Rebirth in another world is good for farming

After four or five days, the wounds on Maimai's face began to scab.Probably because of the tight itching, I could still control my hands during the day, and I scratched them all at night when I fell asleep.When Zhang Xiaoliu looked again, there were indeed two marks that were darker than the surrounding skin.

The following days returned to the previous pattern. Mai Mai would rather stay at home to feed the chickens than take Xiao Song out to play.Zhang Xiaoliu himself was also busy tending the vegetable fields and fetching water for cooking, so he avoided hearing gossip from the village.

After the frequent rains, the vegetable seedlings in the vegetable field are growing fast, and five or six true leaves of bitter gourd and beans have grown, which is the right time to put in the trestles.They didn't have the strength to reuse solid wood sticks like other families, so they just cut some bamboos of moderate size, and under Zhang Xiaoliu's leadership, they inserted every bitter melon and bean plant.Although I have been busy for two full days, I am very happy when I think that the fruit will be produced in another 30 to [-] days.

The two flocks of chickens raised at home have also grown up a lot. The young chickens that were bought first have lost their fluffy hairs and have begun to grow rough hairs, and their wings can flutter and fly.This just reduces the feeding pressure, and they can go farther to eat weeds and parasites in the grass.What made Zhang Xiaoliu even more happy was that most of the chicks in this batch were hens, and only five or six were roosters.Maybe in another two months, the family will be able to eat eggs from their own chicken coops.

The marriage between Zhao Zhengguang and Gao's brother was finally concluded, and I don't know if the two brothers and Zhao Zhengze's quarrel will help. Anyway, everyone in the village knows that the uncle's family has nothing to do with each other.Under such circumstances, Zhao Datian's family would not say to help their nephew or elder brother to build a house, even if they were full of elders' airs, they might not agree.

Because the two families have been grinding on this marriage for a long time, they are not impatient even talking about the matchmaker.At this time, Zhao's family also wanted to do good things as soon as possible, so they went to the Liuli, and the other party's family didn't have much ostentation, so they counted the nearest auspicious day, which was on the sixth of next month, and it was only 20 days away.

But these things have nothing to do with the Zhang family, and even Zhao Zhengze doesn't seem to take it to heart.There are no invitations these days. Generally speaking, people who bring relatives know when they say they are relatives. There are also some distant people who still want to invite them to a wedding, so the host should notify them door by door. .Ordinarily, Zhao Zhengze, as a cousin, should be helping the bridegroom with his affairs at this time, but no one greeted him, so he didn't go to others to make trouble.

Maybe he sensed that the atmosphere in the Zhang family was too sluggish, so Dashun often sent Fulai to play with Xiaoliu.It's just that Zhang Xiaoliu is busy counting chickens every time, or pulling weeds and killing insects in the vegetable field.Later, Fulai also found out, so he simply took the fabric to make clothes or shoe soles.

"Fulai, so you still know how to wear shoes? Can I learn from you?" Zhang Xiaoliu usually felt that sitting and chatting was a waste of time, and he had to talk while working to be reconciled.Seeing that Fulai brought work to do today, it was hard to leave.

At that time, there were no household looms, and the clothes in tailor shops were not affordable for ordinary farmers, so almost every brother knew how to make clothes and shoe soles.It doesn't matter whether the craftsmanship is good or bad, it's always okay to make clothes for your own family.Just look at how inconvenient they were when they had no money at the beginning, bought cloth with all their heart, and had to pay someone to cut their clothes.Not to mention Fulai's young age, the movements of his hands are very skillful when picking up the soles, it can be said to be a flying needle and thread, which makes Zhang Xiaoliu envious.

"Brother Liu doesn't know how to hold shoes?" Fulai kept moving his hands, but the expression on his face was very surprised.It's no wonder that he doesn't know, on weekdays at home, everyone praises Brother Liu in every possible way, saying how capable he is, and Fulai also regards him as a role model for himself to learn from.

"I haven't learned it before, and I didn't have the idea to do this before..." Zhang Xiaoliu was also a little embarrassed. He didn't know whether the original body had learned it, but he was indeed very unfamiliar with it now.

"Okay, then you just start from the simplest shoe sole." Seeing that he really couldn't do it, Fulai became interested in teaching him.It's a pity that the one in his hand is almost finished, so he had to gesture and say: "We usually pack up the leftover rags at home, and the first thing to do when collecting shoes is to break the cloth shell and paste the small pieces of rags layer by layer. Put them on wooden boards, dry them in the sun and pick them up. When you want to make shoes, first measure the size, cut the cloth shell into a shoe shape, and then stack them layer by layer, and bind them densely with thick threads to form the soles. Then Find the right color fabric for the upper..."

