"Second Young Master, let's go over there. There are still some unharvested fields there," Wang Zuo pointed ahead and accompanied Wang Yi to practice martial arts for a whole morning. In the afternoon, Wang Zuo also responded to Wang Yi's request and took him to the fields to take a look.

Along with them, Wang Fu, Wang Jin, Wang Nian and other people with higher status in the village, as well as several followers around Wang Yi, Wang Tan, the little girl who likes to follow Wang Yi, also followed him and walked among the fields with Wang Yi.

The crops were harvested, the ground was relatively flat, and there were some flowers and plants growing. The little girl was quite interested. When she saw something interesting or beautiful while walking, she ran over, picked it back or observed it carefully. She also asked Wang Yi and the people next to her if she didn't understand or knew something. She flew over from a distance. Wang Tan chased her again and wanted to catch the butterfly, but Wang Yi had to instruct Wang Zhou to follow her and look forward to this lively and active little girl.

When traveling today, everyone changed into ordinary clothes, not afraid of getting stuck in mud or something.

"Second Young Master, these are all the fields on our farm. There are still farmers in the fields over there who are harvesting crops, but most of them have been harvested. The harvest this year is not good, and natural disasters are constantly... " Wang Zuo led Wang Yi to the field, pointing to the fields near and slightly far away and said.

"Uncle Zuo, what have you planted these harvested fields?" Wang Yi asked, pointing to the few fields that have been harvested.

"Second Young Master, these fields contain corn, rice, sorghum, beans and other crops, mainly corn, and other fields are also these crops. Now, except for beans and sorghum, most of the others have been harvested!" Wang Zuo answered Wang Yi's inquiry.

"Oh!" Wang Yi responded and asked again: "Uncle Zuo, what is the harvest this year? What is the yield per acre of land? How much is the total output?"

"Why did the second young master ask this?" Wang Zuo was very surprised when he heard Wang Yi's inquiry. Wang Fu, who was standing aside and quietly observing Wang Yi's words and deeds, was also very surprised. The other people also had similar expressions. No one would have thought that Wang Yi, who had just recovered for a few days, would ask about the harvest of the fields.

"I just want to understand the harvest situation of the fields," Wang Yi replied with a faint smile. He felt that it was natural to ask this question. In later generations, he was in charge of everything at home. He personally took charge of housing speculation and stock speculation. He has been in charge of the finances of the family for many years. Now he naturally cares about the situation of the village he is in charge of. It is no exaggeration to say that the situation of this village is a group that gathers many industries, with many fields and other industries. With so many fields, what is planted is very important, and how the harvest is also needed to be understood. Of course, he wants to know what the overall situation in the village is today.

To be honest, during his work in the hospital, Wang Yi was not interested in medicine as his job, but he was very interested in other aspects. Of course, history is not to mention it. This is what he is most interested in. In addition to history, Wang Yi also likes travel, photography, sports, and of course financial management. He made a few small profits in some speculations in the years after his marriage, so his family is quite good, which also makes him have a strong interest in economic matters. To study knowledge, of course, life must be well lived, and the family must be well managed, otherwise he will live a life without clothes and food every day. He also studies a lot of knowledge. He does not have the spirit of any celebrity in history who can eat porridge and write a great work. Survival is the first priority. If you can survive, you still need to live a comfortable life to have the energy to study other things. If you are hungry, you have no inspiration. At least your wife and daughter cannot let them live a hard life!

If he hadn't made a few profits in speculation and had a few properties in Hangzhou, Wang Yi wouldn't have quit his well-earned job in the hospital, and his wife wouldn't have agreed to take the postgraduate degree in history!

Although Wang Yi likes history and studies history, in him, the styles of old scholars and modern people are perfectly combined. This is what Wang Yi is quite proud of later generations. He often boasts that he is a perfect "literati"!

Reborn in another world, and has a farmer under him, and he owns a lot of property. Of course, Wang Yi had to make some plans. If he wanted to plan, he must first figure out the situation. If he wanted to understand the situation, he had to ask Wang Zuo and others who were in charge of the affairs!

"Second Young Master, the harvest this year is not good!" Wang Zuo sighed, with a worried look on his face, "This spring is in the cold spring, and in the summer, I encountered several major storms. The harvest is rainy and rainy in the autumn. The overall harvest is very poor, and the yield of wheat and millet is extremely low. Fortunately, the rice planted has a little harvest, but it is not much better, and there are few plantings. After paying the rent and tax, it depends on the situation and only enough food for hundreds of people in the village for a year, and there is no surplus!"

The weather this year is really strange. Almost all the crops are planted. After spring, hail fell, which discounted many crops. It often rained during wheat harvest, and the wheat was too late to harvest, and many wheat fell to the ground and sprouted. In summer, several big typhoons hit, which caused even greater damage, which almost all the crops planted in the fields and were too late to replant. As autumn harvest approached, it was raining again, and many crops were soaked. Fortunately, the sun was shining brightly in the past half month, otherwise the crops in the fields could not be harvested.

