(first update)

Author: One Pot from the Farm

(first update)

Seeing that the sun looked very bright at noon, Zhu Wentian bent over and retreated slowly in the paddy field, planting rice seedlings as he retreated.

"Working makes me happy, working is glorious, and I have the right to work..."

He was mumbling, and beads of sweat kept dripping on the water.

When planting rice seedlings, everyone in the village, except those who are unable to work, joins in.

When we retreated to the other side of the field, an older man handed over a water bowl: "Hanhan, take a sip of herbal tea."

"Hey!" Zhu Wentian took the bowl, drank it down, wiped the sweat with his arm, picked up a handful of rice seedlings, and continued to insert it.

He prepares the herbal tea. He directly picks the ingredients available in the village and surrounding areas. If not, he goes to the pharmacy to buy them.

The villagers praised it one after another and drank cool drinks to relieve the heat.

Then plant it in and then plant it back. Everyone has a meal at noon and waits until the sun sets before planting the rice seedlings to avoid falling down in the field due to heat stroke.

Other nearby villages are doing the same work. This year, Xiaqiu Village rented livestock, which saved a lot of manpower and allowed it to transplant rice faster than in previous years.

It's just that the people are not happy, and the water level in the river has dropped sharply.

It was a muggy day, but not a drop fell. I could see the grass wilting far away from the river.

Zhu Wentian knew that in another month, on the first day of June, Zhu Yuanzhang would go to the countryside to pray for rain.

Historical records say: In the third year of Hongwu, there was a drought in summer. On the first day of the fifth lunar month in the sixth month, people walked and prayed at the suburban altar.

Stepping does not mean walking casually, but stepping on it to create the posture of the Big Dipper turning around. This is called Bu Gang Stepping.

"Brother Hanhan, I'll give you some food." The little girl brought a big bowl to her.

"Hey!" Zhu Wentian took the bowl and put it on the table, stroking the little girl's hair that was wet with sweat.

Everyone has rice noodles and cold rice noodles for lunch.

A lot of ingredients, cucumber shreds, coriander, garlic juice, aged vinegar, black bean sauce, boiled star anise water, pepper noodles, sugar.

Served with braised mutton and haggis and half a salted duck egg, the villagers enjoyed the meal happily.

"I didn't eat such good food last year when I was transplanting rice seedlings. I cooked the rice and ate the pickles."

Some villagers expressed their feelings and said that they think the cold rice noodles are becoming more delicious.

"After plowing the ground, people are so tired that they can't recover for a long time. How can they have the strength to make rice noodles?"

The people next to him then said that there were few animals and people would pull the plow.

"If you eat more meat, you will work faster. You will have to work hard for two days to finish planting."

The person just now said that he was plucking the rice noodles into his mouth, smacking his mouth twice, and his eyes were smiling.

***

In Xuancheng, it was also noon, but a group of officials had no intention of eating.

In Xuancheng, there is the Yamen of Xuancheng County and the Yamen of Ningguo Prefecture.

Xuancheng County is attached to Guo County, and Li Zhixian is accompanied by a group of people with higher official positions than him.

Magistrate, Tongzhi, General Magistrate, Recommendation Officer, the lowest grade is the sixth grade, he will be from the sixth grade.

A group of officials watched in a secret workshop of the special agency, where there were strings of rock candies with cotton ropes.

The rock candy is big and the color is good. Comparing it with the foreign candy I bought nearby, I can judge the difference.

"Foreigners are bad! They are making money from our Ming Dynasty." A general judge gritted his teeth.

"We should prepare brown sugar, white sugar made by us, white sugar from foreigners, our rock sugar, and rock sugar from foreigners, and send a letter to the emperor."

The other general clenched his fists, as it was written on the piece of paper, Ming Dynasty wanted to make money from foreigners in turn.

Perhaps because of the hot weather, Magistrate Song's mouth was a little dry. He licked his lips, found a small piece of rock sugar and put it in his mouth, feeling instantly sweet.

"Try them all, this is Daming's own rock candy." He greeted everyone.

Everyone chooses a small piece and feels the sweetness together.

The governor of Zhengbapin asked in a low voice: "I, can I buy some? For the children at home."

When the others heard this, their eyes lit up.

