Chapter 330 Yes, my aunt gave it to me
The first large truck was driven by Ba Tiezhu. He determined the position early, stepped on the accelerator slowly, and followed the harvester. The truck box naturally caught the falling grain.
The millet rushed out, but only half of the truck box was filled in seven or eight minutes.
The people present looked at this scene and couldn't help but take a breath, and their pupils were widened in shock.
There is no need for people to cut bit by bit, let alone threshing bit by bit. The harvester perfectly helps humans save this part of the labor.
Now, all it takes is a truck to pull the millet to a designated place and spread it out to dry.
The rumbling sound of the harvester operating was not noisy to the villagers' ears, but was actually so pleasant.
The first truck was quickly filled, and the second truck was already ready.
The second truck is driven backwards, with the carriage facing the first truck's carriage. This ensures that the harvester does not stop and that after the first truck drives away, the millet will not be scattered on the ground when changing trucks.
Most of the fields in Taohua Village are open and flat. Even if there are uneven areas such as mountains and rocks, Baitao also spent money to have the mall handle them.
The harvester harvested all the rice fields in Taohua Village in a day and a half. The remaining areas where the harvester could not be driven were used by the villagers swarmly, and the harvest was completed in less than a day.
The weather is nice, it's a good time to dry the millet.
Baitao doesn't have much experience in drying things like this.
Of course, with the villagers here, she didn't have to worry about this matter.
I saw the villagers spreading the rice out to dry in the sun for two days to dry out the moisture.
The rice is then piled into piles, and is not rushed into bags. It is piled for three to five days. During this period, if you put your hands into the pile and touch it, you will feel the heat.
This heat will also evaporate most of the water, and then the rice is spread out in the sun for two days.
At this time, it is almost 70% dry. Put the rice in your mouth and bite it. If it makes a special crunch, it can be stored in the warehouse.
When the millet in Taohua Village goes into the granary, the yield per mu is also calculated.
"So many?!"
Everyone who heard it was surprised.
You know, this is weighing after drying.
"No wonder my aunt said high yield."
"I never dreamed that one acre of land could harvest so much food."
“My family could not harvest so much from several acres of land before.”
"I'm going to tell my aunt right now and make her happy."
The weather was hot, and Baitao was playing on the swing and eating ice cream.
It was Xiao Ming who pushed the swing for her.
Next to her, Bai Xiaocao had a resentful look on her face. This Xiao Ming was really annoying. Every time he came back, he would definitely take away her job.
As for Xiao Ming, while pushing the swing, his eyes frequently fell on the stone table next to him.
There are fruit plates and pastries on the stone table. What attracts Xiao Ming the most is the sweet and sour spicy duck and spicy strips.
Of course, he also likes the ice cream and small cakes in the small freezer.
At this time, Bai Dashan held his notepad and ran to the swing with a face full of joy, panting: "Auntie, good news, good news."
When Xiao Ming heard this, he immediately said, "Village chief, what's the good news?" As he asked, he withdrew his strength from pushing the swing.
Baitao didn't know what Xiao Ming was up to, so she glanced at him and didn't care. Seeing Bai Dashan sweating on his forehead, he asked Bai Xiaocao to get him an ice cream.
"It's such a hot day, please take it easy first." Since it's good news, there's no rush for it. Moreover, Baitao thought about it and concluded that it was probably about the rice entering the granary.
"Thank you, auntie." Bai Dashan took it moved, but had no intention of eating it immediately.
"You eat first." Baitao: "Let's talk while eating."
How can this be done? Bai Dashan shook his head. This would offend his aunt.
Bai Dashan: "Auntie, I'm worried."
With that said, he began to report.
"Auntie, after weighing calculations, our village's average rice yield per mu this year is 976 kilograms."
Baitao was surprised: "The yield per mu is less than one thousand catties?"
You must know that the grain she got can produce 1,400 to 5,000 kilograms per mu in modern times, and the difference is 400 to 500 kilograms. The gap is not small.
However, after thinking about it, Baitao realized that it was normal for there to be a gap between the data measured in the experimental field and the actual planting by farmers. In addition, factors such as environment, climate, humidity, and first planting were also affected.
"Yeah." Bai Dashan grinned excitedly, but he quickly reacted, put away his smile, and asked cautiously: "Auntie, are you not up to standard?"
"No." Baitao comforted with a smile: "It's the first time, so it's not bad to have such a harvest."
When Bai Dashan heard this, he was about to say something when Baitao said again: "I don't know what the harvest will be like in the upper and lower villages."
"Auntie, I will let Dazhi keep a close eye on you."
Baitao nodded and ordered: "The weather is hot, so Duoxi must prepare enough mung bean soup for everyone."
Although the villagers are strong and do not get sick easily, Baitao is still used to letting people drink more mung bean soup to cool down when the weather is hot.
"Yes, great aunt."
Baitao continued: "You must carry that Huoxiang Zhengqi water and heat-relieving pill with you."
In such weather, the villagers were busy going out early and returning late. As an aunt, all Baitao could do was to pay more attention to the big guys and ask them to bring things to relieve the heat, so that they would be prepared.
Bai Dashan's heart was warm and his head was nodding: "Auntie, don't worry, everyone will remember it."
The villagers all know that Huoxiang Zhengqi water and heat-relieving pills were specially prepared for them by my aunt. If my aunt cares about them so much, they will naturally take care of them.
After finishing the matter, Bai Dashan asked Baitao about his diet these past few days, and then left with the ice cream.
When I met Bai Dacang on the road, he nodded and said hello: "It's such a hot day, why don't you drink mung bean soup?"
"Drink, drink, thanks to the village chief for caring." Bai Dacang replied casually.
Who knows, the next second, Bai Dashan laughed loudly and said: "Hahaha, how do you know this is the ice cream my aunt gave me."
"Yes, this ice cream was given to me by my aunt just now."
Bai Dacang was stunned, and then rolled his eyes speechlessly. Where did he ask? He clearly just said to drink mung bean soup.
Bai Dashan didn't seem to notice Bai Dacang's speechlessness, and continued to show off with a grin: "I am so old, I am embarrassed to ask for it, but the elders are obliged to give it, and my aunt must give it, so I would rather obey it than be respectful."
Just when Bai Dashan was about to unscrew the lid of the ice cream and take a mouthful of Bai Dashan, Bai Dashan suddenly turned his head and ran away without saying anything.
"Oh, it's going to rain, and my clothes haven't been collected yet."
Bai Dashan raised his head when he heard the words. The weather was clear, the sun was shining in the sky, there were no clouds in the sky, and there was no sign of rain.
"Humph, it's really not interesting at all." He hadn't finished speaking yet.
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