Not long after, the **** was placed next to the golden rice field.

Deng Chengxin also copied what Cheng Saburo asked him to take and jumped back.

Cheng Chubi took the package, and after opening it, took out a dozen pairs of gloves made of linen cloth.

Then they threw them at the Cheng family who were moving around the fields and preparing to do a big job.

"Come and come, one pair for one person, one pair for one person, put this thing on your hands, so as not to be scratched by the sharp rice leaves."

At this moment, Li Shimin, who was standing restrainedly with his sons Li Chengqian and Li Ke not far away, couldn't help but look curiously over there.

Seeing the eyes from his father, Li Ke, an excellent royal tool man, hurriedly jumped over.

Very enthusiastically greeted Cheng Chubi who was distributing gloves.

"Brother Chubi, give the younger brother a try too."

What can Cheng Chubi say, think this kid gets in the way and beat him up? As the so-called hitting a dog depends on the owner.

Because his father was the emperor, Cheng Chubi didn't bother to care about the number one **** in Cheng Ran University, and threw a pair of gloves to him directly.

Distributed all the other gloves, put on a pair of them, clapped his hands, took up a sickle and went down to the ground.

Uncle Ji who stood by was immediately anxious, and shouted loudly.

"San Gongzi, you are going to do a lot of things, but you don't have to come up quickly, this kind of rough work will not be enough."

"Uncle Ji, it's okay, hurry up and finish harvesting earlier, so that we can know how much our acre of land can produce."

Cheng Chubi stretched out his hand without raising his head, and then with a stroke of his sickle, he cut down a handful of rice and put it aside.

Seeing that Cheng Chubi had begun to take action, others had joined the harvesting battlefield, the sickle briskly cutting the rice.

Pieces of rice fell down and were transported to the edge of the ridge.

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Li Shimin took the glove from Li Ke's hand and put it on his hand strangely.

This thing is the same as the gloves Cheng Saburo used for surgery, but because it is made of hemp.

He stretched out his hand and stroked the jagged rice leaves. Naturally, the rice leaves couldn't make hot cuts in the skin.

"This kid Cheng Saburo is really amazing. The old man never thought that the gloves can still be used in this way."

"Compared with those farmers who wrap the cloth strips on their hands when harvesting, it saves trouble, and the protection is more comprehensive."

At any rate, Li Shimin was also the emperor of Tang, who personally went down to cultivate the fields and copied the sickle to harvest, when he used to harvest.

It was to follow the example of those old farmers and wrap them around their hands with cloth, but that way, naturally, the gloves made by Cheng Chubi were not comfortable.

The two Cheng family members who were fat and sturdy began to pick up the rice in their hands and swipe vigorously.

Slap vigorously at the corners of the tart, every time.

The grains that have turned golden yellow will be scattered and splashed into the **** bucket.

Liu Yuanwai from the Tuntian Division of the Ministry of Industry stood on the side with his hands clenched into fists, and he wanted to jump up and punch a few.

However, he understood at least that with his own strength, in addition to showing ugliness, there is no effect in playing, so it is better to remind him from time to time.

Let the Cheng family who are fat and strong come here a few more times to try not to miss any grains.

This kind of work is the most boring and boring. For each handful of rice, you have to hit three handfuls. Of course, there are so many people today that you don’t want time.

So hit four to five handfuls of rice and try not to have any leftovers.

Cheng Chubi cut from one end to the other. Although he was not tired, he still felt a little sore in his waist.

Li Shimin had also swayed to the front, after giving an order to Zhao Kun.

Zhao Kun walked away quickly, and soon he brought a fight, which was the standard fight of the Tang imperial imperial system.

This is a metal bucket supervised by the Ministry of Industry, and ten flat buckets are one stone.

At this moment, Zhao Kun also appeared in person, scooped up a bucket, and then poured it into a sack, each sack contained only one bucket.

This is to facilitate calculations for a while, and Liu Yuanwai and Deng Zhubo.

He also greeted the pros and escorts to inspect the fields with them to see if there were any missing rice ears.

Your Majesty is squatting here. These two officials who are responsible for monitoring and recording, at this time, they will wait when they do not perform well.

As the rice paddies placed on the edge of the ridge became less and less, the fat and strong Cheng family also changed.

The last few handfuls of rice were also beaten, and the grains fell into the **** bucket.

Zhao Kun motioned to everyone to stand up the **** bucket and pour the last bit of rice into the bucket.

Here, Li Shimin had already started to count the neatly placed sacks.

"There are thirty-six fights in total, Zhao Kun, how many do you have?"

"Your Majesty, the minister should have a half fight here." Zhao Kun replied with a red face.

Li Shimin looked at the sacks in front of him with a dazed expression, and muttered in a low voice.

"That's three stones, six fights and a half..."

Li Chengqian was also stunned, and muttered for a long time.

"Father, as far as the child knows, the best paddy field in the south of the Yangtze River, with one acre of production, three stones will be the best."

"The acre of field that Brother Chu Bi planted is actually six and a half buckets tall..."

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Li Shimin turned his head and looked at Cheng Chubi.

"Do you know, your harvest of this acre of land ~ lightnovelpub.net~ Not to mention Datang, even in the past dynasties, there has been no such harvest."

Cheng Chubi walked up to Li Shimin and looked at the gains. Now, he can explain to this big man seriously.

"Uncle, this should be due to many reasons. First, there are no pests and diseases in my acre of rice."

"The second is that all rice varieties have the same germination time and growth time."

"In addition, the flowers made by my nephew also worked..."

In fact, for Cheng Chubi, he is still a bit dissatisfied. After all, the high-quality non-hybrid rice produced by the farm manure of later generations is not a small matter even if only farm manure is used.

Now, from start to finish, I strictly follow the standards of later generations, but I can only earn three stones and six buckets.

This has to be converted into a catty, I am afraid that it is less than four hundred catties. Such an output really makes Cheng Chubi not proud.

But when I thought about it, I was relieved that the high-quality rice seeds of later generations must have been carefully selected.

After many generations of cultivation, it is a good treasure, and what I grow is the ancient three-season rice that has not been improved.

It's time to be satisfied if you can harvest so much.

Li Shimin was also awake from the initial shock. After listening to Cheng Chubi's analysis, he had to admit that what the kid said was very reasonable.

If others knew that they could grow so much output on one mu of land, they would not know what they would be successful in.

But looking at Cheng Chubi's appearance, it seemed that he was still inadequate, and Li Shimin really didn't know how to describe this kid.