Chapter 15 Teaching Children to Wasteland (Fifth update, votes, hehehe)

Author: Farmers' pot

Chapter 15 Teaching Children to Wasteland (Fifth update, votes, hehehe)

On the second day of the first lunar month, the village chief greeted people and stopped resting. In previous winter, there was nothing to do, women could weave and men clean up the yard.

Not possible this year. Eating so well, how can you be idle?

Everyone brought fried rice, water bags, shovels, sacks, and sacks, and drove the animals and chariots to dig the soil in the north.

They had dug a lot of peat back a few years ago and piled them on the wasteland north of the village.

The number of carriages is insufficient, continue to be built.

Zhu Wentian did not do physical work, so he took his friends to feed bamboo rats, sheep, five pigs, ducks and chickens that were not killed.

"One plus one gets two, one plus two gets three, one plus three gets four..."

Zhu Wentian began to teach the children the formula for addition, memorizing it first, then teaching subtraction, then multiplication, and division without using it.

Friends learn as a game.

When the children were feeding things and reciting, Zhu Wentian found dried bamboo and made plans when watching the children.

Beginners cannot consider the thinking of those who have studied for many years, and they have to do it a little bit.

Unless you meet a genius, such as yourself.

***

So, a month passed, until February.

The villages are busy on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, and you can be lively every day when you have money.

The friends compared and memorized each other, and finally memorized the formulas of addition, subtraction and multiplication.

The people in the village already knew that the child came back to recite and asked, and when he asked, he said that Brother Han taught him.

Everyone didn't ask the villagers, as if they didn't know.

"Brother Hanhan, the bamboo shoots are coming out. Let's dig bamboo shoots?"

After feeding the bamboo rat, the little girl came to Zhu Wentian.

"Okay! Hehe!" Zhu Wentian nodded.

A group of people ran to the bamboo forest to find bamboo shoots. When the bamboo shoots just emerged and were tender.

"Brother Hanhan, when the weather gets hotter, there are mushrooms in the bamboo forest, and a peddler comes to collect them. The money is not low!"

The little girl dug out a bamboo shoot and put it into the basket, talking about making money.

"Mushroom?" Zhu Wentian forgot to pretend to be stupid for a moment.

"Like an umbrella, with a hole, the top of his head is black." The little girl gestured and introduced.

"Okay! Hehehe! The mushrooms are good!" Zhu Wentian was happy, as long as someone could take it.

He thought that bamboo fungus was only valuable in the Qing Dynasty, but he didn't expect that in the early Ming Dynasty, someone bought it and sold it.

There are few wild bamboo fungus, but it doesn’t matter, we can plant them.

A large piece of paper, where can I go to make sense?

***

The weather is getting warmer, and the vegetables that should be grown in the village are growing.

In the past, when we used to pick up fertilizer, we now raise more animals, and the number of fertilizers in the farmhouse increased.

This year, everyone is planning to plant all the ramie-growing ground into cotton, and collect cotton and weave cloth to make clothes.

Next month, we will first plant cotton, use the good land left to cultivate rice seedlings, then harvest rapeseed and ramie, and quickly plant rice.

As time goes by, more and more bamboo shoots appear. Zhu Wentian did not intend to store bamboo shoots for a long time, so he did not have a refrigerator.

He began to teach children to write numerical symbols, one, two, three, four, five, six…

At this time, the Ming Dynasty was just using accounting. It is said that after a few years, the accounts were in trouble and changed to one, two, three, and four...

You need to teach both, first teach simple ones and few strokes.

"The village chief, Hanhan has taught the children to read again."

The little girl's father came to the inner chief while plowing the wasteland and whispered.

"It's good to read, but the villagers in our village saved us money to go to school.

A few years ago, I planned to send my children to school outside if I had too much money in the village, but now I don’t need it anymore.

That day, Hanhan bought pens and inks and papers, and I thought about the strange thing. The kid who has been raised in twelve years will be enlightened!"

