At the beginning of the mass grave, I took the villain to open up wasteland and farm

Chapter 14

She made a rough plan. Based on the physical fitness of her body, she could probably take care of six or seven plots of land at the same time. Taking her [-] square meters as a plot, it was almost exactly one mu.

It took Chang Ning a morning to select the six most suitable vegetables for planting from many vegetable varieties, and made the following plan according to the growth cycle of each vegetable.

When the cabbage germinates, start to plant spinach on the second piece of land, which also takes only ten days to mature.

When the first wave of cabbage is on the market, the spinach can basically mature, and the money earned is enough to cover Chang Ning's daily expenses for a long time.

So Chang Ning planned to grow tomatoes on the third piece of land.

Cucumbers are planted on the fourth plot.

Plant eggplant on the fifth plot.

They are all vegetables that are in season in March and April, and the planting area of ​​each is not large, and there is no situation of unsalable and rotten fields.

Standing on the edge of the field, Chang Ning looked at the few pieces of land that had been opened up, imagining the green and fresh vegetable seedlings in a few days, and was happier than seeing silver.

There was a "moo" sound from behind, and Chang Ning turned his head, and sure enough, he saw the shadow of the little boy under the tree again.

In the past few days, whenever Chang Ning opened up a piece of land, the kid would come to pick up grass on time, never tired of it.

Chang Ning felt that this child looked silly but was actually very clever, and knew how to use her, which saved her time and energy.

Seeing him limping and lifting grass with his hips pouted, Chang Ning stepped forward and grabbed his neck by the back of his shirt.

"Little brother, you show up in time every day!"

The child suddenly panicked, struggled twice but did not break free, and immediately looked at Chang Ning in horror.

Chang Ning felt that once he let go, this kid would be like a rabbit fleeing for his life, jumping up and down in an instant.

"You pick my grass every day, don't you show me that?"

The child immediately clutched his chest tightly, for fear that Chang Ning would snatch the baby in his arms.

Chang Ning raised his eyebrows, teasingly said: "What are you hiding, take it out and see my sister!"

The child shook his head vigorously, and tears welled up in his eyes.

"If you don't watch it, don't watch it, why are you crying!"

Chang Ning immediately let go of him, for fear that someone would force something bad in the next moment.

As expected, the child ran away, and did not forget to pick up two handfuls of grass before leaving.

Chang Ning had almost finished his work today, and originally planned to call it a day and go home, but when he saw the child running away like this, he was a little curious, so he secretly followed.

After turning over a small hillside, I found the figure of the child under a crooked neck tree.

He leaned against the tree trunk and sat down, flipping a tattered book in his arms, holding a branch in his hand and gesturing on the ground.

The two cows in front of them were tied not far away, and they were burying their heads in grazing.

It turns out that the reason for moving her grass is to save time for herding cattle to read and practice calligraphy?

This was a bit of a surprise to Chang Ning.

Reading and practicing calligraphy in ancient times was a huge expense, and few ordinary peasants could afford private schools, so it's no wonder that he regarded a book that was so bad that no one wanted it as a treasure.

Looking at the clothes on his body, he probably knows that he will hardly have the chance to enter the school in his life!

Chang Ning approached quietly, and the sound of stepping on a dead branch startled him. The child turned around in horror, and when he saw Chang Ning standing not far away, he immediately got up and wanted to run again.

Seeing this, Chang Ning immediately shouted: "Do you know all the words in the book?"

The child paused and turned around leisurely.

He heard people in the village discuss that Chang Ning used to be Miss Qianjin, so he must know a lot of words, right?

"I know them all, do you want me to teach you?"

Chang Ning shrugged his eyebrows, his tone full of temptation.

The child stood there and struggled for a while, then slowly walked up to Chang Ning, spread out the book in his hand, and pointed to a word for her to read.

Ye Qingli used to be a famous talented woman in the capital. Chang Ning has Ye Qingli's memory, not to mention profound knowledge, but also a lot of poetry and books.

She glanced down, smiled at him and said, "This word reads 'Xuan', 'Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang'."

Chang Ning will read the first four characters once, and the child's eyes widened suddenly, with a sparkle in his clear eyes, and he was full of admiration when he looked at Chang Ning.

"You are reading a thousand-character text. There are a thousand characters in the full text, and you only learned the third one?"

The child nodded solemnly, and excitedly pointed to the fourth word and asked: "Huang?".

Chang Ning answered patiently: "Yes, yellow yellow."

Holding the book in his hand, the child repeated in a low voice, as if he wanted to immediately remember the word "Xuanhuang" in his mind.

Chang Ning saw that the word "Heaven and Earth" he had written on the ground before was crooked and obviously even the strokes were wrong, so he picked up a branch and wrote it stroke by stroke for him to read.

Seeing that Chang Ning finished writing, the child copied it again under Chang Ning's characters, and only read it once, and the order of the strokes was actually correct.

Chang Ning was surprised: "You can write after reading it once?"

"Yeah." The child smiled confidently and nodded.

Chang Ning didn't believe in evil, and wrote the words "universe prehistoric", "Try again."

The child was still determined to write, and the strokes were exactly the same as Chang Ning. After finishing writing, he raised his head and asked Chang Ning: "Sister, how do you pronounce these four words?"

Chang Ning read it again, and he was even more sure that the lame child in front of him was very talented in literacy, but he just lacked a chance to learn.

"If you want to read, I can teach you in the future."

Even if you can't go to school, it is always right to learn more knowledge.

When the child heard this, his eyes widened in disbelief, and the smile on his face was as bright as a sunflower in bloom.

"Sister is really willing to teach me?" Thinking of his family situation, the child suddenly panicked, "But I can't afford the money."

Chang Ning rubbed his head, "It's just a few words to teach, I don't have the nerve to charge you."

Chang Ning only had a few words to coax the child to let go of his guard, looking at Chang Ning as if he was looking at the living Guanyin who saved all living beings.

"What's your name?" Chang Ning asked.

"I don't have a name, everyone calls me Yang Goudan."

The child was blushing, and seemed a little embarrassed to speak.

The village believes that "the lower the name, the easier it is to feed", so there are quite a few people with names such as Erwazi, Gouwa, and Iron Donkey.

Although it was a bit embarrassing to be yelled like that at first, I got used to it after a lot of yelling.

Looking at Yang Gouwa's appearance, it is obvious that he is just in an adaptation period.

"Yang... dog egg..."

Well, the child is not the only one who feels ashamed, Chang Ning is also a little bit speechless, and always feels a little bit cursing.

How could Xindao have such an inexplicable custom!Obviously, the dogs raised by Wang Lihua all have names and surnames, but the real person chooses such an unspeakable name.

"How about I give you a name, can I call you privately?"

She really can't yell like a dog egg!
Yang Goudan heard that his eyes were shining, as if they were filled with stars, when he looked at Chang Ning, he really had the charm of a dog seeing bones.

Seeing that he was looking forward to it so much, Chang Ning also paid more attention to it. He rested his chin in thought for a while, thought of seven or eight names in succession, and shook his head to deny them one by one.

(End of this chapter)