Hong Lianshuo arrived at Cao Huaimin's house with his son in his arms. He was still drawing pictures in the house.

When he heard the noise outside, Cao Huaimin hurried out, cupped his fists and cupped his hands and said, "Ms. Hong."

"What do you want from me?" Hong Lianshuo looked at him curiously and asked, looking at Xiao Maza in the corridor, "Sit down, let's sit down and talk." He hugged his son and sat down.

"Is it about winter wheat?" Cao Huaimin took Xiao Maza and sat down and asked.

"Ah! What happened to the winter wheat? Haven't they been planted yet?" Chen Zhongyuan said carelessly.

"You must plant now. Wheat seedlings will appear at the autumnal equinox." Cao Huaimin said seriously and seriously.

"Then just plant it! It's still useful!" Lin Nanzheng said immediately after hearing this, "There's no need to discuss this!"

"Is that so? Our farmland is all planted with sorghum!" Cao Huaimin frowned and looked at them and said, "And the sorghum is not ripe yet! It cannot be harvested."

"Ah!" Everyone was completely dumbfounded.

"What a deal! I was still thinking about having white-flour steamed buns next year! Now it's over, gone." Sixi said with a sad face.

"Isn't there some wasteland outside the city? Let's plant wheat in the wasteland!" Han Qinhu said simply and easily. What a big deal for him!

"The leveling of this wasteland is too troublesome, and we don't have enough time." Cao Huaimin said with some annoyance and self-blame. It was a shame that he was still in charge of the Mincao, and he actually made such a big mistake in farming.

"Uh..." Everyone looked at each other with big eyes. At that time, they only focused on planting sorghum and forgot about the winter wheat.

"In the past, we harvested wheat and planted sorghum. There was no conflict! What happened this time?" Jiang Shuisheng looked at them with confusion and asked.

"The barbarians came during the summer harvest, and they surrounded us for a month. In addition, the plague also caused them to go back and forth for nearly two months." Cao Huaimin clapped his hands on the back and said angrily, "The maturity period of sorghum is about 100 years.

From ten to one hundred and twenty days, it has not grown yet and cannot be harvested, thus delaying the sowing of winter wheat."

"Ah, what happened!" Chen Zhongyuan said angrily with a dark face, "It's all the damn Yi Di's fault. I'm so angry."

"Don't be angry, now quickly figure out how to sow this wheat." Lin Nanzheng said anxiously, "I don't want to eat sorghum anymore. I have to eat it until next summer's harvest. Just thinking about it makes my stomach reflux."

"Stop talking." Cao Huaimin had a weak stomach and retched on the spot.

It is true that this sorghum cannot be compared with white flour! The taste is too bad.

"We are opening up wasteland now!" Han Qinhu's eyes flashed and he thought for a moment before saying, "We have many people!"

Cao Huaimin hesitated for a moment, shook his head and said, "I'm afraid this won't work. We don't have enough time."

"What about using war horses to plow the fields?" Fang Dachui said positively.

"War horses?" Lin Nanzheng said reluctantly after hearing this, "The land is not easy to plow! Can our war horses withstand it?"

"General Lin, this man is almost out of food, but you still feel sorry for the horse." Jiang Shuisheng looked at him with dark eyes and said, "If we really run out of food, this war horse will be killed to satisfy its hunger."

"You are not allowed to touch my horse!" Lin Nanzheng suddenly stood up and glared at Jiang Shuisheng and said.

"Don't argue, don't argue, everyone sit down, sit down, let's find a way?" Hong Lianshuo said with his hands down.

"There is nothing we can do about this? Where did so much land come from? I have nothing to do now, unless I transform the land." Han Qinhu looked at them with an ugly face and frowned.

Hong Lianshuo listened to their argument and tapped his lower lid with his index finger. He suddenly stopped and looked at them with bright eyes, "Interplanting, have you ever interplanted?"

"Interplanting? What do you mean?" Lin Nanzheng looked at her in surprise and asked.

Cao Huaimin was thinking about it and suddenly raised his head, looked at her with his bright black eyes and said, "What Mrs. Hong means is that wheat should be planted in the sorghum fields now."

"Yes, yes!" Hong Lianshuo looked at him eagerly and said, "Is that okay?"

"I don't know, it should be okay!" Cao Huaimin looked at her hesitantly and said.

"If the sorghum is too tall, will it block the growth of wheat?" Chen Zhongyuan said with some worry.

"It just needs to sprout, not let it grow taller for the winter." Cao Huaimin looked at them with blazing eyes and said, "The weather is warm this winter, the wheat seedlings are too high, and they have to be rolled with stone rollers to prevent them from growing too fast.

Already."

"Oops! There is no more land, let's start planting wheat right away." Sixi said while dancing happily and looking at them.

"Don't be in a hurry, don't be in a hurry, just wait for a rain." Cao Huaimin said immediately after hearing this, "There is still plenty of time."

"Then we need to be prepared, weeding and plowing." Hong Lianshuo looked at them with his deep and upright black eyes.

"This plowing requires manpower to carry a hoe into the sorghum field! We can't count on horses now." Lin Nanzheng said happily, not hiding his excitement.

"Manpower will be very tiring." Cao Huaimin said innocently with his black and white eyes.

"I know." Lin Nanzheng looked at them with raised eyebrows and said, "We are not afraid if we are tired."

Hong Lianshuo looked at them with his dark eyes and said, "When I was hoeing the ground, I found that the sorghum that was not growing well was uprooted to make way for wheat."

"Of course, if it doesn't look good, it will naturally be removed." Chen Zhongyuan echoed, his face had already turned from gloomy to clear.

"Then it's decided, I will arrange the farming matters." Cao Huaimin said without hesitation.

"You have a heavy burden on you, can you bear it?" Hong Lianshuo looked at him worriedly and said.

"I just talk, but they have to do the actual work." Cao Huaimin smiled and said, "I'm full of energy now."

"Okay then!" Hong Lianshuo nodded and replied, turning around and telling the children to look at Cao Huaimin and not to be too tired.

"Mr. Cao, is there anything else?" Hong Lianshuo looked directly at him and asked.

"No, the matter of sowing winter wheat has been solved now." Cao Huaimin was as happy as a child, and secretly scolded himself for being hopeless!

"Speaking of the fact that it's not raining, should we build a water tanker for irrigation?" Hong Lianshuo suddenly remembered and looked at Cao Huaimin and said.

"Yes, yes." Cao Huaimin nodded upon hearing this, "It's just that if we follow the waterwheel design, we won't be able to achieve the effect we want."

"What's wrong?" Han Qinhu looked at them with some confusion and said.

"The effect of drawing water is not good, and it takes a lot of effort." Cao Huaimin said with a frown.

"I'll look back at this drawing and discuss how to improve it." Hong Lianshuo looked at him with bright eyes and said, tapping his index finger on his knees, "Actually, in the southeast, the terrain is flat and there are lakes, so irrigation canals can be dug.

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