After transmigrating into a stepmother, I transformed my whole family to work on farming

Afraid that she wouldn't understand, Liu Ji made it clear, "Don't you want to ask me more questions?"

Qin Yao was startled, and then raised her eyebrows. She really had something to ask.

"Thanks for reminding me, I almost forgot such an important thing."

Seeing Qin Yao was about to speak, Liu Ji smiled expectantly.

"Have you completed the homework assigned to you by Gong Liangxiao?"

Liu Ji's smile disappeared instantly.

Qin Yao picked up the letter that had just been placed on the table and handed it to him in a funny way, "The motorcade just came back from Fucheng. Your teacher asked them to ask me to bring you a message. He will be back in ten days. Well, this is for you. Please read your letter slowly, I'll go out and get busy first."

After saying that, Liu Ji, who was struck by lightning, glanced at him with gloating eyes and strode out.

Liu Ji quickly opened the letter and his face turned pale when he saw the familiar handwriting on it.

Finished!

Most of the homework is still unfinished!

During spring plowing, there is constant drizzle, and the air is filled with the smell of moisture, mixed with the smell of earth.

In the fields, farmers wore raincoats and moved forward slowly with iron plows supported by manpower, turning over and breaking up the hard soil.

On the country roads, there are hurried villagers carrying heavy loads of farmyard manure on their shoulders. They come to the plowed fields and spread the natural fertilizer evenly in it.

During the action, a few drops occasionally fell onto the road, so at this time of year, the air in Liujia Village was always filled with an indescribable smell.

It won't kill anyone, but it definitely doesn't smell good.

Qin Yao held a bag of watermelon seeds in her hand and came to the collective seedling room in the village holding her breath.

With the experience from the previous year, Liu Gong, Qiu and others can fully handle the matter of raising seedlings this year. Qin Yao does not need to teach by hand, but only needs to come and help control at key nodes.

The villagers asked about watermelon planting two days ago, but today they got nothing. Qin Yao called the villagers who wanted melon seeds to the seedling room and prepared to distribute the seeds to them.

Of course, it's not free. If you take her seeds, she will get 20% of the first crop of melons grown.

This is a business without capital, so many people come.

Qin Yao didn't know much about watermelon planting. Last year, she was very lucky and the experiment was successful. This year, so many people wanted to follow her to get melon seeds to plant. Qin Yao didn't dare to mess around, so she called Zhang, an expert in vegetable fields, to come over.

After all, watermelons are still melons, and they remain true to their roots. It should be similar to growing vegetables.

Even though it's raining lightly, it can't stop the villagers' enthusiasm for planting watermelons.

As soon as Qin Yao arrived at the seedling room, a large number of villagers came over wearing raincoats.

There was not enough room for so many people in the seedling room, so Qin Yao asked them to line up at the door. Everyone did not complain and waited eagerly outside the house in the rain.

"I'll say the ugly things first." Qin Yao picked up the bag in her hand, "There are only so many seeds, and every seed is precious, so I hope that after you get the seeds back, you won't just put them aside and ignore them. ”

"And!" She paused and said in a serious tone: "I only give these seeds to those who really want to grow them. Those who come to join in the fun and take advantage of it, I advise you to withdraw now, so as not to meet us later and save face. It’s all ugly.”

Hearing this, some people in the crowd looked resentful, but they were all here, so let’s give it a try.

Shopkeeper Bai came to Qin Yao's house last year to collect melons, which cost two hundred coins each!

So, this is not a watermelon, this is simply a golden melon.

What you sow is what you earn. So, everyone expressed that they were serious and would never waste such precious melon seeds.

Qin Yao nodded slightly, and before sending her seed, she asked again: "You all know my rules, right?"

Everyone responded: "I know, I know, Madam Qin, don't worry. If you grow a melon, let alone 20%, even 50% should be given to you!"

Qin Yao then invited Mrs. Zhang to come over, "Mom, you are responsible for distributing the seeds, and I am responsible for registering them."

Twenty-seven people came to the scene, five of whom were notoriously poor in the village. There was a famine last year, and the grain lent to them by the clan was still not available this year, so they planted watermelons this year to pay off the debt.

These five people had a very serious attitude. After receiving the melon seeds, they knelt down and kowtowed to Qin Yao on the spot, which shocked Qin Yao who was recording.

"Get up!" Qin Yao pulled her hand, and the kneeling person was completely pulled up by her, with his toes slightly off the ground, as easily as lifting a chicken.

The person who was dragged was frightened. He finally stood firm and was stunned for two seconds. Then he bowed deeply and stepped aside, waiting to learn how to raise seedlings from Zhang. He could not hide his excitement.

For some people, these dozens of watermelon seeds are just a try, but for others, they are just gold bricks for success. Therefore, the expressions of the villagers who received the seeds varied.

Some were very calm, some were very happy, and some had tears in their eyes.

Mrs. Zhang saw the emotional feedback from everyone and felt both satisfied and gratified, with very complicated emotions.

Looking back at Qin Yao, who was sitting at the crippled wooden table and immersed in recording, maybe it was the firelight burning in the charcoal basin in the seedling room behind her, but she felt that the whole body of the woman in front of her was radiating light.

After all the seeds were distributed, Qin Yao closed the registration book, and together with Ms. Zhang, she took out a dustpan of soil and a few small notched clay pots that she had prepared earlier, and taught the villagers step by step how to plant watermelons from seedlings up.

"Actually, raising melon seedlings is similar to raising seedlings. It's nothing more than controlling temperature, humidity, and fertility."

While Qin Yao was talking, Mrs. Zhang was practicing, adding some of her personal tips on growing vegetables.

When it comes to growing vegetables, the villagers can understand that compared to what Qin Yao said about temperature and humidity, Zhang's simple and straightforward language is more in line with everyone's habits.

You have to soak it in warm water first, so that it feels slightly cool to the touch.

Soak it overnight, then wrap it in a clean wet towel and place it in the warmest place in the house for germination.

Now in March, the temperature is still a bit low, so we need to burn some charcoal just like in the seedling room.

Or you can place it closer to where you cook at home.

Then it depends on whether the seeds germinate or not.

"Everyone knows how to grow bean sprouts, right? Yao Niang said that it is similar to growing bean sprouts. When they are almost sprouted, they can be sprinkled on the prepared seed bed. Watering them will make them grow faster." Zhang explained.

The villagers nodded in realization. This is very simple. They have all been to the ground before, so it is not difficult.

Qin Yao reminded: "The melon field should be chosen well. The terrain should be high, the soil should be soft, and the place where the sun can shine all day is best."

“Can’t we plant on other land?”

A strange voice of inquiry suddenly came from behind the villagers. The tone was full of curiosity, and it seemed that they had been listening for a long time.

Qin Yao looked up in confusion. Song Zhang was dressed in plain clothes, holding a horse in his hand. Behind him was an entourage who was also holding the horse. The master and servant stood outside the crowd and gave her a gentle nod.

The villagers didn't know who this person was, but seeing that he was dressed in a low-key and distinguished manner, he didn't look like an ordinary person, so they politely made way for him. (End of chapter)