Chapter 14 Asking for the Harvester

 "Dad, Mom! Come and see how the rice is!"

Jiang Xiubai jumped down from the harvester nimbly, reached into the sack, grabbed a handful of golden rice, and showed it to Jiang Yida and Liu.

His eyes were sparkling, as if he was waiting for praise.

It's like I've done something really big.

Jiang Yida leaned over with a half-believing and half-doubting look, then reached into the sack, grabbed out a small handful, and crushed it. Seeing that it was real rice, he felt relieved.

As long as the rice is not lost, it's fine.

He used a sickle to cut the seams on the mouth of the sack a little wider and found that the rice inside was clean and without any rice stalks. He could not help but look at the strange iron box carefully.

Never seen it.

Not small, but not too big either.

The whole thing is made of iron.

So much iron! !

Jiang Yida couldn't help looking at Jiang Yipei, pretending to be calm: "Brother, what did you just say this is, what machine?"

Jiang Yipei said: "Harvester."

Jiang Yida sighed: "This harvester harvests rice so cleanly. No, that's not important! The important thing is that it harvests rice so quickly! My field is a full acre. It takes Xiaobai's mother and I at least two hours to harvest the rice, thresh it, and load it!"

"This harvester just went through the field once, in less than a cup of tea, and the rice was harvested! And it's so clean! I weighed it, this bag of rice must be one stone!"

"Hey! There's still rice! There should be some rice, right? I have one acre of good land, I can harvest three and a half dan of wet rice! This is only one dan!"

Jiang Yida looked at Jiang Xiubai and patted the harvester: "Where is the rest of the rice?"

"It's right in there!" Jiang Xiubai said, pointing at the harvester's grain box.

High technology is good. Although the surface volume is much smaller, the internal capacity of 50,000 liters has not changed at all.

"Dad! This is not wet rice, it's dry rice!" Liu pinched a grain of rice, put it in her mouth and bit it. A subtle and crisp sound declared that this grain of rice was not wet rice.

Jiang Yida also knocked one off quickly: "Hmm? It's true! This harvester harvests dry rice? No need to dry it in the sun?! This, this, this..."

He didn't know how to describe it.

"Yes! There's no need to dry it in the sun, isn't that amazing? Dad, wait a minute, I'll pack up the remaining rice."

Jiang Xiubai hung the sack at the grain outlet and finally filled it with two and a half bags of dry rice.

"Is there more rice?" Jiang Yida was surprised.

When wet rice is dried into dry rice, only 90% of the yield can be obtained at most.

According to his many years of farming experience, his field can produce at most three and a half stones of wet rice this year.

Three and a half shi of wet rice can only yield three shi plus two or three dou of dry rice.

Now it's three and a half stones!

Jiang Xiumian said to Jiang Xiaomi: "Generally speaking, the loss rate of machine harvesting is higher than that of manual harvesting, but the loss rate of this harvester is almost zero. High technology is different."

"Thanks Jiang Xiubai!" Jiang Xiaomi said sincerely, "Without changing the quality, the efficiency has increased a thousand times! He thinks he is the pride of Jiangjia Village. I think this honor should be given to him!"

"Yeah!" Jiang Xiumian nodded: "Give it to him, give it to him, give it all to him!"

The little pride of Jiangjia Village is now continuing to play a role. He said to his parents: "Dad, Mom, let's ask Uncle Pei's harvester to help us harvest the remaining rice fields!"

"Ah?" Jiang Yida didn't react for a moment: "Please?"