Villager of Daming

Chapter 15 Teaching Children to Open the Wasteland (Fifth Ticket Ticket Hehehe)
On the second day of the first lunar month, the head of the village told the staff not to rest. In previous winters, there was nothing to do. The women would darn and the men would tidy up the yard.

Not this year, the food is so good, how can I be idle?

The people took fried rice, water bags, shovels, and sacks, and drove the animals and carts to dig soil in the north.

They had dug back a lot of peat a few years ago and piled it on the wasteland north of the village.

The number of carriages is insufficient, so continue to build.

Zhu Wentian didn't do physical work, he took his friends to feed the bamboo rats, sheep, five unkilled pigs, ducks and chickens.

"One plus one is two, one plus two is three, one plus three is four..."

Zhu Wentian began to teach the children addition formulas, by memorizing them first, then teaching subtraction, and then multiplication, not division.

The little friends follow suit and treat it as a game.

While the children were feeding and reciting, Zhu Wentian found dried bamboo and made counting chips while watching the children.

Beginners in arithmetic cannot think according to the thinking of people who have learned for many years, they have to do it a little bit.

Unless you meet a genius, such as yourself.

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If so, one month will pass, until February.

The village is busy on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month. If you have money, you can be lively every day.

The little friends compared each other's memorization, and finally memorized the formulas of addition, subtraction and multiplication.

People in the village already knew about it, and the child recited it when he came back, and when he asked about it, he said it was taught by Brother Hanhan.

If you don't ask the village guards, you don't know.

"Brother Hanhan, the bamboo shoots have come out, shall we go dig them?"

The little girl came to Zhu Wentian after feeding the bamboo rat.

"Okay! Hehe!" Zhu Wentian nodded.

A group of people ran to the bamboo forest to look for bamboo shoots. The bamboo shoots were just emerging and tender.

"Brother Hanhan, when the weather gets hotter, there are mushrooms in the bamboo grove, and a peddler will come to collect them, and the price is not low!"

The little girl dug out a bamboo shoot and put it in the basket, and talked about making money.

"Mushroom?" Zhu Wentian forgot to play dumb for a moment.

"Like an umbrella, with a hole, and black on the top of the head." The little girl introduced it with gestures.

"Okay! Hehehe! The mushrooms are good!" Zhu Wentian was happy, as long as someone took them.

He originally thought that the bamboo fungus was only valuable in the Qing Dynasty, but he did not expect that someone would collect it and sell it in the early Ming Dynasty.

There are few wild bamboo shoots, but it doesn't matter, we can grow them.

One kind of large piece, where to go to reason?

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As the weather gets warmer, it is time to grow vegetables in the village.

The former cotton and ramie fields are now filled with manure, and the number of livestock raised increases accordingly.

This year everyone plans to plant all the ramie fields into cotton, and harvest the cotton for weaving and making clothes.

Next month, we will plant cotton first, and use the good land to grow rice seedlings, then harvest rapeseed and ramie, and plant rice as soon as possible.

As time went by, more and more bamboo shoots came out, Zhu Wentian didn't plan to keep the bamboo shoots for a long time, he didn't have a refrigerator.

He began to teach children to write number symbols, one, two, three, four, five, six...

At this time, Daming used it for bookkeeping. It is said that after a few years, when there was a problem with the account, it was changed to one, two, three, four...

Both are taught, and the simple ones are taught first, with fewer strokes.

"Li Chang, Hanhan has taught the children how to read again."

The little girl's father came to the head of the village and whispered while plowing the wasteland.

"Literacy is good, and the guardians of our village saved us the money to go to school.

Years ago, I planned to send my children to schools outside when the village had more money, but now I don’t need it.

That day when Hanhan bought a pen, ink and paper, I wondered why. The baby who was raised in 12 years is enlightened! "

Li Chang is full of smiles, he doesn't care why Hanhan suddenly knows how to read!

The little girl's father nodded vigorously: "Can we open up [-] acres of land this year, all planted with purple flowers?"

