"Good farmland? Is this really good farmland?" Half an hour later, Li Shui stood on the ridge of the field and cursed.

The dry and cracked yellow soil has some weeds growing crookedly on it, and there are basically no seedlings in sight.

There were several farmers with sallow faces and skinny muscles, sitting on the ridge of the field, looking into the distance with dull expressions.

"Did Qin Shihuang have some misunderstanding about fertile fields?" Li Shui thought resentfully.

Wu Jiao next to him was speechless, thinking: "It's just spring, and the crops haven't been planted yet. This is naturally the case in the fields. What's all the fuss about?"

Li Shui turned around, pointed at the farmers in the distance, and asked, "Who are those people? Why are they in my field?"

Wu Jiao was even more speechless, so he could only explain patiently: "They are tenant farmers here."

Li Shui looked confused: "Who rented the land to them?"

Wu Jiao thought for a while and called an older farmer.

This farmer may only be in his forties, but he has been working in the fields all year round. His skin is tanned and his face is covered with wrinkles. He looks to be in his sixties.

The farmer's name is Cano, and he is the leader of this group of tenant farmers.

Cang Fu explained it, and Li Shui finally figured out what was going on.

These farmers do not have land, but their ancestors have rented this piece of farmland for generations, and formed a small village on the edge of the land, called Xiaotu Village.

Over several generations, the ownership of this land changed many people. This year it was Mr. Zhao, next year it was Mr. Wang, and the year after that it was Mr. Li.

But the villagers of Xiaotu Village have not changed. They have always been tenant farmers here.

They don't care who the owner is, they just farm diligently every year, and then give one-third of the harvest to the owner as land rent.

As for those high-ranking owners who didn't know how much property they had at home, they didn't bother to interfere with these tenant farmers. They only needed to send someone to collect rent on time every year.

It can also be simply said that the ownership of this land belongs to Lishui, but the right to use it belongs to the villagers of Xiaotu Village.

However, this right to use is just based on past customs and has no legal support.

After hearing this, Li Shui nodded slightly. He had no intention of driving away these villagers. After all, he himself could not cultivate a thousand acres of land. It was not only necessary to ask about the basic situation.

Cang Fu also introduced that there are about 20 farmers in Xiaotu Village, each with about five people. There are more than 100 people in total. One thousand acres of fertile land, divided evenly, means that one household can cultivate 40 acres.

Li Shui nodded with satisfaction and said, "Forty acres, is it enough for you to have food and clothing?"

Cano sighed and said: "If it's a good year, I can barely survive starvation. If it's a disaster year, I need to go somewhere else to escape."

Li Shui was immediately shocked: "A family with 40 acres of land still needs to escape famine? How much food do you produce in a year? How much food do you eat?"

Cang Fu said: "If we encounter a good year with good weather and good weather, each acre of land can produce about one and a half stones of grain per year."

One stone and a half, about one hundred, sixty-seven kilograms.

Li Shui couldn't accept this number. After all, he had grown up in modern society. Now, the grain produced from one acre of land had already been more than a thousand kilograms, or several hundred kilograms more.

But then I thought about it, this was the Qin Dynasty, there was no electricity for irrigation, no chemical fertilizers, no pesticides, and no scientific breeding, so food production was indeed not high.

However, one acre of land can only produce more than 100 kilograms a year, which is indeed too little.

Seeing the surprised look on Li Shui's face, Cang Fu couldn't help but smile bitterly and said, "Sir, don't be surprised. Even in a good year, not everything goes as planned."

"When a strong wind comes, some of the seedlings will fall down. When a heavy rain comes, some will be washed away. When a severe drought comes, some of the seedlings will die."

"So, when it comes to the autumn harvest, there won't be many crops harvested. After paying the land rent, there won't be much left."

Li Shui nodded and thought to himself: "I am a kind person. How can I feel at ease when I see these tenant farmers not having enough to eat? But if I don't pay their land rent, won't I be poor? For now, I can only find a way.

Increased production.”

"Don't think about chemical fertilizers and pesticides. We don't have this condition now. With the current level of science and technology, if you want to increase production, you have to start from the aspects that Sogo just mentioned. Resist drought, resist floods, resist lodging..."

Suddenly, an idea flashed in Li Shui's head, and he remembered a word: "Dai Tian method."

When I was in middle school, a history book mentioned that agriculturists of the Han Dynasty summarized the farming method, which was quite effective in fighting drought and wind, and could increase farmland yields.

Li Shui recalled it. Fortunately, the content of Daitian Law was easy to understand and he still remembered it.

Li Shui said to Cang Fu: "Is it going to be sowing this year?"

Cang Fu said: "It will be in the next day or two."

Li Shui snorted: "This year, don't plant haphazardly like in the past. I'll teach you to divide an acre of land into six equal parts. Then dig three of them into trenches. I'd say it's simpler, just like in the past.

For each acre of land, three shallow rivers are dug out. Crops are only grown on the bottom of the rivers."

Cang Fu was stunned for a moment and said: "In this case, wouldn't every acre of land be only half planted?"

Li Shui nodded with satisfaction: "You have a good understanding. After the crops grow, every time you plow and weed, you must hoe the soil on the dam together with the grass into the ditch to cultivate the roots of the seedlings."

"As time goes by, the soil on the embankments is flattened and the ditches are filled. At this time, the crops have deep roots and can withstand drought, wind and prevent lodging."

"Wait until the second year of farming, then replace it, use the original embankment as a ditch, and use the original ditch as a dam. Use them alternately to restore soil fertility."

Li Shui's words were clear and logical, but Cang Fu just repeated with a sad look on his face: "In this case, wouldn't only half of each acre of land be planted?"

Li Shui was speechless. He patted Cang Fu on the shoulder and said, "Believe me, even if you only plant half of the crops, you will still harvest more food than you originally did."

Cangfu murmured to himself again: "In this case, wouldn't every acre of land be only half planted?"

Li Shui became a little impatient and shouted: "Are you willing to plant or not?"

Cang Fu was a little scared. He looked at Li Shui with fear, his lips trembled for a while, and then he said boldly: "Sir, you are driving us to death. The crops are so full, but we still don't have enough to eat.

Now only half of it has been planted, and we will have no choice but to flee in the coming year. It is really difficult for a small person to obey the demands of adults."

Li Shui is going crazy. I just talked about it in simple terms for so long, but you didn’t understand it at all.

He was too lazy to pay attention to the old man, but turned to look at Wu Jiao: "You have seen more of the world than he does. What do you think of my method?"

Wu Jiao whispered: "Sir, you don't know something. Great Qin attaches great importance to farming and warfare. If you do this, it is a crime of neglecting farming. It is a very serious crime."

Li Shui was a little too lazy to talk nonsense with these illiterate people. He took out the death-free gold medal, waved it in front of Cang Fu, and asked, "Can you recognize this thing?"

Cangfu looked at it for a long time and whispered: "The villain is illiterate."

Li Shui rolled his eyes: "This is a gold medal for immunity from death. Sir, I don't have to pay with my life for killing people. I will come to check in two days. If the crops in the field are not planted according to my instructions, hum!"

Aangfu immediately shuddered, and then he said obediently: "Don't worry, sir, I... I'm all under your command."

Li Shui put the gold medal for immunity from death into his arms and thought a little speechlessly: "The ancients were all scoundrels. They refused to listen even if they told me nicely. They must turn me into a bully."

Wu Jiao looked at Li Shui with a worried look on his face, and had only one thought in his mind: "It's over, the crime of neglecting agriculture is a serious crime. This has caused a big disaster. What should I do? Do I still want to follow him? Wan
Chapter completed!