Wind rises time and space gate

Chapter 282 Three Years Later

It's scorching summer, the sun is blazing, even in the mountains it's steaming hot. This weather makes people want to leave the cat at home and not go out.

But the Lin family in Changling Village, young and old, are all stuck in the ground. Even when sweat fell to the ground and hot smoke immediately rose, there was an unstoppable smile on his face.

"Grandma, grandma, this is ripe, pick this!"

Her voice was milky, and she looked anxious. Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, he became even more anxious, "Grandma, grandma, pick this!" He jumped with his little feet and pointed at the melon on the ground with his little finger.

I wanted to go forward and call my grandmother, but I only took two steps when I tripped over a melon vine and fell to the ground.

"Oh, our little baby fell. Don't cry." Geng stood up from the ground when he heard the sound and came here.

Xiaobao was stunned for a moment, then he got up from the ground and patted his body twice randomly to get rid of the dirt. He didn't cry. He held his grandmother who came to him with his little hand and went to the big melon that he liked. Bian La said, "Grandma, pick this, it's ripe, bang bang..."

He squatted down with his round little body, patted the big melon twice with his little hands, and looked up at his grandmother to show that it was ready.

Geng's eyes narrowed with laughter, "Yeah, grandma will also come and pat it to see if it's ripe." He patted the melon a few times, and sure enough, the sound was a loud "bang bang" The voice is indeed familiar.

He picked up his little grandson and pushed his forehead, "Our little one is so awesome, he can help the family."

Xiaobao immediately shook his head proudly and struggled to get off the ground, "Help grandma, pat the melon."

His little body ran among the melon vines, squatting in front of one melon and patting it in front of that melon. The melons "dang-dang" are not ripe, and "bang-bang" are ripe. They are busier than adults.

Mr. Geng watched happily. Seeing that his grandson was doing a decent job, he left him alone.

The child is now three years old and growing strong. The children of their Linghu family are not pampered. When they were young, they were either digging in the ground or familiarizing themselves with various affairs in the Linghu area. It was good to learn more and see more.

Ever since she was sent to the place where the gods lived and the mother and son were able to survive, the child has been supported by her aunt from time to time.

He has been eating milk powder since he was born. After coming back from there, the family bought another goat and fed him all the milk. This child has grown stronger than other children of the same age and has maintained good health over the years. , even minor ailments are rare.

The children at home later started drinking goat's milk, and so did she and the old man. Now their legs and feet are in great condition and they don't even have cramps at night. My son and daughter-in-law sometimes drank too, and the family later bought a milking sheep.

Xi'er is right, there are mountains of gold and silver, but if your health is not good, it will be in vain.

Mr. Geng straightened up and looked at the cat patting the melons in the melon field with a smile on his face. Looking around again, these acres of land are all planted with watermelons, and the land is full of green. The round watermelons in the melon field are hidden in the melon field, and it is gratifying to look at them.

Since I brought various seeds back from Xi'er that year, my family tried to grow them, and later found that their place was actually the most suitable for growing watermelons!

In the first year, they tried to plant various watermelon species. There were many delicious watermelons over the stream, such as black beauty, green unicorn, 8424, early spring ruby, ruby... In addition to red flesh, there were also Yellow flesh!

Even ordinary people can't see them once, and even the wealthy people may not be able to take a bite. However, the immortals over there eat not only many varieties of watermelons, but also yellow ones.

They tried planting several varieties, but they didn't do well in the first year, probably because they were not acclimatized to the soil, but they also tried some suitable varieties. The second year of small-scale trial planting, the result was successful! But because it was a trial planting, not many were planted.

This is the third year. The family has used most of the field to plant "ruby" suitable for the mountains here. As a result, they have a bumper harvest.

When he was just a big fist, his reputation spread. During the Summer Solstice Festival, dignitaries from the royal family in Beijing came to visit the mausoleum. When they heard that a mausoleum owner had planted watermelons in the imperial mausoleum, they all gathered around to see it. At that time, the melon fields were full of people.

Mr. Geng couldn't help but laugh when he remembered that more than a month ago, there were more people surrounding the melon field than there were melons growing.

"Xiaobao, run slower and be careful, don't step on the melon." Seeing her grandson running very fast in front of her, Geng yelled while squeezing his neck.

Xiaobao didn't look back, squatted down and patted the melon, and said loudly: "Hey, don't worry, grandma, Xiaobao is careful, so he won't step on the melon."

Last year's melons were so delicious. Xiaobao has been thinking about them for a year, and his dreams are all about sweet melons.

One piece, one piece, and one piece. In the dream, Xiaobao was holding a half-cut watermelon, digging and digging with a spoon, digging and digging, and put it into his mouth. Ouch, it's so sweet!

Sighing, saliva dripped down.

Xiaobao raised his hand and wiped it away, then carefully moved forward to pat the melon. The ripe melons that Xiaobao has photographed should be marked, and when the rich men come, they can be picked. The family can sell them for a lot of money.

