Infrastructure: I survive in troubled times

Chapter 410 Protecting Sorghum

"What do you mean?" Hong Lianshuo frowned slightly and looked at Cao Huaimin, "After the frost, our sorghum will be hit by frost, and the yield will be reduced, frostbite, and even harvested."

"Yes!" Cao Huaimin said, frowning and looking at them.

"What should we do?" Cui Ming looked at him worriedly and said, "This is our ration, so from now until next summer, we will only point at sorghum!"

"It's freezing everywhere this winter, and it's impossible to go fishing." Han Qinhu looked at her deeply and said.

"Hunting isn't that easy this winter, is it?" Lin Nanzheng said while looking at her with stern phoenix eyes.

"Let's take it now! Count as much as you have, it's better than Shuang playing!" Hong Lianshuo said simply and easily.

"No, the sorghum is still a little short of time. Now that we harvest it, we will definitely reduce the production." Cao Huaimin said dejectedly.

"Is there no way to recover the loss?" Hong Lianshuo frowned, "The frost seems to be at night, so it's okay when the sun comes out during the day!"

"But after a night of freezing, our sorghum will freeze to death." Cao Huaimin said angrily with a dark face, "It's still too late to plant."

"Can you blame us?" Han Qinhu said with a livid face, "We have planted the seeds as early as possible. If we planted according to the normal time, this situation would not happen. Sorghum is usually sown after the wheat is harvested. The cultivation is given by Yidi Blended."

"It's useless to talk about it now, think about how to remedy it." Cao Huaimin looked at them worriedly and said.

"This sorghum is too tall, and it can't be covered with straw mats! It can't be covered! Besides, how many straw mats will be needed!" Hong Lianshuo pondered for a while.

"Even if weaving a straw mat, there's too little time, and it won't be able to quench your near thirst." Jiang Shuisheng scratched his head irritably.

"The key point of the problem is to keep the sorghum warm at night." Hong Lianshuo narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the sorghum tunnel.

"Yes!" Cao Huaimin said dejectedly, "We don't have anything to keep warm. We can't do it! Who has such a big man!"

"This burning kang can only lack such a big field." Sixi couldn't help muttering, "It would be great if there was such a big kang in this field."

"Kang?" Cao Huaimin looked at Sixi and his eyes fell on the sorghum field outside the city. Suddenly his eyes lit up and he said, "Yes, yes."

"What's the matter?" Lin Nanzheng looked at the excited Cao Huaimin with his phoenix eyes.

"Let's burn firewood and use smoke to drive away the cold air." Cao Huaimin clapped his hands, looked at them with bright eyes and said.

"How many fires do we have to light? How many days do we have to light?" Hong Lianshuo asked Cao Huaimin, frowning lightly.

"Seven days, as long as it takes seven days, the sorghum will be fully mature." Cao Huaimin said with a smile all over his face.

"That's okay, let's fight together at night to drive out the cold!" Hong Lianshuo made a final decision, "And how big is the fire, it can't cause a big fire, let alone cook our sorghum."

"The fire doesn't need to be too big if it is far away from the trees on the ridge, the most important thing is to have smoke." Cao Huaimin said without thinking.

"It has to be upwind! The wind blows smoke just to cover our sorghum fields." Hong Lianshuo looked at them with deep and bright black eyes and said, "Otherwise it will be in vain."

"This autumn and winter season, the wind usually blows from the northwest, and sometimes it may also blow from the southeast." Cao Huaimin scratched his ears and said, "It's really hard to judge."

When the cold air comes over, it is naturally the northwest wind, and if there is no cold air, it is the southeast wind. However, there is no weather forecast now, so we can only rely on the body feeling.Hong Lianshuo murmured in his heart, it's really troublesome.

"How to solve this?" Lin Nanzheng asked anxiously.

"No one knows how to look at the weather!" Han Qinhu said helplessly after hearing the words.

"Isn't there Qin Tianjian." Hong Lianshuo suddenly remembered, "That Qin Tianjian can observe the sky!"

"At the beginning of the establishment of the previous dynasty, there was this yamen, but there was no one there." Lin Nanzheng rolled his eyes gracefully and said, "Now there are only signs."

"This is really something that ordinary people don't understand." Ye Yunyu pursed her lips and said anxiously, followed by a cold snort, "The Qin Tianjian watches the sky at night, and it is also for the emperor to divination and fortune-telling. Let them watch the sky. Times change, it's hard!"

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, I really don't understand this!
"This has to be prepared in advance. The sorghum will freeze to death later." Hong Lianshuo looked at Cao Huaimin anxiously and said.

"Grandma's!" Cao Huaimin snarled violently, "We can't even light it. The wind blows it in that direction. The smoke can't get out of our sorghum field."

Hong Lianshuo looked at him in astonishment when he heard the words, "It's really simple and rude!"

"Isn't there no way? I was forced." Cao Huaimin said with a wry smile.

"Then let's work harder and light more bonfires." Hong Lianshuo looked at them gently and said when he heard the words.

"What's the hard work, it's nothing to keep our rations!" Lin Nanzheng smiled and said, "Anyway, there is a lot of hay on both sides of the Wuding River, and it hasn't been finished till now! Sweep more Something silly."

"In the next few days, let's do our best to keep the sorghum, our ration." Hong Lianshuo looked at them with clear and bright black eyes.

"Are you still going fishing tomorrow?" Han Qinhu looked at her with concern and asked.

"I won't go, anyone of you can lead the team, anyway, we are familiar with Patriarch Yang and the others." Hong Lianshuo looked at them with crooked eyebrows and said.

"I will lead the team tomorrow, and we will return safely." Lin Nanzheng assured, patting his chest.

"It's getting cold, go put on your winter clothes before you leave." Hong Lianshuo looked at them who were wearing thin clothes and said.

"Winter clothes?" Lin Nanzheng looked at her with phoenix eyes and said, "It's ready."

"It's done." Hua Sijin said with a smile when she heard the words, "It's all leather jackets, the length covers the buttocks, but the sleeves are a little short." He gestured and said, "Just past the elbow."

"No way, for everyone to have one piece, even the small piece of broken leather material was sewn up." Hua Sijin gestured with her fingers, "I didn't spare the fabric the size of a copper coin."

"Winter is hard!" Hong Lianshuo said to the autumn leaves that were gradually turning yellow and red.

The red maple leaves and golden ginkgo are very good, but they don’t have time to appreciate them with thin clothes. Keeping warm is the most important thing.

"Historical records "Bamboo Book Chronicles" recorded the earliest frost in the spring and Autumn period. In the seventh year of King Xiao of the Western Zhou Dynasty, in winter: heavy rain and hail, cattle and horses died, and both rivers and Han were frozen." Lin Nanzheng looked at them with deep phoenix eyes and said, "Great cold Among them, there was heavy rain and snow, and many people froze to death. When it snowed heavily, the pits and valleys were full, and many people froze to death. The fish in the rivers and streams froze to death.”

Hong Lianshuo lowered his eyes to cover his eyes full of thoughts: In the era when the production level was very backward, extreme climates even seemed to be ominous, such as "June Snow" and "Red Snow", they really existed.

Hong Lianshuo suddenly remembered and turned to look at Hua Sijin and said, "Do we still have the skins we have been hunting these days?"

(End of this chapter)