General Dotes On His Farming Wife

Liu Qingdong looks at Zhong Liyue with a confused face and leaves angrily. The whole person seems to be struck by lightning.

Why can't I be an official?

A person like Mr. Zhong, if he doesn't become an official, is a waste of resources.

He wanted to ask Mr. Zhong clearly, but he found that his feet seemed to have roots, and he couldn't leave at all.

After a moment's hesitation, he clenched the book in his hand and turned to leave, but he had made up his mind.

There are some things you can do even if you can't be an official.

These books alone can benefit many children.

Zhong Li didn't know the shock she had brought to Liu Qingdong just by compiling two books. On the contrary, she kept thinking about the past life in the room and compiled the useful things for children into a volume.

So, wait until the next morning.

When Zhong Li appeared in front of Liu Qingdong, he had a book in his hand. The book's name was three character classic.

"I know, Mr. Zhong, that's what you heard."

He didn't wait for the clock to leave, he said first.

Zhong Li was stunned at first, then nodded at him with a smile.

"Yes, I heard it. I think it's more interesting and catchy. I think children can use it. You should study this well and teach it well then. "

Liu Qingdong nodded fiercely and looked at Zhong Li with excitement, shame and admiration.

Mr. Zhong has such a good literary talent, but he can't show it because of his family precepts. If he wants to teach the students in the village, he can only share his credit with others.

"Thank you, Mr. Zhong. I will work hard, I will. "

After the two separated, Liu Qingdong excitedly took these things into his room and began to read them excitedly.

"At the beginning of man, nature is good. Sex is similar, habits are different. If you don't teach, you will change your nature. The way of teaching is to be professional. "

The more he read, the more excited he was.

This is comparable to the sage's speech! It must go down in history!

He read these excitedly, then took out his pen, ink, paper and inkstone, unfolded a piece of white paper, and began to write on it with a brush, but the handwriting on it seemed to be the content of the book.

Zhong Li didn't know anything about this. Instead, he was discussing with the village head about this year's harvest.

"Ginger is growing well now, but the fields in our village, with this year's ploughing and intensive cultivation, are growing well. Even the poor and inferior fields before are growing better than before."

Zhong Li smiles and nods to the village head.

"Not bad, not bad. But what about those duck seedlings? "

She bought so many ducks and duck eggs before, just to let the hatched ducks come, and then they can be provided to the restaurant, and the farmers can get more money.

"At this point, I would also like to thank you, the banker. If it wasn't for your prescription, now we would not be so confident in the future."

Every day, everyone is happy and says what they are doing. They are more active than everyone else.

In particular, as mentioned by Zhong Li, people's feces are all concentrated in several pits. Now the temperature is getting higher and higher, and there are more and more insects one by one.

Every day, everyone rushes their ducks to their respective places in batches, so that they can go back after they have enough to eat.

Now it's only a little more than a month, and now these ducks have begun to lay eggs.

And these eggs are sent back to those special hatching ducks to continue hatching.

Then the life of the whole village and the tenants is getting better and better.

After listening to the explanation given by the village head, Zhong Li continued to nod with a smile.

"Not bad, not bad."

But then she thought of another thing.

"If you hatch eggs, not all duck eggs can hatch. Where is the rest?"

The village head mentioned this, but he didn't think of anything. He just pulled his lips and said with a smile.

"There are not many duck eggs hatched. Most of them are thrown into the septic tank."

septic tank?

How painful it should be!

Clock from the whole person changed face, quickly let the village head to find people, be sure to save those duck eggs."Why?"

The village head looked confused.

Zhong Li just smiles.

"Maybe the village head hasn't eaten it, but it's good for people. It has a special effect, especially for men."

The village head's eyes brightened.

"Is that true? Have all the doctors seen it? "

Zhong Li laughs and finds someone to find some eggs to cook for the village head.

Half an hour later, the village head looked at the fried eggs, boiled eggs and roasted eggs in front of him. He couldn't help but round his eyes and looked at each other in horror.

"Can you eat this?"

He took a mouthful of saliva. After all, it really tasted good.

Zhong Li smiles. He squeezes his eyes at the village head, lowers his voice and opens his mouth with a smile.

