Shoufu's favored wife is sweet and sassy

Chapter 442, Scarlet Sorghum

Xiaoqing was very satisfied when she saw it, and this was something that the seven brothers and sisters unanimously agreed on.

Studying does not necessarily require fame and fame, but it will change a person's ideology.

This kind of change does not happen overnight, enlightenment is a process, just like tearing a seam in the dark chaos, allowing the light to penetrate in, everything in the darkness will slowly change, with the continuous light With exposure, the changes will become bigger and bigger, maybe a branch will grow, maybe a small flower will bloom, but no matter what, this is no longer the same as the original self that only existed in the endless darkness.

Xiaoqing's classroom setting is very down-to-earth, and the curriculum has three courses.

Culture class: talk about the thousand-character prose and the three-character classic, which is to teach the truth.

Calculation class: teach counting, teach accounting, teach how to make one life two, two make three, how money makes money, compound interest, buy cheap and sell high, what is sustainable management.

The labor class is to teach how to identify various plants and crops, how to cultivate, how to build a house, how to hunt, and how to feed livestock.

It is not terrible for people to be poor, as long as they are diligent and wise, they can get infinite vitality from the gifts of nature. As she once said, there is a golden house in the book, and what is afraid of is ignorance and laziness.

Xiaoqing is even more afraid that if one day she is gone, the village will return to its original state. The house collapsed and the lazy man will not stretch out his hand. Except for eating and sleeping, he will beat his wife. .

How big is the world?
It’s been half a year since I’ve been here, and I haven’t even reached a tenth of a village, let alone the world.

So much so that when Xiaoqing saw the handful of pig feed Seventh Brother used to feed the pigs, she was struck by lightning.

People in rural areas have to calculate the cost of raising pigs. They can use pig grass to mix food, and they will never feed more than a handful of rice. After all, there is not enough food for people. How can there be food for pigs?
The people in the village have learned the rules over the years, knowing which grasses pigs like to eat and which ones can grow fat after eating them. Xiaoqing has no theory, but the actual experience is really not as good as that of Lin Daqiang's son Lin Xiaoqiang.

But she has a theory!
What is the most valuable?

Of course it is knowledge!

Just like now, she picked out a reddish-brown tassel from pigweed, her hands were shaking with excitement, why didn't she find such a good thing earlier?

"Seventh brother! Where did this come from?"

Lao Qi scratched his head:
"I don't know, but I know that this thing is called sorghum, and pigs, cows and horses love to eat it, so it must be picked in the wild, right?"

"Take me to see, who picked the pigweed?"

Xiaoqing was very excited.

Shu millet, that’s right, it’s also called 秫秫, rice 秫, this thing doesn’t pick the soil, it can grow when it sees a seam, it can survive on saline-alkali land and hillsides, even in later generations, it saved countless lives during the famine baby.

"There are so many of these things. No matter what kind of land it is, as long as one is drilled, it will grow into another in the next year. It's just that this thing is hard to eat. Apart from feeding livestock, the shell is also hard to get rid of."

Lin Daqiang also knows this thing.

The lady has never been in the field, and everything she sees is fresh, but they have also gone through famine years. Even if it is a famine year, only birds and beasts will eat this stuff.

When Xiaoqing heard what they said, she stomped her feet in regret. If she had known about this thing, why would she grow apocynum?
This is big red sorghum!
"Then, what about the pole of sorghum? Can it grow as tall as a person? Is it thick and long?"

"Yeah, what do you think we burn in the stove in autumn and winter? Half of it is this thing. When it snows, it's hard to find firewood. It's just this thing, and it's poked in the ground. If you don't burn it, who will burn it?" ?”

Xiaoqing: "..."

(End of this chapter)