darknovel Chapter 126 Harvest
Chapter 126 Harvest
It’s midsummer in July.
The corn is ripe.
Cen Mingche couldn't wait to go to various villages to harvest.
The first crop of corn, I don’t know what the yield will be.
Corn has strong drought tolerance, cold tolerance, barrenness tolerance and good environmental adaptability.To plant corn, generally choose plots with flat terrain, deep soil, loose texture, good permeability, medium or above fertility, and good water and fertility retention.
Because the capital is located in the north, Cen Mingche uses single cropping and spring sowing.
The current corn has not yet undergone selective breeding, and its maturity period is about four and a half months.
The seedlings are raised in the greenhouse in February, sown in the fields in March, and harvested in mid-July. It’s just right.
However, the current corn is still tender corn, the kind that is juicy and tender and can be eaten directly in a pot, steamed or grilled.
If you wait until the corn is fully ripe, you cannot eat it directly. The texture of the kernels will become powdery and dry, and there will be no sweetness. On the contrary, there will be a light astringency.
In fact, corn is harvested at this time. The outer leaves of the harvested corn are peeled off, hung up to dry, then threshed, dried again, and then bagged and stored.
In July, Cen Mingche went to Zhuangzi and saw young corn.
...Finally, I can eat corn again!
When he took the first bite, Cen Mingche almost burst into tears.
This is the smell of roasted corn at the night market stall.
It’s the flavor of a once civilized society.
Damn, it’s so hard.
Traveling back in time to ancient times, you are a prince, and now you are a prince. There is no flush toilet to use when going to the bathroom, you cannot eat authentic night market skewers and Jiugongge hot pot, and you cannot catch up on new shows or football games.
Compared with modern life, the prince is nothing!
If he hadn't died, Cen Mingche would have been a second-generation person who had no worries about food and clothing before time travel, okay? !
But if you can live one more time, you don’t need so many bicycles.
Besides, he is the prince now and may aspire to the throne, which is much better than the poor people who have difficulty even taking a bath.
Cen Mingche ate six sticks of roasted corn.
Those who served him were frightened.
Is this stuff so delicious?
What should I do if Your Highness has too much food?
No one knew that Cen Mingche was just using this familiar smell to miss his old life.
"What's the estimated yield per mu now?"
"Back to Your Highness, when we harvest in September, the water content will be reduced, but the flour inside will increase. The yield per mu will be about four to five hundred kilograms."
The eyes of the head of the village were gleaming.
"Your Highness, I have been farming for many years and have never seen such high-yielding crops!"
This is where and where.
Cen Mingche waved his hand.
As for sweet potatoes, in the north, seedlings are raised in mid-February, sown around Tomb-Sweeping Day, and harvested after frost, which will take some time.
Potatoes are most suitable for planting in the beginning of summer and are suitable for deep plowing in sandy loam soil. The flowering period is summer, and existing varieties are harvested in early to mid-September.
A bumper crop will arrive this fall, along with his first child.
so good.
I really want to eat potato chips and shredded sweet potatoes!
"Dear princess, no matter what our child's first name is, his nickname will be Corn, okay?"
"...What if there is a second one?"
"Then call it potato."
"……The third?"
"sweet potato?"
"My lord."
Liu Qingyu smiled.
"Stop talking, I'm afraid I want to hit you."
Cen Mingche chuckled.
"If these three kinds of food are promoted, they will become life-saving food for people all over the world. It is not aggrieved to let our children be called these three nicknames, right? Only our children can be called these three names, bastards, bastards, bastards, bastards, bastards, bastards, bastards Women don’t deserve it.”
"...Then I really thank you."
The two chatted and laughed for a while, had dinner together, and then Cen Mingche went back to the study to rest.
time flies.
The disaster relief work was not going well.
The lower reaches of the Yellow River are a vast area of land. Before the water recedes, that large area was abandoned.
The victims flocked to the nearest city upstream. Officials did not dare to open the city because they were afraid that the victims would flood into the city and cause chaos, so they had to close the city gates and organize wealthy households to regularly give porridge outside the city to ease the mood of the victims.
People are dying every day.
Fortunately, this section is in the upper reaches of the Yellow River, and the corpses are in the lower reaches. Otherwise, in such a hot summer, the corpses would rot and diseases would spread, which would make things even more chaotic.
It was at this time that the disaster relief team led by Prince An arrived at the disaster area.
I have to say, to the outside, he did a great job.
Not only did they allow the victims to enter the city and separate the areas where the victims lived, they also disinfected the area, burned the bodies in a centralized manner, and provided porridge - brown rice porridge that could not be poured over with chopsticks.
All of a sudden, the victims rushed towards the city where Prince An was located.
Prince An's reputation was unparalleled.
But Cen Mingche was not in a hurry.
He is waiting.
Lime is used for disinfection, and brown rice porridge that does not fall over with chopsticks is sold in real quantities.
Cen Mingche is waiting to see how long Prince An can hold on.
Moreover, Prince An didn't know that someone would pretend to receive the disaster food.
In other words, there will be many people who are not in such difficulty, in order to save a bite of food for their families, they will receive the food distributed to the victims.
In this way, food consumption increased exponentially.
Not to mention that King Kang just had the mother's family of the Minister of War. Even if the entire household and war departments listened to his arrangements, they would not be able to mobilize so much money and food.
Within two months, news came that the relief food and grass sent by the Ministry of War to the disaster area had been robbed.
As I have said long ago, it is not just the victims who do not have enough to eat who receive relief food.
There are also rogue gangs who want to take advantage of the opportunity to cause trouble and fish in troubled waters.
After feeding all the victims, the young people inside will no longer be honest.
This is the reason why working-for-relief has not been popular in all dynasties.
If you feed these people, it will be easy for them to change.
Prince An, you are really stupid in reading.
It's all messed up.
The Ministry of Revenue has been unable to raise the next batch of food and grass.
Prince Kang's previous actions brought the victims together and fed them too much.There are also rogue gangs who use looted disaster relief food to fan the flames.
This is really a "underworld" scene.
King Anjun was besieged in the city by disaster victims, no, chaos, and asked the court for help.
After Cen Mingche learned about this, he drank alone all night.
happy.
Sure enough, everything went as he expected.
The next person to come forward should be Prince Kang.
However, it is not that easy to send troops now.
Because there is no food.
The three armies have not moved yet, so food and grass go first.
Without food, nothing can be done.
Time has arrived in September amid such anxiety.
It’s time for Cen Mingche’s Zhuangzi to harvest.
His child is about to be born.
The cornfield is golden. Farmers are breaking corn cobs and putting basket after basket in the bamboo baskets behind them. Farmer women guard the baskets, peeling off the corn leaves, braiding them into strings, and hanging them under the eaves to dry.
In the sweet potato and potato fields, the farmers carefully dig the ground with wooden shovels, dig out the sweet potatoes and potatoes one by one, and store them in the cellar at night.
What a wonderful harvest scene.
Even if this batch of grain is enough to provide farmers with rations, there is still a lot left.
It's enough for disaster relief.
But Cen Mingche would never hand over this batch of food in vain.
The opportunity he has been waiting for has arrived.