Chapter Thirty-Eight Untitled

  As the old mother and aunt became pregnant, not only was Yang's uncle grateful for Yang Heng's arrangement, but other uncles also felt the same way about Yang Heng. They knew that once their wives were pregnant, Yang Heng would make such arrangements too. The other aunts had long been used to it, thinking that if they were pregnant, Yang Heng's arrangement was normal, and not making such an arrangement would be abnormal instead.

  As the excitement of Xiao Shu's departure faded, the large-scale autumn harvest had already begun. The uncles took Feng Bo and Da Ge together to harvest the grain from their few acres of land. After this harvest, it would be handed over to other family members for planting. From then on, their fields would be adjacent to the barren land next to Yang Heng's house.

  With the help of several servants, Yang Heng finally got out of the heavy labor, but at this time he still couldn't leave the fields because there were still a group of younger brothers and sisters to take care of. During this busy season, he wouldn't be taking his younger siblings on outings. Judging from the current situation, whether it was the Yang family or several uncles' families, they might soon be leaving the farmland as well. Each household could possibly have several servants, so Yang Heng still needed to let his younger brothers and sisters remember things about the fields, especially the younger ones. Their aunts and uncles had never been willing to let them go to the fields before.

  "Alright, brothers and sisters, today our task is to pick up the fallen grains, that is, we follow behind the adults and pick up the grains they dropped while harvesting. We will line up in a big and small order and strive to maintain a consistent pace, let's go!"

  "Brother Yang, look what I picked up, a wheat ear. I'll put it in your basket." Little girl, she can't even carry the basket herself, so of course she needs to put the things she picks up into someone else's basket. And at this time, the one cooperating with little girl is Yang Heng, so naturally she would put the wheat ear into Yang Heng's basket.

  "Ah, Xiaoniang is really capable, she picked up an ear of wheat so quickly. Put it inside and work harder." "Ah, I will, Gege." Xiaoniang nodded hard and said, then returned to her section, looking around and continuing to search for the next target. The others were mostly alone, but there was one pair, Niu'er helping Hu'er. In this group of children, except for Xiaoniang being the smallest, only Hu'er was smaller. Although Hu'er could carry a basket, he couldn't bend down with it, so Niu'er had him carry the basket while she picked up the wheat ears. When the basket was full, she would carry it and they would pick together.

  It's clear that the income from these fields in Uncle's house is really poor. When Yang Heng's family harvested earlier, the yield of this paddy field could reach about three stones per mu, but here, even the best one only has a yield of about one stone. The difference is too big. Although the yield is small, it makes Uncle more grateful to Old Dad because they see the growth status of the crops in Yang Heng's fields and believe that their family income will reach the level of Big Brother's house next year. These thin fields are still better off being given to other families, not a bit regrettable.

  At this time, the separation of the uncles' households from their respective families was not very thorough. They had to pay taxes on their own and perform labor services on their own, but they still had to hand over silk or cloth collectively from home because their mulberry fields had not been divided. However, it was agreed that after these lands were returned, they would no longer take any mulberries from home, nor would they ask their families to hand over any silk or cloth. In this way, they became completely self-sufficient. They thought that this would be much better than before. Each household had 50 mu of land, all of which was good land. At the end of the year, Yang Heng would teach them how to raise mulberry seedlings because these were newly allocated lands and no taxes would be levied for three years. This was not a favor to them but a reward for opening up wasteland. After three years, both the yield of mulberries and the land would be fixed, and it would be easy for each household to use a few laborers. They might even help their respective families in return.

  The uncles' morale was high, and the children were also exhausted every day when they returned home. However, the children recovered quickly, and by the next day, they would be lively again. So in these few days, the children didn't fall behind and always followed the adults. Yang Heng decided that he wouldn't let them work in the fields anymore. But the fields wouldn't let them forget either. In the Great Tang Dynasty, even in the following dynasties, until the last dozen years before Yang Heng's previous life, agriculture was not neglected. However, whether this decision was right or wrong, Yang Heng didn't know. Throughout this thousand-year period, the entire Huaxia region was an agricultural era. Even if you weren't working in the fields, your family would still have a lot of land, but at that time, they would give these lands to others to cultivate. Therefore, only by understanding agriculture could life be more beautiful, and one could remain undefeated.

  "What's this thing?" Little Shu's eyes lit up when they brought all the grain to Yang Heng's courtyard, and he saw Yang Heng's threshing machine. For a moment, his curiosity emerged again - how did this big brother's house always come out with new gadgets?

  "Ah, this is a threshing machine, it's for rice and wheat, but it's not very useful for millet. Maybe sorghum can be used, but I haven't tried it before, don't know how it will turn out." Suddenly, Yang Heng thought of it, maybe sorghum can use the threshing machine to thresh, but this needs to let Xiao Shu slowly improve, after all, the threshing of millet and rice is not quite the same.

  "Or, let me take a look?" asked Xiao Shu, seeking Yang Heng's opinion. "Xiao Shu, you see, if possible, you can improve them, and later pass it on, then it will be your research." "How could that be, how could that be." Xiao Shu hastily declined, this was Xiao Shu's true intention, but it was also Yang Heng's true intention. Coming to this era, making money was no longer an important thing, fame would naturally come easily too, but Yang Heng didn't want to stand out too much either. Some fame was better left to others, so he wouldn't become the exposed rafter that would rot first.

  "It's settled then, Young Master. This thing is what you've been studying, and even if you tell others it's not yours, we won't admit that my father and I made it." Yang Heng said to his uncle with certainty.