Don't panic when fleeing the famine, the peasant girl is busy farming

Chapter 205 There Will Be a Plague of Locusts
Qingjiang County, Xinglin Village.

Li was walking towards the Qingjiang River, frowning.

These two or three months have been too dry!
Although it was not as severe as the drought in the same period last year, there was very little precipitation and the sun was also strong.

When it's too late, the sun above your head can make your scalp burn.

At noon, it can make people sweat profusely and drain the salt!

People can't stand the sun, but they can still hide in the house or under the shade of trees, wherever it is cool.

The crops in the field have no legs, so they can only stand obediently, accepting the "love" of the scorching sun.

In order to save their lives, the crops had to work hard to keep their tops, and let the leaves at the bottom turn yellow and fall off.

Like the big guys, Li Zheng's family also grows soybeans this crop.

It stands to reason that by this time, the pods should be full.

But because of lack of water, only one-third of the pods of their soybeans are still full, and only one or two beans grow in the other third of the pods, and the last third of the pods are directly deflated Standing, nothing happened.

This is the result of their whole family mobilizing out every night to fetch water from the Qingjiang River, watering it over and over again, and maintaining it over and over again.

It is certain that their family's soybean production will decrease, but with hard work, there will be some gains in the future at least, so that they will not fail.

Like the lame man Wang in the village, he is extremely lazy, hiding from the sun during the day and sleeping late at night.As a result, he fooled the land, and the land fooled him. The soybeans in the two acres of land were sun-dried until only a few bundles of dry wood-like stalks remained.

What a pity!

Lizheng came to the Qingjiang River and saw Jiang Erya's field, where all the sweet potatoes that were not afraid of drought were planted.

He sighed, and said to himself: "If I had known this before, I should have followed Erya to try to grow sweet potatoes. Look, this sweet potato vine and these sweet potato leaves are growing so gratifyingly!"

This sweet potato is not afraid of drought and is easy to serve. It is said that the yield per mu can reach several thousand catties.

Compared with the soybeans around, it is simply a good student.

Lizheng decided that when the farming was slack, he would take his family's children and grandchildren to open up wasteland on the hillside.

As Erya said, you don’t need to choose the land for sweet potatoes, and you can also plant them on the wasteland that has just been opened. Just add more grass and ash wood later.

If you start to open up wasteland after the autumn harvest, you can plant spring sweet potatoes on the slopes in April next year!

Thinking of this, Lizheng jumped up and down for a while, but when he turned his head and saw Qing Jianghe, his mood became depressed again.

The water level of the Qingjiang River is getting lower day by day...

I hope God will open his eyes and let more rain come down quickly, but don't let the drought to the point where people cannibalize like last year.

Thinking of this, Lizheng suddenly missed Jiang Erya very much.

If the drought really got to that point, he hoped that everyone could still follow Erya and receive Erya's protection.

But, when will Er Ya come back?
Li was looking forward to it, looking forward to it, and it was September [-]th.

In the evening of this day, more than a dozen carriages came to the entrance of the village.

The last time people in Xinglin Village saw such a lively scene was three months ago.

At that time, Erya was still in the village and did not go to Kyoto.

Those gentry and wealthy households in Qingjiang County called Erya "little aunt" and would gather at Erya's house from time to time to listen to Erya's orders and scramble to work for Erya.

Since Erya went to the capital, those country gentry and wealthy households never came again.

Now that there are so many carriages here, Erya must have returned from Kyoto!

The villagers put down what they were doing and rushed to tell each other.

Lizheng heaved a sigh of relief when he heard the news of Erya's return.Erya, the lucky star, is back, no matter how dry the weather is, he won't be afraid anymore...

Jiang Erya and his party arrived at the door, and as soon as they got off the carriage, the villagers rushed over.

Everyone came to see "Monkey".

"Monkey" is equal to Jiang Guangyi.

After Jiang Guangyi understood this, he was so angry that he blew his beard and stared. I am Lord Hou, not Monkey Lord!You are monkeys, and your whole village is monkeys!

Seeing that Jiang Guangyi was angry, the villagers didn't dare to look any further.

After walking away, it was getting dark and it was getting cold outside, so I went to water the ground first.

Anyway, this "monkey" will live in Erya's parents, they want to see, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future...

Early the next morning, Jiang Erya's family of three went to the field to inspect the growth of sweet potatoes.

Jiang Erniu went straight to the ground.

Jiang Guangyi followed behind Jiang Erniu, looking here, touching there, and asking some questions from time to time.

Jiang Guangyi asked, and Jiang Erniu answered.

Looking at it from a distance, the grandparents and grandchildren are asking and answering each other, and the picture looks very warm and harmonious.

But in fact, the question Jiang Guangyi asked was really silly and naive to Jiang Erniu, a farmer who has been doing farm work for nearly 30 years.

Jiang Erniu tried his best to patiently explain to Jiang Guangyi, but Jiang Guangyi, a rookie, always couldn't understand, Jiang Erniu was very tired and a little annoyed at the same time.

Jiang Guangyi clearly felt that he was rejected by Jiang Erniu, his grandson.

He left Jiang Erniu's side and squatted on the ridge of the field, sulking and reflecting.

I'm not old yet, why am I being criticized everywhere...

Jiang Erya glanced at Jiang Guangyi, dug out two sweet potatoes from the ground, washed them with water from the bag, and threw one at Jiang Guangyi.

"Next, sweet potatoes that can be eaten raw, let's see if your teeth can still bite?"

Jiang Guangyi caught the sweet potato and took a bite as if to vent his anger. The next second, he clutched his teeth and let out a muffled grunt.

Hearing the crunchy sound Jiang Erya made when he bit the sweet potato, and looking at the root of the sweet potato in his hand with only a little bit of skin broken, Jiang Guangyi's eyes turned red.

I am really old...

Jiang Guangyi cast a sad look at Jiang Erya, without conscience, he bullied me as an old man...

Jiang Erya finished eating the sweet potato in her hand, picked up the pickaxe, and started digging.

She wanted to dig out a ridge of sweet potatoes and ask Xiao Xinghe to estimate the yield per mu.

Jiang Erya dug the ground very fast, she dug a ridge of land in a short while, and did not give Xiao Xinghe a chance to help.

Xiao Xinghe didn't rush to do it, he just took the basket and followed Jiang Erya to pick up sweet potatoes.

When Jiang Erya stopped, Xiao Xinghe had already picked up a whole five baskets!

Xiao Xinghe estimated in his heart that based on the yield of this ridge of land, one mu of land can produce at least four thousand catties!
In the past, he was stupid and didn't understand the value of sweet potatoes.Now that he is no longer stupid, he naturally knows what kind of changes the popularization of sweet potatoes will bring to Daqing.

With this sweet potato, there will be no more hungry people in Daqing!
Xiao Xinghe held Jiang Erya's hand tightly, and said quietly: "Thank you for finding such a precious species for Daqing. I'll send someone to send a message to Uncle Huang, and I will ask for credit for you!"

But Jiang Erya waved her hand and said, "This is not urgent, just wait until the plague of locusts is over."

Xiao Xinghe was stunned for a moment: "The plague of locusts?"

Jiang Erya nodded, and said: "Your wife counts, ten days later, there will be a plague of locusts..."

(End of this chapter)