That's right! Let's buy it at the price of brown sugar after deducting the loss.

"Why don't we sell a batch and see if others are willing to buy the new rock candy when it is put on the market?"

The first person to speak will make a fortune first.

Tongzhi looked at the magistrate: "Before sugar was made, no one could guarantee right or wrong. It was me who raised the money to buy brown sugar and bought four hundred kilograms of brown sugar."

"Are you competing with the people for profit?" Another judge was worried.

"Foreigners are the people? Our rock sugar is good, and we sell it at the same price as foreign sugar. This is a move that benefits the people." The promotion official retorted.

"Uh..." The prefect was excited. From four hundred kilograms of brown sugar, he made three hundred kilograms of rock sugar and a few kilograms of white sugar.

If you give the emperor a hundred catties of rock sugar and all the white sugar, can you sell the remaining two hundred catties of rock sugar for cents?

He hesitated, hesitated, hesitated, and gritted his teeth: "Leave two hundred kilograms of rock sugar, send the rest, and ask the emperor if he will let you sell it. If he doesn't, we will take it home and eat it ourselves."

The officials all nodded together, OK, if you are not allowed to sell it, you will take it home and then secretly ship it out.

Originally, I waited for others to pay for it, but after I succeeded in making something, I sent it to the superiors, received commendation, and then used the money from the yamen to give it to myself.

I don’t want money from the yamen, I want candy.

"Everyone, please remember to keep the secret and don't make your own sugar in private." Magistrate Song warned.

"Of course I don't dare." Everyone responded one after another, as today's emperor kills officials without blinking an eye.

"This summer has been dry, there has been no rain for many days, small rivers have dried up, and large rivers have become shallow.

The emperor is worried! Sending sugar, rapeseed, and ramie matters in Xiaqiu Village together may alleviate some of his worries."

Tongzhi reminds you to hurry up! Send it now, as soon as possible.

Everyone immediately went to prepare the question books. Half an hour later, a group of fast horses set off and headed straight for Yingtian Mansion in Nanjing.

…

Three days passed in the blink of an eye, and all the rice in Xiaqiu Village was planted.

If the jute has not been planted yet, we have to wait until half of the rice has eared before planting. The jute is now growing seedlings.

Topdress the fields about ten days before the rice is harvested, and harvest the rice first.

Two days after harvesting the rice, topdress the confiscated jute, and then harvest the jute.

Right now, we're going to deal with cotton, purple groundweed, and soybeans, watering where they need to be watered, and weeding where they need to be weeded.

We will go back and plow the remaining 1,600 acres of newly opened land again, and wait for winter wheat to be planted in late autumn.

The local area is not suitable for growing spring wheat. In theory, it is feasible to plant wheat after the rice harvest and rice after the wheat harvest.

It’s actually too tiring and consumes a lot of fat.

After the winter wheat is harvested, soybeans should be planted to nourish the land. You can also plant some sorghum for later use.

If there are corn, peanuts, and sweet potatoes, then they should be planted.

Zhu Wentian was driving a donkey cart in a daze, with buckets installed on the cart. The water level in the river had dropped again, making it impossible to divert the canals to water the cotton.

Fortunately, there are many animals, so no one is needed to fetch water.

"Brother Hanhan, what are you thinking about?" The little girl sat on the side of the car and blinked her big eyes.

"When to plant what, which one can be interplanted, what is the approximate yield, how much land is consumed, how to fertilize, hehehehe!"

Zhu Wentian came to his senses and explained to the little girl.

"Hey hey hey!" The little girl smiled with her eyes turning into crescent moons.

When the donkey cart arrived, Zhu Wentian carried the bucket directly to the ditch, letting the water soak up and flow forward along the ditch.

The villagers all do this. They don't have time to carry buckets of water to the fields and water them one by one. It would be exhausting.

If we don't have a donkey cart, that's probably the only way we can do it.

"After planting wheat and harvesting hemp this year, the village will make bamboo tubes, and when planting cotton again, the bamboo tubes will be inserted. I will try to figure out what else to do."

Zhu Wentian poured out all the water in the car and frowned as he walked back.

"Brother Hanhan, the village is in good condition now." The little girl comforted him.

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