After selling the money, I can buy sweets and cakes for Xiaobao!

No, we can’t sell them all! Xiaobao loves to eat, so I want to save so much for Xiaobao to eat. Xiaobao made a gesture, straightened up, and looked into the melon field. After a while, he told his grandmother that he wanted to hide a whole room of melons for Xiaobao and his brothers and sisters to eat.

Hey, where are the brothers and sisters? Oh, over there, my brother and sister are also patting melons. whee.

Xiaobao was happily slapping melons, then he heard the rumble of the carriage and stood up quickly, twisting his little body to look...

"Eunuch Cao, you are here." Mr. Geng hurriedly walked over to say hello.

"Hey, old lady, you're busy." Cao Cuo looked at the large piece of watermelon and his eyes narrowed with a smile.

A few days ago, the Lin family sent some early-ripening melons to the palace. The knife fell on the melons, but before they were cut, the melons cracked on their own. The skin was thin and seedless, and the red flesh was as fascinating as rubies. It was so exciting to eat. One mouthful is as sweet as honey and refreshing.

What a melon!

He also ate watermelon in the palace. But those are all tributes. The palace masters are so kind that they give one or two bites to the palace people. How much can he eat?

Even the emperor and his wife in the palace cannot eat as much as they want.

Now that it was ready, he cut it in half, held it in his hands, dug it in with a spoon, and ate it until his eyes narrowed. It’s already a bitter summer, but taking a bite of melon is really like Qiongpianyuye.

If it weren't for Fang Er, the big eater, he could have eaten a few more bites by himself.

"Is this melon ripe?"

Two days earlier, the Lin family had sent news to the palace, saying that they could pick a batch today. He hurriedly sent the news to Beijing, and someone from the shop was sent.

"I guess I can pick up a few carts today." Geng said and glanced at the people next to Cao's house.

"This is the second shopkeeper of Qi Ya's shop in the capital. I heard that melons can be picked today, so I brought someone here."

During the Summer Solstice Festival, the dignitaries from the capital who came to pay homage to the mausoleum heard that watermelons were grown near the imperial mausoleum. Their eyes glowed green and they wished they could wrap up the melons.

Every family has to order several cars.

However, His Highness had already greeted the Lin family and handed it over to Qiya Shop in the capital to sell it. At that time, he told everyone that Qi Ya's shop had ordered all the melons in the field. There was no need for everyone to come to the imperial mausoleum to transport the melons. When the time came, they could just buy them at the Beijing shop.

Send the person away politely. Otherwise, the Lin family, a mere mausoleum, would not be able to cope with so many noble people.

"Okay, I'm sorry to bother you all. My family picked the melons and put them in the basket. You can just lift them to the car. It's just that the skin of the melons is thin, so you have to be careful. If it cracks, it won't be easy to sell."

"Don't worry, old lady, we won't have to worry. We were fully prepared when we came, and we have enough straw."

Geng nodded, that's good. He turned around and directed the family to pick melons.

In less than an hour, the first batch of melons were picked. One acre of land can produce more than 2,000 jins. If the family cultivates five acres, they can get more than 10,000 jins. Apart from their own food and those who give gifts everywhere, they can also sell tens of thousands of jins. The negotiated price is one hundred cents per pound, and the family can save a thousand taels of silver.

Geng watched them exchange greetings, loaded them into the car, and calmly accepted the three hundred taels of silver notes. She felt happy in her heart but didn't show it on her face, and put them in her arms.

The cart carrying melons slowly left again, and the villagers of Lingcun who were watching the excitement gathered around Geng.

"You sold it for a lot of money, right?" Niangle, what Geng received just now was a banknote! Although everyone didn't dare to get close, they still looked at more than one picture. The Geng family is really getting rich by hooking up with a noble person!

"It's not much. I just earn some hard-earned money. Now that I'm done with it, the whole family can live a little easier."

Mr. Geng pretended to be miserable and chatted with everyone. Ever since the flowers of the melons began to fall and bear fruit, there has never been a break in the melon fields. The family sent people to guard the melons every night. The old man, the eldest son, the grandson, and even the younger ones all squatted in the melon shed to watch the night.

Needless to say, it was hard work.

Mr. Geng refused to say how much he sold it for, but everyone could calculate it. No one is selling this melon now. This is the only melon in the Lin family. How can it be sold for tens of coins per catty?

The Lin family has planted very little food this year, and almost all of their land has been planted with melons. Look at what grows in this land. One acre can’t weigh more than a thousand kilograms?

Darling, how much money can it be sold for?

It’s really great!

"I don't know what this melon tastes like. Is it expensive?"

"All the melons in this melon field are reserved by the nobles in the capital, and we may not have a few in our family. If there are many in the second crop, I will give some to everyone to try." Mr. Geng hurriedly appeased everyone. .

"Okay, okay, there were a lot of them at that time. We will buy one and a half from you with the money, so that the elderly and children at home can sweeten their mouths."