He felt sorry for the good field, so he transported the soil here, and his waist and back ached from exhaustion.

If it weren't for the large number of large animals in the village, when would the [-] mu of wasteland be turned over?
All the big animals went into battle and plowed one hundred mu of land a day, and they haven't used it hard yet!God!I have to laugh in my dreams.

"If Hanhan wants to grow it, let him plant it. Don't doubt what Hanhan says in the future. The village guards will harm you? Will you have meat to eat?"

The head of the village emphasized discipline, and he was not allowed to question the village guards. To question is to distrust, to distrust is to oppose, to oppose is to violate the oath, to violate the oath...it's over.

"Planting, it's fine to feed the animals." The little girl's father shrank his neck.

When the men work, the women cook by cooking stoves in the fields. The wasteland opened for the village is used to cook big pots of rice with the money of the minister.

People from other villages come to see from time to time, to see that the rapeseed and hemp in the field are about to bloom, can they bloom normally?
Naturally, Feng Gui from Xihe Village also ran over. He found the head of the village and handed over two fish, caught from the river. Before he took back a catty of mutton, he gave the fish now.

"How good it is to feed the children." The chief took the fish and threw it to the cook, and it happened to be done.

"Yes, this is too much to eat."

Feng Gui said with a smile that for him, economic strength determines social status.

Xihe Village is larger than Xiaqiu Village and has a larger population, but no one has money.

Look at the things that are ready to be cooked next to it. Tofu, bacon, and bundles of rice noodles are soaking in the basin.

"How can there be more fish than you can eat? Bring a bag of candy for the child when you go back." Li Zhang shook his head.

"The child has a toothache from eating sugar, new wasteland? Planting cotton?"

Feng Gui changed the subject and watched enviously.

A large herd of cattle, lined up to plow the land, look like they are not driving hard, but they are keeping their strength!

The chief didn't directly say what to plant, but said: "Look."

After chatting a few more words, Feng Gui was going back after inspecting the rapeseed, and the village chief gave him a bag of glutinous rice candy and a few pieces of rock candy, which were much more valuable than two fish.

If he didn't bring any fish, the village chief promised not to give him candy.

It's noon, and the chief looked around: "Call Hanhan over for dinner."

"Come, come, a group over there is coming."

Someone with sharp eyes saw a group of children running here from a distance.

A smile appeared on the chief's face, and when Zhu Wentian approached, he greeted, "Eat, wash your hands."

"Hmm! Hehehe!" Zhu Wentian took his friends to wash their hands, wash their hands before meals and after using the toilet, and boil water for drinking, which was still his request.

For lunch, I eat stewed tofu with bacon and rice noodles as the staple food.

The chief ate two bites, and when Zhu Wentian finished eating a bowl of rice noodles, he asked, "Is the seed you left enough to grow this land? Four hundred acres."

Zhu Wentian raised his head in a daze, thought for a while and shook his head: "Half, um, half."

"What are the rest?" the village head continued to ask.

"Uh... beans, eat tofu, hehe!" Zhu Wentian chose to grow soybeans, and soybeans raised land, and [-] acres can produce a lot of beans.

The head of the village nodded, planting beans is fine, he picked up a piece of bacon and said, "there are not enough beans in the village, go to pawn to buy them, do you want to sell sugar again?"

Zhu Wentian stopped his chopsticks, thinking silently in his mind, it would be no problem to sell it again, what would the money be used for?
After dozens of breaths, he looked at the head of the village: "Sell, buy beans, wheat, and cattle."

"It's spring, cattle are expensive!" the head of the village reminded, everyone is waiting to plant the land!
"Buy, ummmm!" Zhu Wentian gritted his teeth, he bought it even if it was expensive, he was useful.

"Let's eat! It'll be cold in a while." The chief of staff agreed.

　This chapter was written yesterday, everyone found a typo, please help point it out, thank you!The farmer bowed!

　　
　
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