Villager of Daming

Chapter 24 Fucheng is busy writing letters this summer (first update)
Seeing that the noon sun looked very strong, Zhu Wentian bent over and slowly retreated in the paddy field, planting rice seedlings while retreating.

"Work makes me happy, work is glorious, I have the right to work..."

He muttered, and beads of sweat kept dripping on the water.

For transplanting rice seedlings, the whole village, except those who cannot work, all go to battle.

When retreating to the other side of the field, an elderly person handed over a water bowl: "Hanhan, drink some herbal tea."

"Hey!" Zhu Wentian took the bowl, poured it down, wiped the sweat with his arm, picked up a bunch of rice seedlings, and continued to insert.

The herbal tea is prepared by him, and the materials that are available in the village and the surrounding areas are directly picked, and those that are not available are bought at the pharmacy.

The villagers praised it one after another, and drank a cool drink to relieve the heat.

Then plant them over and back, and everyone eats at noon, and wait for the sun to eclipse before planting rice seedlings, so as not to fall into the field due to heat stroke.

The other nearby villages are doing the same work. This year, Xiaqiu Village rents out livestock, which saves a lot of manpower, and the time of transplanting rice seedlings is faster than in previous years.

It's just that the people are not happy, and the water level of the river has dropped sharply.

It was a sweltering day, but not a single drop fell, and the grass was wilting far away from the river.

Zhu Wentian knew that in another month, on the first day of June, Zhu Yuanzhang would go to the suburbs to pray for rain.

There is a cloud in the history books: In the third year of Hongwu, there was a summer drought.In June Wuwushuo, I prayed to the suburban altar.

Stepping is not just walking casually, it is called Bugang stepping to show the posture of the Big Dipper and the seven stars moving.

"Brother Hanhan, I'll give you food." The little girl brought over a big bowl.

"Hey!" Zhu Wentian took the bowl and put it on the table, smoothing the sweat-drenched hair for the little girl.

Everyone eats rice noodles for lunch, cold rice noodles.

A lot of ingredients, cucumber shreds, coriander, garlic juice, vinegar, black bean sauce, boiled star anise water, pepper noodles, sugar.

With braised mutton and haggis and half a salted duck egg, the villagers ate comfortably.

"I didn't eat such a good thing when I planted rice last year. I cooked rice and ate pickles."

Some villagers expressed emotion and said that they felt that the cold rice noodles became more delicious.

"Plowing the land, people are too tired to recover for a long time, how can they have the strength to make rice noodles."

The people next to him continued to say that there were few animals, so people would pull the plow.

"If you eat a lot of meat, you can work faster. After working hard for two days, all the plants will be finished."

The person just said that he took a big mouthful of lami noodles, then clicked his mouth twice, his eyes narrowed.

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In Xuancheng, it was the same noon, but a group of officials were not in the mood to eat.

In Xuancheng, there is the Yamen of Xuancheng County, and there is also the government office of Ningguo Mansion.

Xuancheng County is Fuguo County, and Li Zhi County is accompanied by a group of people with higher official positions than him.

Prefect, Tongzhi, Tongju, Tuiguan, the lowest grade is the sixth rank, he follows the sixth rank.

The group of officials watched in a secret agency workshop, and there were strings of rock sugar with cotton ropes.

The rock sugar is big and the color is good. Compared with a little foreign sugar bought next to it, it is a judgment call.

"Foreigners are bad! Earn our Ming's money." A general judge gritted his teeth.

"The brown sugar, the white sugar we make, the white sugar of foreigners, our rock sugar, and the rock sugar of foreigners should be prepared and written to the emperor."

The other judge clenched his fists, as written on the paper, Daming wanted to make money from foreigners instead.

Perhaps because of the hot weather, Prefect Song's mouth was a bit dry. He licked his lips, found a small piece of rock sugar and put it in his mouth, and felt the sweetness instantly.

"Try it all, this is our Daming's own rock candy." He greeted everyone.

Everyone chooses a small piece each to feel the sweetness together.

The governor of Zhengbapin asked in a low voice: "I, can I buy some? Give it to the children at home."

