Chapter 8 Eighth update How much look forward to the coming year (continue to vote! Thank you!)

Author: One Pot from the Farm

Chapter 8 Eighth update How much look forward to the coming year (continue to vote! Thank you!)

"Hey!" Zhu Wentian stood up and responded when he heard the voice.

He came over to see the seedlings, not just to plant them.

You have to observe the growth situation to see if there is a lack of fertilizer. Continuous tillage and planting of fertilizer are the most important, as it consumes soil fertility.

Top-dress fertilizer when needed. The soil here in the village is slightly acidic.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to grow rice, rapeseed, and ramie in the local area. The people do not know acid and alkali, but they know which crops will reduce production.

Then he will check to see if there are any pests and diseases, and find ways to deal with them to ensure an increase in rapeseed and ramie production next spring.

The director quickened his pace, avoiding Miao and coming to Zhu Wentian's side: "Hanhan, what are you doing?"

"Look! It's green, hey hey hey!" Zhu Wentian looked at Feng Gui from outside when he answered.

Feng Gui was a fool just now, but now he would never dare to say bad words to the village guards of Xiaqiu Village, otherwise his life would be left in Xiaqiu Village.

Can you humiliate someone else's village guard in front of his face? I'll give you a fight.

"Hanhan!" Feng Gui knew the current affairs and greeted Zhu Wentian with a smile.

"Hmm! Okay! Hey hey hey!" Zhu Wentian said hello with the same silly smile. He often stole crabs from Xihe Village. He was a good person.

"This kid is really good!" Feng Gui gave a thumbs up and praised the chief.

The chief ignored him and touched Zhu Wentian's head: "Hanhan, are you hungry?"

Zhu Wentian looked up at the sun and shook his head: "No, no!"

In fact, he had just finished eating before coming here. He looked at the sun to judge whether he should eat now. He and his friends ate two roast rabbits.

He wants to find a way to form his own team, and the children he plays with are the most suitable.

If the children don't know how to do it, he will find opportunities to teach them. On weekdays, he invites his friends to play, mainly so that they can have delicious food.

Villagers would never dare to say to their children: You can't play with fools.

"When spring comes next year, I'll harvest the rapeseed and squeeze out the oil, and I'll fry you something to eat every day." The head of the house helped Zhu Wentian tidy up his clothes.

Zhu Wentian actually refused from the bottom of his heart. He eats fried food every day. Are you sure you don't want to kill me?

His actual reaction was: "Okay! Fragrant, oily, wow~~~ crackling, hey hey hey!"

Feng Gui was feeling sad in his heart. He understood that this Zhu Yi was bad, so he told him.

Such a large piece of land that used to grow rice is now planted with rapeseed and will be harvested next year. Ouch! Ouch! How much rapeseed oil is that!

There is also hemp. Do we need to dedicate another five to ten acres and half an acre to grow hemp alone? Xiaqiu Village is so rich, but we have to do hard work... hard work?

"Yichang, do you still have servants in your village?" Feng Gui noticed a situation.

The leader was smiling, with the corners of his mouth turned up: "That... uh... the mountains are high and the water is..."

"The mountains are high and the roads are long, the journey is difficult and dangerous, the soil and water are not used to it, the wind and rain are unpredictable, it is difficult to know how to eat, and the relatives are looking forward to it, eh? Hehe! Hehehe! Hehehehe!"

Zhu Wentian was sweating. Just now he saw that the director couldn't organize the vocabulary, and he forgot his character in a hurry, so he helped him speak.

"Huh?" Feng Gui's eyes widened.

"Yes, Hanhan actually remembered what I taught you, great!" the headmaster helped.

He thought it was taught by the mountain god in his dream, but he didn't want others to know about it, so he came to the mountain temple in his village to share the benefits.

"Okay, okay! Uh-huh!" Zhu Wentian cooperated.

The head of the village continued to change the subject: "From now on, there will be no more labor in Xiaqiu Village, and we will pay for it with food."

