The corn that Luo used was planted a few days earlier than Hou Lin's side, but the harvest time was similar. It should be that the temperature in Lishi was lower than that in Chang'an City.

Before the corn in the Luo family matured, Luo Yong often went to the slope to steal the tender corn cob. It was obviously his own field and his own grain, but he still had to do it like a thief.

It's really impossible. The villagers were very careful. They all said that there had been so many troubles in the last time about the sowing of corn. They would not be able to go on a business trip again when harvesting. They must respectfully break down one corn and one corn, calculate the yield carefully, and ask the governor Hao to help them deliver the news back to Chang'an City. In addition, they have to hand over some corn to ask His Majesty the Emperor to see the corn they produced locally in Lishi. Although they are planted on the slopes, they are no worse than those in the good fields.

In this case, can Luo Yong still break the tender corn openly and eat it?

I could only go sneakily and had to change places every time. The half bucket of corn had been sown by them for nearly four acres of land. In these four acres, there were few corn on the cobs, which should not be seen.

"You're young! Who stole the corn from the Sanlang family?" As a result, he only peeled it for two days, and a careful villager discovered the clue.

"Is it because of the little kids in the family who are greedy?" Someone immediately pointed the finger at the naughty kids in the village.

"No, no, I broke the corn." Luo Yong quickly stood up and confessed his guilt, otherwise the naughty children in the village would have suffered.

"The corn is not ripe yet, why are you going to break it?" When he heard that it was Luo Sanlang who broke the corn himself, the villagers' attitude also eased a lot, but the shout that just now had already attracted many people in the village.

"I'll try to see if this raw corn can be eaten on the cob." Luo Yong said with a smile.

"Why are you so careless? You want to try this. Next year and the next year, we will try as much as we want. At this critical moment, don't let these corns suffer again." An old man in the village said immediately. This is a major issue related to corn production. I am afraid that someone will be snatched by the pigtails. Those dark-hearted people in Chang'an City will make a fuss about this matter again.

"That tender corn cob is delicious, it's okay to steam and cook. If we report this matter to you, it will be a reward." Luo Yong said.

"Don't talk, don't talk, we can eat whatever others eat, and we won't show the limelight." Several old men in the village waved their hands quickly. When dealing with the Sixth Valley, they thought they could ignore anything else. First of all, a respectful and cautious attitude must be put in place.

"Then let's not talk about it." Luo Sanlang was as good as the stream of good deeds.

"I wonder if there will be wild boars coming down these two days. Everyone has been alert these days. It is best to arrange a few people to come here often." Tamura Masato also spoke at this time.

"That's right, don't make any mistakes at this critical moment." The villagers also felt that this was right.

"..." Luo Yong listened aside, thinking that these people were secondary to defending wild boars, mainly to prevent themselves.

Well, if there is no corn on the cob, the two of them, Liulang and Qiniang, will probably be disappointed.

The tender corn cob that had just been broken from the field was sprinkled with a few salts, and placed it in the pottery jar and cooked slowly. The corn kernels were broken and the bite was sticky and sweet in their mouths. The taste was so good. The children of their family could drink all the soup for the corn.

After a few days, the long beards on the cobs in the fields began to turn yellow. The villagers said they could collect it. They found the officials from the county's central farmer to see them. The officials walked to their Xipo Village. After seeing it, they said that they would wait for another seven or eight days, and wait for the corn poles to turn yellow again.

After waiting for nearly ten days, when the corn stems and leaves planted in the four acres of land began to turn dry and yellow, the corn squid became brown, Xipo Village selected several farmers with the most experienced farm work to help Luo Sanlang go to the fields to harvest corn.

Luo Yong stood in the field and watched the villagers carry out many corn cobs from the fields in a basket. He wanted to reach out to pick them up, but the people all said to him: "Don't do anything, just let's do it."

Luo Yong:...Are you afraid that he would chew these corn on the cob?

After the corn cob was broken, everyone went to collect the corn poles. Luo Yong picked out one from there and fed it to five pairs. The five pairs loved it very much, so he chewed the corn poles in a few seconds.