With a smile on his face, he didn't care why Hanhan suddenly knew how to read!

The little girl's father nodded vigorously: "Can you open 400 acres of land this year and plant all purple flowers grass?"

He felt sorry for the good fields and transported soil, so tired that his back was sore.

If there weren’t many large animals in the village, when would the 400 acres of wasteland be turned over?

The big beasts all went into battle, plowing 100 acres of land a day, but they haven't used it hard yet! Oh my God! I always laugh in my dreams.

"If you want to plant Hanhan, please plant it for him. Don't doubt Hanhan's words in the future. Will the villagers harm you? Do you have meat to eat?"

The village chief emphasized discipline and was not allowed to question the villagers. Questioning means distrust, distrust means opposition, and opposition means disobeying, and opposition means disobeying the oath, breaking the oath... It's over.

"Source, it's good to feed the animals." The little girl's father shrank his neck.

When men work, women cook by the field, and they cook for wasteland opened in the village, using ministerial money to make big pot rice.

People from other villages came to see from time to time to see the rapeseed and hemp in the fields. They were about to bloom. Can they bloom normally?

Feng Gui from Xihe Village naturally came to him. He found the village chief and handed over two fish, fished them out of the river. He used to take a pound of mutton back and now gave it to the fish.

"It's better to give your child a meal." The deer took the fish and threw it to the cooker, and it happened to be done.

"Yes, that's endless."

Feng Gui laughed and said that for him, economic strength determines social status.

Xihe Village is much larger than Xiaqiu Village, with a larger population, but no one has any money.

Look at the things you are preparing to cook, tofu, bacon, and bundles of rice noodles are soaked in a basin.

"Where is the fish that you can't finish? Bring a bag of candy to your child when you go back." The village chief shook his head.

"Children have tooth pain when eating sugar, and the newly opened wasteland? Plant cotton?"

Feng Gui changed the topic and read it enviously.

A large group of livestock were lined up to plow the land. Look, it was not rushing hard, so keep your energy!

The village chief didn't say anything directly, just said: Look.

After a few more talks, Feng Gui was going back after observing the rapeseed. The village chief gave him a bag of glutinous rice candy and a few pieces of rock candy, which was much more expensive than two fish.

He didn't bring the fish, and the village chief promised that he wouldn't give him candy.

It was noon, and the village was looking around: "Call Hanhan to have a meal."

"Here, come, a group of people over there."

Someone saw a group of children running here from a distance.

There was a smile on his face inside. When Zhu Wentian approached, he greeted him: "Eat, go wash your hands."

"Yeah! Hahaha!" Zhu Wentian took his friends to wash their hands, wash their hands before and after meals, and drink boiling water, but he made the request.

For lunch, stewed with bacon and tofu, the staple rice noodles.

The village chief ate two bites, and when Zhu Wentian finished a bowl of rice noodles, he asked, "Do you have enough seeds to plant this land? Four hundred acres."

Zhu Wentian looked up and was stunned, and then he thought about it and shook his head: "Half, yes, half."

"What are the rest planting?" the village chief continued to ask.

"Uh... beans, eat tofu, hehe!" Zhu Wentian chose to grow soybeans, soybean farmland, and 200 acres of beans can produce a lot of beans.

The eldest son nodded and planted beans. He put a piece of bacon over and said, "There are not enough beans in the village, so go to Dangtu to buy them. Do you want to sell sugar again?"

Zhu Wentian stopped the chopsticks and silently thought in his mind that it would be fine to sell them again, what should I buy for money?

After a few dozen breaths, he looked at the inner leader: "Sell, buy beans, wheat, and cows."

"It's spring, the cows are expensive!" The village chief reminded that everyone is waiting to farm!

"Buy, yes, yes!" Zhu Wentian gritted his teeth and bought it more expensively, and he would be useful.

"Let's have a meal! It'll get cold in a while." The village chief agreed.

This chapter is yesterday. Everyone found a typo and helped point it out. Thank you! The farmer bowed!
Chapter completed!