He seemed to be talking about the things he was most interested in, but he didn't realize that Zhang Xiaoliu was confused.

"But I don't have any rags at home, so how do I practice?" Zhang Xiaoliu asked at a loss.If it is normal to make clothes, there must be small leftover fabrics. Unfortunately, the Zhang family has not made clothes for several years before, and after he came, he entrusted others to do it.

"Haven't you ever made clothes?" Fulai was taken aback. They usually learn to make clothes from Momo at the age of eight or nine, and they are also used to picking up scraps to practice their hands.

Zhang Xiaoliu shook his head.

"Then you may have to learn from the beginning... Or you should learn from me? I'm worried that I can't do it well, and I will teach you as well."

"Don't bother you, I remember cutting some cloth last time and it was useless. If you are free at this time every day in the future, I will learn from you. If you are not free, you don't have to force yourself to come here." Zhang Xiaoliu is fine. Men are not suitable for the idea of ​​needlework. At this time, the situation is stronger than others. If you don't learn this craft, it means you will always spend money to find someone to do it.He was only worried that he would be clumsy if he wanted to, and it was hard to say whether he could learn it.

"No problem." Fulai's craftsmanship is usually at the level of being picky everywhere, but suddenly he will be "apprenticeed" by a brother of about the same age, and he is very happy in his heart, and he agrees wholeheartedly.

In the next few days, Fulai came to Zhang's house to report on time, but the two of them saw the brand new fabric and were reluctant to use it for practice, for fear that it would be ruined accidentally.So it was still Fulai who taught by gestures, and Zhang Xiaoliu memorized his words.When he felt that he had figured it out, he carefully spread out the fabric and prepared to do it.

"Wheat, how about making you a body first? Come, let me measure your height."

In the past few days, when Fulai was "teaching", Maimai and Xiaosong were also watching.This day, Fulai had something to do, and Zhang Xiaoliu felt that he had figured it out. He had gone through all the steps in his mind twice before taking out the fabric.According to the size of the wheat, he took a small strip of unburned carbon from the stove and gently printed the shoulder width, sleeve length, waist circumference, etc. on the back of the fabric according to Fulai's engraving. The sides overlap, making sure that one is not high, one is low, one is long and the other is short.When the board is ready, it will be cut along the line, and then stitched.

"Brother, you can't cut it here." When Mai Mai stopped him for the second time, Zhang Xiaoliu scratched his head, looked carefully, and almost cut a sleeve in half.

"Wheat is really amazing, do you want to try it?" Zhang Xiaoliu put down the scissors, and finally found that the listening wheat seemed to be more talented than him, so he asked encouragingly.

Mai Mai only hesitated for a while, then took the scissors and clicked and cut the places that had been expected earlier, and then began to sew with needles and threads.

Is this their special skill?Zhang Xiaoliu watched from the side, thinking silently.Mai Mai should have never learned it at this age, but judging by his posture, it is obvious that he is not at the same starting point.Except that the stitches are not dense and balanced enough, otherwise it is really hard to see that it is the first time to do it.

"Brother Liu, brother Liu..." Zhang Xiaoliu was watching with pride of being proud of his younger brother, when Fulai's shout came from outside the house.

"Didn't you say you won't be free today?" Zhang Xiaoliu ran out and asked with a smile.

"Yeah, my brother's family is coming to see you this afternoon, do you want to take a sneak peek?" Fulai said the last sentence in a low voice, and it was also his purpose of coming to Zhang Xiaoliu.

"Peeping? Isn't your brother from our village?" Zhang Xiaoliu knew that Dashun was looking for his son's brother from the village, and he had already agreed a few years ago, so it stands to reason that the two families should be familiar with each other. Yes, looking at each other is just a formality.

"It's from our village, but I haven't talked to him. His home is in the east of the village! I could have watched it from inside, but he thought there were too many people, so he kicked me out." Fulai was slightly dissatisfied. Lying in the back of the house and looking at it, I felt that I lost face, so I came here and took Zhang Xiaoliu as a companion.

"You can see enough after passing the door, what's the hurry..." Zhang Xiaoliu's resistance was futile, and he could only let him drag him away.

Dashun’s house is more spacious than Zhang’s, and each house has a three-foot-square window on the wall near the back, which is nailed with thick wooden strips, which is safe and breathable. It was this small window that was convenient for the two of them.