Villager of Daming

Chapter 100 Sending a Letter of Topdressing and Replanting ([-]rd update)
At dawn the next day, the villagers changed into working clothes and prepared to water and fertilize the rapeseed field after breakfast.

Ferment with bean cakes that have been squeezed out of soybean oil and rapeseed oil residues that have been squeezed out, and then soaked in water.

After the ground is dry, it is more labor-intensive to drench the leaves with magnesium sulfate solution.

Now that the village is not busy, labor is the least valuable thing. As long as the production can be increased, everyone is willing to work.

The officials slept soundly last night with underfloor heating, and the local conditions were not suitable for repairing the kang, so Zhu Wentian did not repair it.

Repairing the fireplace is too dirty, and the ashes have to be taken out, and the firewood is brought into the house.

There is a tunnel for floor heating, and the chimney is connected there, and it will be burned when it is cold, and there will be no smoke leakage.

Zhu Wentian doesn't need it, he has a special physique, and it's no problem to take a bath with cold water at a few degrees below zero in winter.

"There is nothing to worry about, I can sleep soundly, and I have no dreams all night." Zhixian was full of energy and had enough sleep.

"I have to go back after dinner, there are many things to do in each village, alas!" Guan Xiancheng sighed.

"There are more things in the mansion." Song Zhifu finished washing, and when he heard the words of the county magistrate, he felt more uncomfortable than the other party.

The other party manages a county, at least there is a Xiaqiu village, and he manages a mansion, or a Xiaqiu village, the proportions are different.

Wouldn't it be great if each of the counties below the mansion had a Xiaqiu village?

Breakfast buns, tofu nao, today's buns are stuffed with shrimp skin, garlic sprouts, and eggs.

"Yichang, doesn't your village eat rice?" Li Zhixian recalled during the meal that Xiaqiu Village seemed to eat pasta every day.

"When it's hot, I eat rice and make it into rice noodles, rice noodles, rice dumplings, and rice soaked in well water. This year, the village plans to grow japonica rice."

The head of the village naturally knew why, the locals didn't have to eat rice, the noodles were delicious, and they had money to buy wheat mills.

The rice planted in previous years was indica rice, steamed rice is not as delicious as japonica rice, and the village also bought japonica rice for planting, and after a few meals, I fell in love with it.

I didn't know how to plant other things before, and I was afraid that if I planted the wrong plant, I would never reap it. No one is willing to take such risks.

Now there is Hanhan, Hanhan said that Japonica rice can be grown here, so he can simply grow Japonica rice, and when Indica rice wants to eat rice noodles, he can buy it or trade it in the neighboring village.

"Aren't you afraid of poor harvest? Oh! Not afraid." Tong Zhi asked, and then gave the answer himself.

He remembered the real situation of the village's high-ranking people, and if they dared to plant, they must have confidence.

Plant it!If it succeeds, next year, see if others can follow suit?

I heard that japonica rice is better than indica rice, but I don’t know if it’s true or not. I’ll try it when it’s grown in Xiaqiu Village.

After the meal, the officials and the horse left reluctantly.

The village prepared things for the officials, and Ma didn't forget either, and gave bean cakes, bone meal, and bitter salt.

The villagers went to work, and Zhu Wentian took out the written paper and handed it to the head of the village.

The head of the village hurriedly asked people to prepare the food that was to be brought to Nanjing at noon, and went back to his room to copy.

When he was writing, he saw sweat on his forehead and was frightened.

On the paper given by Hanhan, it was written, "People from barbarians are aggressive by nature."The sect kills, the slaughter is pure.Firearms research and development, scrambling to kill.Anyone who sees prosperity is like locusts crossing the border.Overseas in Ming Dynasty, the property is fixed.The army has nothing to do, so why does He Jing fight?The navy was out, and the sky was ordered by chaos.The ban should be preserved, and the official dynasty should celebrate alone. '

With just a few dozen characters, the head of the village began to worry about Daming. Recently, he has been translating the silly characters, and his literary level has gradually improved, so he can understand them.

