Farming in space: the struggle of peasant girls

Chapter 64 064 Food that can grow in dry years

With tears in her eyes, Mrs. Chen choked up and said, "Old woman, I didn't expect to be able to eat hot food..."

After Zhu Silang had eaten, the numbness on his face faded away, and he became more energetic, and he was feeding Old Man Zhao.

Hope was rekindled on Li Dayong's face, he finished his own bowl with a raised neck, and was feeding his wife, who shut up after taking a few sips.

"Master, this is enough for me to eat, you can eat the rest, you will have the strength to do your work after eating."

"What are you talking about? I can still grab food from you. Didn't the doctor say that your illness is caused by starvation? Eat these quickly..."

The two were in a stalemate, and finally Mrs. Chen came forward to reconcile the two, and Li Dayong's wife finished the bowl of rice with tears in her eyes.

The servants who came earlier went to work, and they also stood up and thought about what to do. After eating the meal of the master's house, they wanted to do things for the master's house, so as not to dissatisfy the master's house.

Just then Yang Erlang came over, and they asked Yang Erlang what they could do.

Mrs. Chen said, "Even though the old woman is old, she still has some strength. The old woman can also do the work they do to move wood and chop wood! Master, just tell me."

Zhu Silang and Li Dayong also nodded repeatedly.

Yang Erlang waved his hand and said to them,
"Let's do the work first, let me tell you about the rules here."

When they heard this, they all cheered up, and even Li Dayong's wife, who was leaning on her, sat up straight as much as possible, pretending to be serious and obedient.

Seeing that they were all ready, Yang Erlang said what he had just discussed with Mu Yu,

"First, those who can be recognized are all my family members. Even if I can't do anything in the future, I will still give you a bite to eat, but not too much.

Second, here we give food based on what we do. The more you do, the more food you will be given. You can eat this food yourself or give it to others as you like. "

After these two sentences were finished, the eyes of several people lit up.

Where have they heard such words?

Doing things in other people's homes, who can't do it and get kicked out to fend for themselves?It is very rare to be able to keep someone to eat.

What's more, most of them are old, weak, sick and disabled, and the biggest worry is that they will be abandoned halfway. Now that they have a peace of mind, they can work with peace of mind.

The same is true for doing more and giving more. Some owners think that if you sell to them, you should only eat one bite and then work day and night.

Now that they do more and give more, they are more motivated to do things, and it is inevitable that they have a little more hope. They are all hardworking people.

Seeing that the expected effect had been achieved, Yang Erlang was very satisfied and full of hope, so he continued,
"In three days' time, we plan to leave Huangsha City, flee famine and go to a nearby mountain village to escape the world and live in farming."

As soon as these words came out, Mrs. Chen had a worried look on her face.

"My lord, in this drought year, how did you manage to plant land? If you want to plant land, my wife, I can't give up my family's land and escape..."

This is indeed a question. Yang Erlang also asked Mu Yu the same question, and Mu Yu gave him the answer.

"Don't worry too much about this. We have good grain seeds that can grow even in drought years, but the harvest is not as good as in normal years."

"Can it grow? It's good to be able to grow..."

Mrs. Chen murmured for a while and fell silent.

In the eyes of farmers in this era, as long as food can still grow in the ground, then everything is not a big problem.

Yang Erlang then assigned tasks to several people. Zhu Silang and Li Dayong went to help chop wood, Mrs. Chen picked up firewood, and the other two immobile people helped divide the firewood and tie a bundle of firewood.

The few people thanked him with joy and started to do the work. Their hands and feet were quite nimble, compared with the few people who were doing the work. After a while, everyone worked faster.

Yang Erlang breathed a sigh of relief seeing these, and walked away.

Originally, he had no idea about letting him take care of these people, so he could only bite the bullet and do it, but judging from the feedback in the past few days, everything was far easier than he thought.

As long as you don't scare yourself and just do it, the result is generally not too bad.

Yang Erlang deeply understands this.

With this experience, he has a little more hope for the next escape.

If it is really what Mu Yu said, then this flight from famine is really a turning point from despair to hope, and it is the last ordeal before a better life.

……

Mu Yu didn't lie, she did have grains that could grow in drought years, and the weeds in front of her could prove it.

This is not in the Mustard Dimension, but actually outside, not to mention the drought, the weather is still unbearably hot, even under such harsh conditions, these weeds still survived.

The weeds here are those that she transplanted more than a month ago. She didn't tell anyone about this piece. She thought that someone would find it to prove that it was not accidental that she found so many weeds, but no one found it here.

Originally, she had forgotten about this weed. If someone discovered it, it would have been pulled out. If no one had discovered it, there might not be a few plants left alive in such heat and lack of water.

But unexpectedly, when she came here a few days ago, she found that although there were not as many weeds here at the beginning, at least half of them had adapted and lived well.

This made her surprised, but also saw hope. Can the crops grown in the mustard space survive after being transplanted?

If this is the case, then there is no need to rely only on the two subdivisions of the mustard space in the future, and there will be more or less unowned wasteland in the wilderness and mountains.

So that day she transplanted [-] plants of millet, wheat, and rice planted in the mustard space.

It has been five or six days now, and she came to check the results.

She found the place where she transplanted the grain last time, squatted down carefully, and looked hopefully at the seedlings that were a little wilted, but still alive.

"One, two, three... fifteen, sixteen!"

"One, two, three... twelve, twelve."

"One, two, three... seven, seven."

She counted all the seedlings that were still alive. Sixteen, twelve and seven of the twenty millet, wheat and rice plants that had been planted were still alive respectively.

Her face was serious. The result was not good, but it wasn't bad either.

Although I don't know how many of these seedlings will be left in another ten or eight days if this continues, one thing is certain is that even without watering, some of these seedlings can survive, but there are only a few.

If ordinary seedlings were moved from good land to this dry land without watering, many of them must have died.

From this point of view, the mustard space has had an impact on these seedlings, and this influence will not disappear when the seedlings are transplanted.

In other words, with the mustard space, there will be a steady stream of food that can grow in drought years.

This is their hope of surviving in drought years.

(End of this chapter)