According to the total amount of grain harvested, the total grain output this year is the lowest in recent years, which made Wang Zuo worried. Wang Yi asked about it today. After Wang Zuo thought about it for a while, he did not hide it and said it honestly.

"The disaster this year is so serious!" Wang Yi was a little surprised when he heard it. He knew that in history, the first year of Zhenguan to the third year of Zhenguan, and the harvest was not good in various places. However, after listening to the latter sentence Wang Zuo said just now, he was also a little confused, "Uncle Zuo, why don't you plant rice in multiple varieties? The rice yield is high, which can resist disasters more?"

"Second Young Master, how do you know that rice yields are higher? They can resist disasters?" Wang Jin, who was on the side, couldn't help but ask. Wang Yi had never come to the fields in recent years, and he was not very clear-headed, so he was surprised by the fact that rice was in a very surprising way.

Faced with Wang Jin's surprise inquiry, Wang Yi replied plainly: "Uncle Jin, I see it from the book. The book says that rice yield is higher than other crops and has a short growth cycle. It can be planted on a large scale in the Jiangnan area where water is rich!"

Later generations, his hometown was in Zhejiang. Wang Yi, who lived on this land for more than 30 years and grew up in the countryside since childhood, was of course very clear about what can be planted on this land. In later generations, the most planted crop in Hangzhou, Jiahu, and the lake area was of course rice. Rice yield was high, but it required a lot of water to irrigate and abundant sunshine. These conditions were fully met in Hangzhou and the nearby areas. When Wang Yi was young, he clearly remembered that his family planted rice in the morning and evening seasons. After the late rice was harvested, he also planted one ripe wheat, and there were three ripe crops a year. At that time, the family had only two or three acres of land, but the grain planted from these two or three acres of land was still available for the family to eat for a year.

In later generations, there were often natural disasters. Wang Yi also knew that even if he was suffering from a disaster, as long as there was a season of rice that could be harvested, it would not be bad, not to mention that the late rice was basically in time to replant after a typhoon, and this should not happen...

Now Wang Zuo said that due to the disaster, the grain planted in tens of thousands of acres of fields was not very abundant for hundreds of people in the village. This made him very puzzled and puzzled. Even if the grain output in this era was low, the rice yield was far from being compared with hybrid rice in later generations. But there were tens of thousands of acres of fields. In addition to those mountainous and forest land, the number of fields that could plant crops would not be very small, and the taxes paid in the early Tang Dynasty should not be very high. Why did this happen?

He has never seen the disaster he encountered this year, which can prevent the fields from harvesting. In addition, the crops planted in the farm are all crops with low yields, such as corn, beans, etc., which leads to such a situation? Or there is another possibility, that is, the farm also needs to accumulate a certain amount of grain for other purposes. The harvest this year is low, but the savings required cannot be less, so there is less food that can be controlled!

This possibility still exists. Wang Yi knew that there were several large warehouse-like houses in the village, and there were still people guarding them, but he had never been in. It might be that he was piled up food. If those warehouses piled up food, he should be able to store a lot of food.

Wang Yi had this kind of premonition. The village must have been storing food for his own use. He wanted to ask Wang Zuo around him if there was such a situation, but when he saw that there were several other people around him, he also held it back. He wanted to hear how Wang Zuo answered his question just now.

Wang Zuo had an unconcealed surprise on his face. After being stunned for a while, he replied: "Young Master, you don't know. The land rent collected by the government stipulates that there must be a certain amount of corn. The proportion of corn is very high, so there can only be a variety of corn! Moreover, a certain amount of grain is needed in the farm, and it is necessary to accumulate in the village for emergencies. When the grain price is high, it can be sold and profitable!"

"So that's how it is!" Wang Yi nodded after hearing this, and saw the surprised eyes of the people next to him. Although he still had a lot of doubts in his heart, he thought it was not appropriate to say it now, so he didn't ask anything else and continued to move forward.

At this time, Wang Tanfei, who ran away to pick wild flowers, ran back and raised the wild flowers in his hand to show off to Wang Yi: "Second brother, look, Tan'er picked a bunch of beautiful flowers, can you use it?"

"Tan'er, this wild chrysanthemum is really beautiful. We will go back and get a bottle to put it in..."

"Young Master even knows this wild chrysanthemum?" Wang Zuo was even more surprised. Wang Yi's performance today made people unable to believe that he was a person who had been stupid for five years and had almost never had a village in these five years.

You know, there are no wild chrysanthemums in the village, and no one has picked them back. Of course, there are no rice, corn, etc. These are planted in the fields outside...

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Chapter completed!