After copying, he put seal wax in the envelope and asked, "Hanhan, are the barbarians really going to beat us?"

"When did the war stop? The history of our people is the history of war. All wars are for resources. More money, more food, more women, more eyes."

After Zhu Wentian finished speaking, he went out to help with work, and he didn't even bother to keep his personality, what if it didn't work!We have to think of other ways.

The head of the village carefully put away what Hanhan wrote and put them together with the previous ones, they are the treasures of the village.

Turning around, he also went out, looking for Zhu Taiyi and others to watch the cooking, and today he was going to cook a large piece of pork.

It’s like Dongpo pork, but it needs to be fermented with red yeast rice and cooked slowly to make the meat into a honeycomb shape.

The color is reddish, not to mention eating, you can't feel greasy even by looking at it. People who don't eat fat meat will still stretch their chopsticks.

"Li Chang, the dishes I brought back to my family last time were all said to be delicious."

Mrs. Zhu saw the production process, and it was time for him and Mrs. Zhu to go back this time.

"This time I will take it back and try it to see where it can be improved."

The chief understood that he had learned more about the world from Hanhan.

Hanhan is helping to unload the manure and water. He is carried by a big animal on a rack and sent to the place to carry it down and slowly pour it into the ditch.

The ditches are being irrigated with water, so there is no problem in the local area, but in the north, all the rapeseeds that have survived the winter will be frozen to death.

There is ice floating on the river in the north at this time, and it is said that there will be a spring snow after the next spring snow.

The villagers looked at the rapeseed and ramie in the field with smiles on their faces. They were growing well and had another bumper harvest.

They enjoy the benefits of having an expert sit in and serve alone, yes, a real expert.

"Hanhan, take a break, Shen, you see that you are so tired that...there is no sweat on your forehead?"

Some villagers wiped their sweat with their sleeves, wanting to care for Hanhan, but in the end...

"No, no! Hey, hey, hey!" Zhu Wentian continued to pick a wooden bucket weighing fifty to sixty catties in one hand.

With such a weight, he still wouldn't sweat. If he wanted, he could carry this donkey weighing six to seven hundred catties.

He was the strongest in the village, and the two cooperated tacitly to carry the donkey away by gritting their teeth and staring.

Human strength is sometimes a mystery, and it is said that human endurance is the most powerful.

When Zhu Wentian was working hard, he became the foolish person he used to be, one person was worth several people.

Seeing Hanhan running around, everyone is full of energy, this scene seems like yesterday, when Hanhan plowed an acre of land a day.

"Hanhan, watch you work and remind me of the past." A villager learned some knowledge and used it impromptu.

Zhu Wentian turned his head and smiled, humming a song and working harder: "On the golden beach, sprinkled with silver moonlight, looking for traces of the past, the traces of the past are lost...the traces of the past are lost, like a dream, where are you..."

At lunch time, everyone stops and quits. Let’s talk after eating. Why do we have two meals a day when there is less work?Isn't that hungry?
Zhu Taiyi and Zhu Taier left early, bringing things for the palace and their families, while they and the boatman ate the leftover buns from the morning.

The hot and spicy soup was filled in the water bag, and the steamed stuffed bun was covered with a quilt, and they took a break to eat one and drink the soup.

Zhu Wentian gorged on meat, and didn't give Zhu Taisan and Zhu Taisi any more pretense. Continuous work is too tiring, the engine is powerful, and it consumes a lot of fuel!

There is rice at noon today. In order to match the steamed buns, it is not enough to eat only one. The two kinds of hard work are the best combination at the same time.

The only disadvantage is that the taste of indica rice is not very good. At that time, restaurants all over the country said northeast rice.

The train from Guangzhou to Heilongjiang dared to say Northeast rice. There were many people from the Northeast who took a bite and were surprised. Where in the Northeast does the rice look like this?You liars.

　It's gone today, starting tomorrow, five changes every day, everyone, please follow up, don't keep it, there are still votes, thank you!The farmer bowed.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)