Release that Witch

The first batch of wheat planted in Bianbu Town finally ushered in the harvest day.

The serfs, with the scorching sun, cut the straw with a sickle and tied it up to the other side of the river.

Roland knows that it is a very cumbersome process from wheat ears to wheat kernels. Before mechanical tools and combine harvesters are not yet widely available, wheat grains need to be manually separated, cleaned, screened and aired. Now, he has witnessed this process again.

After the straws were transported back to the camp, the serfs spread them flat on the ground and dried them. Then, with all kinds of tools, there was nothing to use: wooden sticks, stones, and scorpions all played together, repeatedly hitting the straw and wheat ears, and letting the fruit go away. The outer shell, this process often lasts for three or four days. In Roland's memory, the countryside uses cows or scorpions, pulling the stone to crush in the valley, not only saves a lot of effort, but also has a much better shelling effect than the beat.

I have to say that the agricultural level of the town is really too backward.

After the game is finished, it is the same. It is also used for smashing. If there is no fork, use a wooden stick instead, or use both hands to hold the straw and throw it into the sky, just like cooking in a pan. After the previous knock, most of the shells of the caryopsis have been broken, and the process is to separate the fruit from the ears of wheat.

The wheat straw after threshing actually has many functions. After smashing, it can be returned to the field. It can be used as livestock padding, and it can also make feed and paper. However, Roland has no time to develop the green industry. I have to watch the serfs pile the wheat straw into the river. On the side, unified and unified the fire. In the next few days, the gray smoke was flying all over the town, which was comparable to the previous cement powder pollution.

At the same time, the two spindle islands of Chishui Bridge have also been cleaned up and the construction of the retaining wall is being carried out as planned. The foundation pier is made of the same prefabricated method as the main bridge. The concrete column containing steel and steel is poured out in the open space, and then the “weight reduction hoisting” is carried out. Finally, the lotus is responsible for sinking it into the soil, and only the half steel plate is exposed. Waiting to connect to the bridge.

So this week, Roland basically swayed between Chishui Bridge and the valley, and the skin was sunburned a lot.

When the straw is forked, there is only one layer of grain and chaff left in the valley.

The serfs swept them together and piled them into small hills, then stood on the mountain bag, shoveling the mixture with a shovel and throwing it toward the open space ahead. Because the chaff is much lighter than the fruit, the distance from the wind is farther away, so the grain is scattered under the feet, while the shells and debris in the distance are the way to pass the food step by step. Collect it up.

Of course, it is impossible to completely clean the chaff, and this process will also make the grain mixed with mud and sand, so Roland made up his mind, and he will have to prepare in advance until the harvest day next year. A batch of mechanical farmer combine harvester is estimated to be impossible, but the sheller is quite easy to achieve, but the stone mill is replaced by a grinding disc, and a screen is installed underneath, and the broken chaff is separated by a blower.

When a full grain of wheat is evenly laid on the valley, it seems to have dyed a layer of gold on the north bank of the entire Chishui River. Looking at these golden fruits, Roland is filled with a sense of accomplishment. Regardless of the harvested food enough to fill the stomach of more than 10,000 people, at least for Bianbu Town, this is a memorable day.

From today, the food in his territory will gradually shift from self-production to self-sufficiency.

Three days after drying, the wheat entered the bagging and weighing stage.

"His Royal Highness, this time is a big harvest!" In the afternoon, Barov rushed into the office. "According to the preliminary statistics of the City Hall, the yield per mu of the responsible field is at least four times that of the previous day, the highest. It has now reached six times, so this year's harvest is enough to fill the stomach of the people."

“Yes,” Roland couldn’t help but smile. “It seems that the new granary in the castle area is not always empty.”

“Do you know what it means?” The look of the town hall manager seems to be more exciting than him. “The town needs only two more 5,000 farmers to meet the food consumption of 50,000 to 60,000 people! This is incredible. The town can be expanded into the largest city in the Grey Fort, not..." He paused, "the most magnificent city on the mainland!"

In this era, the urban population will not rise. The main reason is that the grain production capacity is low. A large city like Wangdu, which has more than 20,000 people, already needs dozens of villages around it to provide food. Each village has a population of about one or two thousand. If half of it is engaged in agricultural cultivation, it is almost 20,000 people to raise 20,000 people. That is to say, the food produced by a farmer, in addition to feeding himself and his family, can supply at most one city resident.

The so-called intangible restriction of productivity is here. I am afraid that Barov can hardly imagine that when mechanized planting is popularized, the output of one person alone is enough to feed tens of thousands of people. Bianbu Town has achieved such a bumper harvest without promoting and developing agricultural technology. The main credit is on the golden one of the leaf transformation.

It is Roland's strategy set at the outset to feed more people with as few farmers as possible, to liberate human resources from farmland, and to invest in industrial production. Now the Ministry of Agriculture has obtained the best planting process, and with the addition of iron tools and machinery to cultivate in the coming year, the per capita output will inevitably become higher and higher.

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In the evening, Roland held a bonfire speech at the Chishui River as if he had returned to the dusk four months ago. It was also a burning bonfire, a black crowd, and the last touch of the reflection on everyone's face. The only difference is that everyone's look is more than the fear and uneasiness of the first time, and now their faces are full of joy and unpredictable expectations.

Roland reached for a downward wave and the scene calmed down. Everyone held their breath and waited for the prince to fulfill his promise.

"I know what you want to hear," he did not follow his usual practice of putting his name and title in front, but said straightforwardly, "I can tell you without a doubt, before. The announced promotion rules are still valid today and will continue to do so!"

This sentence alone detonated the atmosphere of the scene, and everyone could not help but scream out, many people squatted down and praised the prince's kindness. "Long live the lord! Long live the Prince!"

"When the weighing of the food is over, the promotion list will be announced together." After the call subsided slightly, Roland went on to say, "The arrangement after becoming a free agent will be handled by the City Hall. You can choose to continue farming or in the town. He has another job."

"In addition, from next year, as long as the harvest meets the promotion standard, even if the output is not in the forefront, it can become a free people. In other words, as long as you work hard, you will be able to get rid of the identity of the serf. As I said, labor Create wealth, labor changes fate.” He paused for a moment and looked around. “I hope that in the future, there will be no more serfs in Bianbu Town, and everyone can be my true people.”

Roland’s voice just fell, and people’s cheers echoed over the Chishui River for a long time. (To be continued. Your support is my biggest motivation.)