Last year, someone I was close to ate some melons from the Lin family, and I still remember the taste. People gathered around and asked if they could plant the same seeds next year.

Mr. Geng nodded, "If the melon nobles eat well this year, I guess everyone's fields can be planted."

"Really? That would be great!"

Everyone present put away their jealousy and were busy making friends with the Lin family. By then, everyone will be able to follow suit and leave their own homes behind.

The Geng family was busy dealing with the villagers in Ling Village, and Cao Cuo listened. He was originally worried that the Lin family would not be able to handle it, and that others would have bad intentions towards his family, so he stayed a little longer. Seeing that the Lin family could handle it on their own, Cao Cuo returned to the palace with a round watermelon in his arms.

Ever since the Lin family planned to grow watermelons, they had already greeted His Highness. His Highness was extremely supportive and told them to just try boldly. As a result, they found the most suitable varieties for planting in the imperial mausoleum and achieved a bumper harvest.

His Highness has said that if they grow watermelons, the news will not be hidden from the palace, and all the fields in the imperial mausoleum will be used to grow melons.

The tomb households of the imperial tombs are all servants of the royal family, and the fields allocated to them naturally belong to the royal family.

Now the watermelons in these five acres of land are not enough for the palace to consume. The queens of the palace, the princes, the natal families of each queen, and the emperor have to distribute it to the nobles. These more than ten thousand kilograms are not enough.

I'm afraid there won't be many cars left in Qiya's shop that can be sold.

He has eaten melons from the Lin family's melon field, and they are many times better than the cold melons brought as tribute. His Highness said that as long as the Jiang family sends them to the palace, next year the palace will definitely issue an order to plant watermelons in the imperial mausoleum.

Just as Cao Cuo entered the palace gate, Fang Er rushed out from nowhere and snatched the watermelon from Cao Cuo's arms with a swish.

Cao Cuo was so angry. "Give me back my melon!"

"Half for each person, I'll go to the kitchen to get a knife!" The figure disappeared in a whoosh.

In just a moment, the man came back, holding a melon in his left hand and a knife in his right hand. Without even bothering to look at Cao Cuo, he put the melon on the table, raised his knife and cut the melon into two halves.

Just as he was about to put it into his mouth, Cao Cuo stopped him, "You want half more! Cut half into small pieces and send it to the embroidery room."

The embroidery room is a channel for His Highness to get money. Whenever there is delicious food, Cao Cuo never forgets to send one there.

Fang Er disagreed, "Didn't we just give it away a few days ago? We even gave it to the kitchen and palace guards." Ling Cheng and Wei Commander, Feng Xianjun also gave it away!

He ate less after giving it away.

"Are you going?" If not, he would write a letter to His Highness, asking him to be sent to the northwest and not stay in the palace.

Fang Er was shaken by what he saw, "Go, go now!"

He quickly cut half of the melon into small pieces, put it on a tray and sent it outside the palace gate. He didn't deliver it himself, but called a palace attendant to deliver it. He reached for another piece on the tray, rushed into the main hall and sat in the cool green of the main hall. Eat on the bricks whirringly.

I ate so hard my eyes narrowed, I was so happy.

On this hot day, he didn't even want to eat, he just wanted to hold the watermelon and chew it. I wish I could grow in the melon field.

"Really delicious!"

Cao Cuo was also gnawing a melon in his arms, happily eating. "What a pity, Your Highness, you can't eat this melon."

Fang Ershou paused, yes, His Highness is in Yue Di now, and he doesn’t know when he will come back. "Didn't you receive a letter from His Highness?"

Cao Cuo shook his head. "There are too many things going on in Yue Di. I'm afraid His Highness won't be able to come back until the Chinese New Year."

Fortunately, there was a substitute here at the palace, and no one could spot the clues during the Summer Solstice Festival. If it weren't for people close to him, they wouldn't be able to recognize him.

Fortunately, there's nothing major going on in the capital. "It's more about the Yue Di area that matters."

Fang Er nodded and took another big bite.

On an island in Vietnam.

Zhao Guangyuan, who said he couldn't eat watermelon, was also eating a toothsome watermelon.

The sun was scorching hot on the island, and it was a bitter summer for him. Thanks to the watermelon grown here this year, otherwise he wouldn't be able to bear it anymore. He wanted to go back to the palace and Xia'er all the time.

The island is surrounded by the sea on all sides, the wind is fishy, ​​the water is salty, and the food is not tasty.

When I go to bed at night, I miss the soft big bed at home, the sweet-smelling Xia'er, my obedient son, the food at home, the air conditioner at home, the ice cream and various cold drinks in the refrigerator at home.

Looking at the melon in my hand, if I put it in the refrigerator to chill, the taste would be beautiful just thinking about it.

He hasn't seen Xia'er and Changzhi for more than half a year.

He misses them.

In three years, he had only stayed with them for one month. He missed them.

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