"Alas~~!" Feng Gui sighed, envious and jealous.

As long as there is extra money and food, who is willing to serve? Serving for thirty days does not count the time on the road.

Zhongdu Construction will start looking for people next year. It will take half a month to go, work for 30 days, and half a month to come back.

Is there any danger outside? Will I be bullied? It’s a shame to leave home!

The sad Feng Gui wanted to go back, but Li Changqiang stopped him and asked him to have a meal! Plus two people from Xihe Village who were following him.

The main dish at noon was braised pork, which was taught by the mountain god in a dream. Zhu Wentian had not had time to add soy sauce and stir-fry sugar. It was best to use rock sugar. He had to make rock sugar first.

He bought a lot of brown sugar and planned to decolorize it and then crystallize it into rock sugar. It would not only be used for braised pork, but the storage conditions of rock sugar would be much simpler.

Brown sugar and white sugar are easy to break when exposed to moisture, while the molecular structure of rock sugar is relatively stable.

Rock sugar is currently on sale. I saw it in Xuancheng. It is too expensive. It is more than ten times cheaper than brown sugar. Are you kidding? Are you kidding? Are you kidding?

When Feng Gui and the other two people from Xihe Village saw the braised pork, they couldn't help but ate it. A bowl of rice filled their stomachs with dozens of breaths.

"Uh-huh!" Feng Gui coughed while waiting for someone to refill the meal. The other two people realized that they had eaten too much meat, sorry.

"Yichang! Does your village always eat this kind of meat?" Feng Gui tried to find something to say to ease the embarrassment.

The manager waved his hand: "How can we eat all the time? We only have one meal every three to five days."

When he finished speaking, his expression entered a Buddhist state, so pretentious!

Feng Gui gritted his teeth and changed the subject: "I see there are a lot of cattle in your village. Where did you rent them from?"

"I have no choice. I can't do the work, so I have to buy more cattle. I am forced to do so! Life is not easy!"

The long expression continues the Buddhist style, which is called indifferent!

Feng Gui: "..."

He wanted to ask, can you have everything if you are forced?

"It should be long. If you harvest it next spring and the yield is high, you can teach us in Xihe Village. If you want to use the cattle, just say so."

Feng Gui had no choice but to lower his head. He did not represent one person. There would be competition between villages.

The head of the village smiled: "Easy to say, our village will give it a try first."

Zhu Wentian was also sitting at the main table. He didn't speak and just ate with his head down. The braised pork was simmered for a long time. It was so delicious!

He doesn't resist others' learning, but he won't take the initiative to help. I don't eat from your family, and my butt determines my head.

Feng Gui and the other three left after eating, and the village returned to its normal state.

Zhu Wentian came to the river and stared at the water in a daze.

“Brother Hanhan, it’s getting cold and we can’t catch any fish, so what are we doing?”

The little girl jumped up and down to find her Hanhan brother and inquired on behalf of her friends.

Zhu Wentian looked at her, but he didn't play the fool this time: "Let the villagers rest for two days and clean up the mud. The river must be dug deeper, so there will be loaches to eat."

"The water is cold, it will be cold when you go down." The little girl squatted next to Zhu Wentian.

"Leng also needs to dig, and at least four wells must be drilled, distributed according to the location of the rice fields."

Zhu Wenqiang clenched his fists vigorously, feeling that he was not strong enough!

According to Ming history records, in the third year of Hongwu, there was a drought in summer, just six words.

The fewer words, the bigger the matter. Without specifying a state capital, it is either nationwide or Kyoto.

Obviously, the three-year summer drought in Hongwu refers to Kyoto, and Nanjing is in the Yangtze River Basin!

My village is within this range. What should I do with rice during the summer drought? Can I wait for the harvest of rapeseed and ramie and then temporarily switch to wheat?

We can only store water and dig wells.

The word "summer drought" refers to a few months, then it gets better, and it doesn't seem to be a big problem.

But for those who farm, the harvest is gone in one season.

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