When the others heard it, their eyes lit up.

yes!Let's buy it at the price after deducting the loss of brown sugar.

"Why don't we sell a batch and see if others are willing to buy the new rock candy when it's on the market?"

The first person to speak, Tong Juan, made a profit first.

Tongzhi looked at the magistrate: "Before the sugar production, no one could guarantee whether it was right or wrong. I raised the money to buy brown sugar. I bought four hundred catties of brown sugar."

"I'm afraid you are competing with the people for profit?" Another judge was worried.

"Foreigners are people? Our rock candy is good. Selling it at the same price as foreign candy is an act of benefiting the people." The pusher retorted.

"Uh..." The magistrate's heart was moved, [-] catties of brown sugar was made into [-] catties of rock sugar and a few catties of white sugar.

If you give the emperor one hundred catties of rock sugar and all the white sugar, can the remaining two hundred catties of rock sugar be sold for a cent?

He hesitated, he struggled, he hesitated, he gritted his teeth: "Keep two hundred catties of rock sugar, and send the rest, and ask the emperor if he will sell it, if not, we will take it home and eat it ourselves."

The officials nodded together, okay, if you don't sell it, you can take it home, and then sell it secretly.

Originally, I waited for others to pay for the money, and after I successfully made something, I sent it to the higher authorities to be commended, and then used the money from the yamen to give myself.

Don't want money from the yamen, but sugar.

"Everyone, remember to keep it secret, don't make sugar in private." Song Zhifu warned.

"I don't dare." Everyone responded one after another, and today's son killed the official without blinking an eye.

"This summer is dry, there is no rain for many days, the small river is dry, and the big river is shallow.

The emperor is worried!Sending the sugar and the rape and ramie in Xiaqiu Village together may relieve a little worry. "

Reminder, hurry up!Send it now, be quick.

Everyone immediately went to prepare the test book, and half an hour later, a group of fast horses set off and went straight to Yingtianfu Nanjing.

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Three days passed in the blink of an eye, and all the rice in Xiaqiu Village was planted.

The jute has not been planted, and it must be planted when half of the rice is heading, and the jute is raising seedlings at this moment.

Topdress the field about ten days before the rice harvest, and the rice is harvested first.

Two days after harvesting the rice, topdress the confiscated jute and then harvest the jute.

Right now, we are going to deal with cotton, Viola, soybeans, watering what should be watered, and weeding what should be weeded.

Go back and turn over the remaining [-] acres of newly opened land, and wait until late autumn to plant winter wheat.

The local area is not suitable for planting spring wheat. In theory, it is feasible to plant wheat after the rice is harvested, and rice after the wheat is harvested.

In fact, it is too tiring and consumes a lot of fat.

After the winter wheat is harvested, soybeans should be planted and land raised.You can also plant some sorghum and save it for food.

If there are corn, peanuts, sweet potatoes, then they should be planted.

Zhu Wentian was in a daze while driving the donkey cart. The cart was loaded with buckets, and the water level of the river had dropped again, making it impossible to divert the canal to irrigate the cotton.

Fortunately, there are many livestock, so no one needs to carry water.

"Brother Hanhan, what are you thinking?" The little girl sat on the shaft beside her, blinking her big eyes.

"When to plant what, which one can be interplanted, the approximate yield, how much land is consumed, how to get fat, hehehehe!"

Zhu Wentian came back to his senses and explained to the little girl.

"Hey hey!" The little girl's eyes turned into crescent moons.

When the donkey cart arrived, Zhu Wentian took the bucket and went directly into the ditch, allowing the water to soak up and flow forward along the ditch.

The villagers all operate in this way, and if they don't have time to pick up buckets to water the plants in the fields, they will be exhausted.

If there is no donkey cart, it is estimated that it can only do so.

"After planting wheat and harvesting hemp this year, the village will make bamboo tubes, and put the bamboo tubes in when planting cotton. Think about what else to do."

Zhu Wentian poured out all the water in the car, frowned and muttered as he walked back.

"Brother Hanhan, the village is doing well now." The little girl comforted.

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