Reborn Farmhouse: Planting Fields, Flirting with People

Chapter 819 The Hope of the Whole Village

Father Zhu and Zhu Xiaoyong returned to Zhujia Village with several carts of rice seedlings and headed straight to Maoershan.

After the Chinese New Year, the family was busy opening up wasteland on the mountain.

Zhu's father wandered around Mao'er Mountain for several days, and finally found a good place. On the halfway up Mao'er Mountain, the terrain is fairly flat, except for a few big rocks here and there, and there are not many gravels. Most importantly, There is a mountain spring near here.

After three months of hard work, the family finally opened up an eight-acre piece of wasteland.Lizheng took Father Zhu to the yamen to file a record, paid some money, and signed the land deed, and the land belonged to their family.

During this period, Father Zhu built a few tree houses on the mountain with the trees he cut down. He planned to move the family to the mountain when the medicinal materials were planted, so as to take care of the medicinal fields.

When the villagers heard that their family was going to grow medicinal materials on Maoer Mountain, they all came to watch.

After a while, a group of villagers watching the fun surrounded Maoer Mountain on the mountainside.

The villagers in Zhujia Village all knew that the medicinal materials on Maoer Mountain were valuable, but they were hard to find, but they didn't expect that they could grow them by themselves.

Zhu Dazhuang squatted on the big rock by the side of the ridge, with a grass in his mouth, and said with a foolish face: "Tch! Planting medicinal materials, you are crazy about money. How can you grow something that is born with nature?"

Someone echoed, "That's right, our ancestors have lived at the foot of Mao'er Mountain for generations. If we could really plant them, our ancestors would have planted them long ago. How can our Zhujia Village be so poor for so many years?"

Some people who are close friends with Zhu's father couldn't help asking, "Zhu Laosan, this medicinal material can really be grown, can it be grown alive?"

Father Zhu was unloading the seedlings from the bullock cart to the ground, when he heard this, he raised his head and wiped the sweat from his brow, and smiled honestly, "Wheat and sorghum can be grown, and medicinal materials should also be grown.

We don't know either, so let's try.If the seed is not good, it will delay the effort of one or two years.

If it can be planted, the big guys will plant together, and we will no longer have to take the risk of hunting in the deep mountains and old forests, and our Zhujia Village can also live a stable and peaceful life. "

Originally, the villagers just came here with the mentality of watching the fun, but now they heard Father Zhu's words, and they felt a little uncomfortable and warm in their hearts.

And the few people who were jealous and said sour words just now lowered their heads in shame.

Zhu Dazhuang couldn't help but turn red-eyed. His younger brother went hunting in the mountains last year and ran into Xiong Xiazi. He just disappeared, not even bones left...

Who is willing to risk their lives if they can live a stable life.

He suddenly jumped off the boulder, and put away his sloppy look just now.

"Old third uncle, how long will it take for you to plant so many seedlings? My field work is done. Wait, I'll go back and pick up the hoe, and call my wife to help you."

After all, he ran down the mountain without looking back.

Other villagers also said: "There is nothing to do this afternoon, let us help."

As the big guys talked, they went down the mountain, some went home to change into clothes for farm work, and some went back to get things.

After a while, the villagers huffed and went up the mountain carrying hoes and other guys.

The old man in the village saw it from afar, and his heart jumped in his throat with fright, "What's wrong, what's wrong? Has Xiong Xiazi gone down the mountain?"

An insider who passed by smiled and explained: "Zhu's family wants to plant medicinal materials on Maoer Mountain, and the big guys are going to help. You can continue to bask in the sun, and I will help too."

The villagers have their own division of labor, digging pits, placing seedlings, filling soil, watering, and doing everything in an orderly manner.

There are many people and strength, and the eight-acre medicine garden was planted in less than an afternoon.

Looking at the many figures busy in the field, Father Zhu suddenly felt that the burden on his shoulders was much heavier. This medicine garden is not only the hope of their family, but also the hope of the whole village.

(End of this chapter)