The general of the little doctor in space comes to farm

Chapter 208

Bai Xi looked at them and smiled, the field will definitely be very lively this afternoon.

Everyone has already arrived, and Bai Xi stopped talking, and quietly listened to Mrs. Zhang urging Mrs. Xiao to hurry up.

There is no Yang family in the field, no one would dislike Zhang's talkativeness.

Old Man Bai hated it in his heart, so he wouldn't say it out loud, and if Dafang said it didn't work, the others wouldn't say much.

A lot of things happened in the afternoon, and I don't need to go into details, it's just a trick to go back to the house.

He didn't stay idle when he returned in the dark, he lit a tung oil lamp in the yard, and the family gathered around to cut off the sorghum ears.

There are drying mats on the ground, so there is no need to worry about the sorghum rice falling to the ground.

Originally, old master Bai asked her to go to the room for dinner, but he told Yang Shi a lesson in the afternoon before she agreed.

But Bai Shixiao had already cooked it, and Bai Xi and the others ate it in their own house, while cooking in the pot by the way.

Leave it to Aunt Chunhua and the others.

Bai Xi thought about it, the Bai family's method of harvesting sorghum was wrong, it was a waste of time.

"Master, have you ever thought about harvesting sorghum in another way, it's too much trouble for us.

If you work hard all day during the day and have to do it at night, you will definitely not be energetic the next day. "

"That's right, his father and I have come to sleep." Laziness is what Mrs. Zhang is most happy with.

As soon as Bai Xi said it, she immediately echoed it.

In fact, no one wants to work day and night, but this kind of harvesting habit has already been formed.

While moving and listening to the words, old man Bai suddenly let out an "ah".

It turned out that he accidentally cut his hand with the sickle, and he wiped some saliva on the wound himself.

He said to Bai Xi, "What good idea do you have?"

He had the mentality of giving it a try, because Sifang was the one who came up with all the ways to make money.

Maybe she'll have a good idea!
When old man Bai asked, the others also pricked up their ears.

"What I mean is that we only need to cut back the sorghum ears. If we carry them all back, we have to cut them again."

Bai Xi said that although the process is the same, her method must be easier.

Just memorizing that item saves a lot of effort.

Old Man Bai thought for a while, "Isn't everyone like this? The sorghum stalks can be used as fertilizer."

Goro told her that there are many ways to make sorghum stalks into fertilizer.

When it dries up, it can be burned, and the plant ash can be used as fertilizer.

The Bai family has a special pigsty with a mud floor, in which two pigs are raised, and they chew or crush the sorghum stalks.

It can be used as fertilizer in the coming year when it is dug out, which is what Shili Lindi said.

The last one is to bury the sorghum stalks directly in the soil when planting yams, which is also the most used.

So there is absolutely no need to carry all the sorghum stalks back.

Bai Xi pondered for a while and said, "Master, you have to find a new way to make money, isn't it to grow crops?

Now a lot of sorghum stalks are not completely dry, and they are too heavy to carry, so it is okay to cut slowly in the field.

Anyway, most of them will be buried in the ground in the coming year, so there is no need for us to carry them all back.

The key is to cut from below, so that the shaking is so severe that some of the sorghum rice can't be seen in the mud.

We only cut the sorghum ears on the top so that they shake lightly, and much less falls to the ground. "

After hearing this, Bai Shimin said, "Father, what girl Xi'er said makes sense!"

The group of people who were in charge of transporting it back were particularly impressed. Their shoulders were worn out and peeled off.

Bai Shixian and Da Lang had the deepest understanding, and quickly echoed, "Father, I think, what are you doing with the sorghum pole back?

Anyway, next year we have to recite it again, and Dalang and I have worn out our shoulders today. "

Da Lang also echoed his father's words.

(End of this chapter)