At this time, there were other donkeys in the village nearby, and they were taken out by children from various families. When they were not working, they played with the children in the village, and they would go wherever the children went.

When these donkeys saw five pairs chewing the corn pole, they became greedy when they smelled the smell. They all went to this side. Luo Yong carried a bundle of poles to the grass slope next to them and asked them to chew on their own.

The donkeys were gnawing corn stalks on the slope, and Luo Sanlang also squatted on the slope to gnawing corn stalks. He also found one for the children and asked them to gnaw them too.

The corn pole was sweet when gnawing, and the children in the village liked it. After gnawing, they wanted one more and another. Luo Sanlang waved his hand and asked them to pick it up by themselves. The corn pole on the ground looked like which one to gnaw.

"That's a child." Several villagers who were working looked at them and said with a smile.

"I don't know what to say about him." He is a child, sometimes he has more ideas than these adults, saying he is an adult...

After all the corn poles were pulled down, Luo Yong asked the villagers to do it themselves and tie some corn poles back to feed the animals. This year, he had not put in much effort from planting to receiving the goods. Most of the villagers helped him.

There were only four acres of land in total, and the planting was relatively sparse. So many people were together and they were all done in a few seconds. At this time, they each had another bundle of corn poles to go back, and everyone was very happy.

In fact, I helped Luo Sanlang's family grow corn this year, not all to help him. They were also curious about what this Sixth Valley was, how to plant it, and what it looked like. In the past few months, it has really gained a lot of insights.

Not only do children and donkeys at home like to eat this corn pole, but adults also like to pick one or two out to chew when they are fine.

In the days that followed, while gnawing on the corn pole, they went to Luo Sanlang's house to see them drying corn, which became the favorite leisure activity for men, women, young and old in the village.

The weather is dry in late summer and the sun is quite strong. These corns are all sunny in a few days. After threshing, they weigh them as much as twenty-six throttles.

If we calculate the yield per mu, one mu of land is six and a half dan, which is still the case when they plant it relatively sparsely, and the fields they use are just the most common slopes. In the past, there was no irrigation system in their village, and the slopes were also relatively arid and not very suitable for planting crops.

I heard that in some places in the south, the corn harvest can reach nearly ten dans per acre of land. The villagers used to find it incredible, and after Luo Sanlang's corn was taken back, they all believed it.

The slopes like Luo Sanlang's family are planted so sparsely that they can produce six and a half dan per mu of land. If they change to high-quality fields and plant them appropriately, it would not be difficult to produce ten dan per mu.

The villagers were very envious of the corn from Luo Sanlang's family and wanted to buy some from him to make seeds. However, after hearing the men of the Xu family's house talked about the price of the corn, they all gave up again.

Although they have made some money in the past two years, they still can't afford such a high price.

"If he could open this conversation with Saburo, he should be able to borrow some seeds to us." A villager said.

"How can I open this? Saburo now owes so much debt. This year, he must exchange these corn for money to pay off the debt." Another villager waved his hand.

"If twenty-six tracts of corn are sown into the field, how much corn can be harvested next year!" Someone sighed.

"It has to be valued by the saints. Ordinary families can get corn seeds wherever they can."

"I wonder if Saburo has negotiated with others and how much is the price."

"There are so many big and young men living in the Xu family's guest house. They learn arithmetic with Luo Sanlang all day long. It's always not difficult to help him find a buyer."

"In my opinion, they don't have to look for buyers. As long as Saburo makes a noise and says he wants to sell corn, there will definitely be many merchants to buy it."

"I heard that Saburo is going to show off his last one today."

"That's right, after drying this time, these corns will be put into the warehouse this year."

"I'll go over and take a look."

"Sure, let's go and take a look. If I missed this time, I'm afraid I'll have to wait for the next year.

So the few of them planned to take a look at the golden corn kernels again to commemorate their desires but were reluctant to leave.

As a result, when they arrived at the Luo family's yard, they saw Luo Sanlang driving the big donkey named Wupeng grinding cornmeal. They saw the orange corn kernels scattered on the millstone and rolling into the stone mill with a crackling sound...
Chapter completed!