it themselves.
After all, this is their own pocket money, and if they accumulate a little bit, maybe they can have a large sum in the future.
Seeing that Qin Yao didn't want it, the three little guys felt a little disappointed.
But I soon got busy preparing for tomorrow's bayberry soup, cleaning the bayberries and discarding the rotten ones.
While Dalang and Liu Ji were preparing dinner, Erlang led his younger brothers and sisters to select bayberries under the corridor, keeping all the good ones and then washing them with clean water for later use.
Afterwards, Erlang ran to Liu the peddler's house and bought a pound and a half of rock sugar, which cost 15 wen per pound, totaling 22 wen.
This pot of wild bayberry can be boiled into two jars of bayberry soup, which is about forty bowls.
Sanlang and Si Niang counted on their fingers and toes but couldn't figure out how much forty bowls cost, even though they were two cents a bowl.
Erlang's eyes rolled and he quickly figured it out in his mind. He was the one who knew the multiplication formula Qin Yao taught him best, and now he could put it to use.
"Eighty cents minus twenty-two cents, we can earn fifty-eight cents!" Erlang said excitedly.
Si Niang tilted her head and asked, "Second brother, how much is fifty-eight cents?"
"It can buy ten Cuju balls." Erlang said.
The twin brother and sister cried out in low voices, there were so many!
Jiro shrugged, "It's a pity that I can only sell it for a few days a year, otherwise I could make more money."
How much more? The twins couldn't imagine it, so it didn't affect their happy mood at all.
Dinner was ready and Liu Ji brought it to the table one by one.
Three pounds of meat are fried and then coated with a layer of sauce before being served. It goes perfectly with the white rice with distinct grains.
There is also a bowl of egg soup and a plate of stir-fried seasonal vegetables.
The mother and her five children had not had such a delicious dinner for a long time. As soon as Liu Ji served the food, the table was filled with the sound of people picking up food.
The swift and scattered appearance, as if they had escaped from a refugee camp, scared Liu Ji so much that he picked up his chopsticks and decisively joined in.
If he moves any slower, he won't be able to eat the meat!
Qin Yao ate four bowls of rice and drank two bowls of egg soup before she put down her chopsticks in satisfaction. She gently stroked her slightly bloated stomach, narrowed her eyes, and savored the meal carefully.
Dalang and Erlang put down their bowls and chopsticks and rushed to the kitchen to make bayberry soup. Sanlang and Siniang took the initiative to clean up the bowls and chopsticks, but they were small and had small hands, so they could not lift large objects. In the end, it was Liu Ji who cleaned up the mess.
It was very late when we got back. After we finished cleaning up the meal, it was already late at night. The village was already quiet and there was no movement at all.
Feeling sleepy, everyone went back to their rooms to sleep.
Before going to bed, Qin Yao told the little ones that there was a snack, which was placed in the low cabinet in the main room. They could take it whenever they wanted to eat.
Dalang's three siblings were surprised and delighted. They had never experienced the feeling of having snacks at home and being able to eat them whenever they wanted.
Not to mention them, no other children in the village are spoiled like this by their parents.
Liu Ji was stunned when he heard this in the room. He felt that Qin Yao had too much money to spend, and was spending it lavishly without any knowledge of saving.
How would a child know how hard it is to make money? Just watch, the four kids at home can finish those bags of snacks in half a day.
However, he was slapped in the face very quickly. The scene Liu Ji imagined did not appear. Although there was no adult to control them, the four brothers and sisters ate a lot more at once, but there was still more than half left in the low cabinet, so there was no problem eating them for another two or three days.
Dalang even gave him two pieces, "Dad, this is delicious, you should try it too."
As he spoke, he gave Si Niang two pieces of lotus seed cakes that they had selected and looked the most complete, and asked her to deliver them to her stepmother.
Qin Yao held the cake in her mouth and ate it while walking towards the village.
She went to see the village chief and finalized the address for the factory as soon as possible.
The things I was worried about had been clarified and I had no worries, so the site selection was completed quickly.
Qin Yao chose a piece of wasteland near the road.
There is usually no one here. The women from Chunri Village will come here to pick some wild vegetables or something. The land is not fertile enough for planting, and since it is the clan's public land, Qin Yao wants to rent it, and everyone has no objection.
The rent is also cheap, only 800 wen a year.
Qin Yao knew that the villagers were asking for a low price just to give her face.
Once her water mill processing plant is established, it will benefit everyone in Liujia Village.
Once the address was chosen, the relevant formalities were completed on the same day and notarized by the village elders.
Getting the lease is a good start for the next process.
Qin Yao also felt relieved and started the most important autumn harvest of the year.
As early as the beginning of the month, the villagers had all set their sights on her family's ten acres of land.
The heavy and full ears of rice are so tempting to look at.
Now we are finally going to get some specific data, and it is no exaggeration to say that the whole village is looking forward to it.
With the experience of harvesting wheat in February, Qin Yao and Liu Ji did not find it difficult to harvest rice this time.
The main thing is that when you see the golden grains in the barrels, the joy of the harvest instantly overwhelms all the fatigue.
Qin Yao was strong and was responsible for beating, while Liu Ji was responsible for cutting.
The four children at home were also busy, so I sold bayberry soup for two days and earned one hundred coins.
Next, they all followed their parents, the older ones helped to move the rice, and the younger ones took a small cloth bag to help pick up the fallen grains.
We don't want to waste even a grain of food.
When the first acre of land was harvested, the villagers immediately gathered around and watched Liu Gong weigh the crops for Qin Yao's family.
"Five hundred kilograms!" Liu Gong said excitedly.
These three short words caused a huge uproar among the villagers.
A yield of 500 kilograms per mu, what does that mean?
Generally speaking, if the best farmland is cultivated carefully, the annual output is about 450 kilograms at most.
The villagers knew the condition of Qin Yao's land very well. They usually just watered it and removed the weeds. They had never seen anyone fertilize the land after planting. It was a semi-free-range state.
How could it not be shocking that the yield per mu could reach 500 kilograms under such conditions?
Liu Gong smiled from ear to ear. As a landlord who rented out land, the more the tenants harvested, the more rent they received. How could they not be happy?
(End of this chapter)