Zhang Ran had just sat on the ground and rested for less than four or five minutes. His mother, Zhang Li, dropped her hoe, rushed over, and asked Zhang Ran with concern: "Ran'er, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable? If you are too tired, go home to rest. Sui'er and I can finish the remaining fields in half a day..."

"Uh" Zhang Ran scratched his head. His mother's "excessive" care made Zhang Ran feel like he became a "mama's baby". Although Zhang Ran could understand the anxiety that his mother suddenly "lost and gained" when she was about to despair, and was afraid of losing again. But to be honest, this kind of treatment that seemed to be "looking at the child" still made Zhang Ran deeply "flattered" and felt a little overwhelmed.

"My mother, I'm fine, don't worry!"

Zhang Ran stood up and took his mother's hand, and quickly comforted her: "I just felt a little tired just now, so I planned to sit down and rest, and I didn't feel uncomfortable. Besides, haven't you seen it all, my body is basically well-being, I can run or jump, and I can eat two big bowls of corn rice in one breath..."

"Haha..., what are you running and jumping? You kid will talk nonsense..." Seeing that Zhang Ran seemed to be really not in trouble, Zhang Li's heart was relieved and couldn't help laughing.

Zhang Ran said "wrongedly": "I didn't talk nonsense. I obviously ate two big bowls of rice in the morning..."

"Okay, okay, I won't be poor with you anymore. Since you're fine, my mother will go back to work!"

As he said that, Zhang Li was about to turn around and return to the field to continue weeding.

Seeing this, Zhang Ran hurriedly grabbed his mother's hand and advised: "Mother, there are only less than two acres of land left. We can finish the work this morning. Why are you still in a hurry? Let's sit down and take a rest and go to work later!"

"Then...well that's OK~" Zhang Li hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded and agreed.

After the mother and son returned to the ridge and sat down, they looked at the sparse seedlings in the fields in front of them, and couldn't help but worry: "Mother, I feel that the crops in our fields are not growing very well. Do you think our harvest will be reduced by this year's harvest!"

"This..." Zhang Li hesitated for a moment, and replied with a heavy face: "This is not easy to say, but judging from previous experience, it will be affected more or less!"

Zhang Ranshen nodded with consent and asked with the opportunity: "Then do you think, how much can we harvest per acre of land this autumn harvest?"

Zhang Li thought about it and replied in a low tone: "If nothing unexpected happens, it will probably only take two stones!"

"Two stones..."

After hearing this number, Zhang Ran's heart was in a state of depression. The reason why he pulled his mother over to ask questions this time was mainly because he felt very worried after seeing the scene in the field.

But because of his scruples, Zhang Ran dared not ask about the grain output directly. He could only take advantage of the problem of poor growth of seedlings and ask the grain output that he was most concerned about...

Although he had already made some preparations in his mind and knew that the grain output in his own fields might not be as much as that in later generations. But when Zhang Ran learned from his mother that he could only collect two stones per acre of land every year, Zhang Ran was still a little unbelievable.

Zhang Ran had secretly asked and verified his sister Zhang Suier yesterday. Now one pound is only about half a pound of later generations. One stone of grain is about 120 pounds (Han pound), which is only 60 pounds of later generations. Together, two stones are only more than 120 pounds.

"If one acre of land is collected 12 kilograms of grain a year, if this is placed in later generations, it is probably not equivalent to the extinction of the product?"

When I think of the two-season rotation of planting in the north in the later generations, the average yield of corn and wheat is over 1,000 kilograms per mu, as well as the rice in the south, which is more than 1,000 kilograms per season for two to three seasons a year, and the super hybrid rice that Grandpa Yuan had produced nearly 2,000 kilograms of grain per mu. Now, now only about 100 kilograms of grain per mu per mu per mu...

"This is still a high-quality irrigation field that can be irrigated by Qingshuihe River... If it is replaced with more than 20 acres of dry land or mountain fields, it is probably less than one-twentieth of the average grain output in later generations!"

After doing this, Zhang Ran suddenly felt like he was unlucky.

No wonder the family is as poor as a ghost. He only collects so much food in a year and has to pay so much tax. It is already amazing that he has not been starved to death. He still wants to make a fortune by farming, so he dreams!

After these two days of field work, Zhang Ran deeply realized the difficulty of ancient life and knew more about the pastoral life in ancient times. It was far less simple and beautiful than he had imagined, and was full of poetry. Instead, it was filled with sadness and pain everywhere.

"Spring plows, summer weeds, autumn harvests, winter hiding, cutting firewood, managing government offices, and giving corvee labor...

Spring is not allowed to avoid wind and dust, summer is not allowed to avoid heat, autumn is not allowed to avoid rain, winter is not allowed to avoid cold and freezing, and rest during the four seasons. I also sent you privately to welcome you, hang yourself and ask about your illness, and raise your orphans and young people in it. I work hard and I am still suffering from floods and droughts. I am urgently politicians and tyrants from time to time, and I should take care of the orders in the morning and evening..."

When I think that I will be busy all year round in the fields, I will only receive two stones of food. I feel that I can eat less of this little food myself, but I still have to pay the land tax... After two years, after I become an adult, I will have to pay the tax (capital tax) and perform labor service. Zhang Ran felt extremely painful...

No wonder I have ten acres of irrigated fields at home and planted millet, but I can only eat bean soup every day... The yield in the field is only this one year, so it is already very good to be able to eat bean soup.

"There is no harm without comparison! It seems that it is impossible to get rich and improve your life in a short time by farming!"

Originally, Zhang Ran thought that his family had more than 30 acres of land, and he was considered a small landlord in ancient times. However, after truly understanding the current grain output, Zhang Ran was sadly discovering that he was really thinking too much.

With more than 30 acres of land, I can only barely make a living.

"Ran'er, what are you thinking? So fascinated?"

Seeing that Zhang Ran staring at the farmland ahead without saying anything for a long time, Zhang Li couldn't help but stretch out his finger and poke Zhang Ran gently, asking.

"Oh, oh, it's okay, it's okay."

Zhang Ran suddenly came to his senses and quickly said to his mother: "I was just thinking about whether to make more fish cages after finishing the work in the field and see if I could catch more fish..."

"Oh by the way," Zhang Ran suddenly remembered something, turned to his mother Zhang Li and said, "Mother, when I went to Sankui's house yesterday, I told Uncle Zhang Meng and the others that tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, I would teach them how to catch fish in my fish cage so that they could also eat some fish and other things..."

"Well..." Zhang Li was silent for a moment, nodded slightly and said, "It's good, and it can be regarded as repaying the kindness of the Sankui family to us."
Chapter completed!