"Village head, as I said just now, these things are very useful for men. I can give you a method. If you want to make up for it, you can try it. All the others are collected for me. Our restaurant needs to order more

The village head nodded fiercely. He tasted the things in front of him, but he couldn't help thumbing up.

"Yummy, yummy."

Before long, a new dish appeared in huibafang restaurant, and it was the main dish.

Some people like it, some people don't like it. But when the man who ate it came home, he suddenly found that he was much better at something. After thinking about it, he went to experiment for a few times, which finally proved the use of this dish.

In just a few days, the Maodan of huibafang restaurant has become a famous dish here.

As time goes by, the time for the clock to appear in the restaurant becomes shorter and shorter.

In the field, a group of people are cutting wheat. They are talking and laughing and waving scythes. The joy of harvest is that they forget their fatigue. From morning to noon, Zhong Li comes to deliver water to them with a kettle. Their joy is also infected by her. Before they get to the field, they can't close their mouths with laughter.

Here, it's all their land, their stuff.

Once upon a time, the family was poor.

Once upon a time, she was looking forward to finding her way home.

But now, in her heart, she was worried that if she left now, what would she do at home?

After all, there is the black hand behind it. I'm afraid they can't cope with it at all.

Zhong Li welcomed his first harvest in this anxious and happy mood.

The crops in the field are growing well this year because of the abundant rain.

Clock from looking at so much food, can't help frowning.

She had planned to crush the soybean in the field and use it directly as fertilizer, which would increase the fertility of the field.

But in today's era, how many people can't even eat, how can they

In particular, the village head has protested against his idea more than once.

So, she had to give up the idea and make more retted excrement in the future.

Seeing that the age of grain maturity is coming, in this era of war and chaos, there are so many grains that can be regarded as a large amount of income. Zhong Xiaohua thinks a little and thinks of a way.

That's grain.

Before he began to collect crops, Zhong Li began to ask the tenants to prepare materials and prepare to build more granaries on Zhuangzi.

It's the same as before. I manage my own food and give everyone ten Wen a day as a subsidy.

A large pot of bone soup, bubble cake silk, we eat hot, also dry hot.

It's just that if you eat too much, you have problems.

The village head finds Zhong Li bitterly.

"Banker, it can't go on like this! Before the temperature is relatively low, eat these OK, but now, only after two days, one by one has rotten mouth

Ah?

The clock can't help but stare round eyes, this just asks in a hurry.

"What's going on? What do they eat? "

The village head was stunned for a moment. Didn't the master know these?

"Bone soup!"

Zhong Li slapped his forehead and forgot about it!

Just her heart is very helpless, these people will not change it?She went on, started shopping, made wooden trays, and prepared to make the buffet of her previous life.

Unexpectedly, everyone is very welcome to these, after all, the things used are all white rice, do not eat, just smell good.

With the help of our concerted efforts, all the things were dried and put into the granary.

And the most convenient thing is that the wheat doesn't need to be threshed at all, but it can be loaded directly, which saves a lot of things.

And those soybeans, too, were collected by the clock.

She squeezed those soybeans into soybean oil.

Buckets of soybean oil were sent to restaurants, and the aroma of soybean oil filled the whole street.

Different from meat oil, soybean oil is more popular.

Originally, Zhong Li wanted to feed the soybean cake left by the oil press to the pigs, but unexpectedly, he was refused without hesitation.

Still the village head.

"Banker, it can't work! In the past, when you didn't come, the farmers couldn't eat these things at all. Now it's a bit too wasteful for you to feed these things to pigs, isn't it? If you want to feed, people in Zhuangzi can give you more pig grass. "

Zhong Li gave a bitter smile. It's really poor!

But in the twinkling of an eye, the current technology is not good. There are almost 40% or 50% of soybean oil in the beans that have not been squeezed out, so it's good to share it with the farmers.

If you can eat it, it's a bit too monotonous.

Therefore, Zhong Li tried every means for countless times to find a way to make bean curd out of the bean cake left by oil extraction, and gave it to the tenants. For a moment, every household of the whole village was jubilant and more satisfied with and grateful to their master.

This is something Zhong Li never thought of.

But originally everyone was immersed in the joy of the harvest, but something big happened in the city.