Rebirth in another world is good for farming

There has been a saying in the field all the year round: You don’t need to learn to farm in the field, what others do is what we do.The implication is that even if you don’t have farming experience, as long as you follow most of the rhythms, you will be fine.

The summer rains were wild and brutal, and there have been several rains since that day.Dryland crops such as peanuts and soybeans that have just been planted will not be very good if they encounter such weather.In the past few days, more and more people are planting sweet potatoes in the field. Many people have temporarily dropped the peanuts they are planting, and planted sweet potatoes first to catch the rain.Zhang Xiaoliu waited and watched for two days, and felt that if the sweet potatoes were planted at this time, it would be very easy to survive.This also corresponds to that sentence, only by following the footsteps of most people in farming can we catch the right time.

Sweet potatoes can live by planting vines. It is expected that sweet potatoes will be planted in the second half of the year. Zhang Xiaoliu has already planted a row of potato vines in the vegetable field.At this time, each section was cut into two tussah lengths, and with a hoe carrying the retting manure, they set off in the rain.Mai Mai was young and was ordered to stay at home for fear of getting sick in the rain.

The soybeans harvested last time estimated that there would be five or six buckets of beans in the end, and there were two big bags of corn, so Zhang Xiaoliu put all these sundries away first, and this time the entire acre of dry land will be planted with sweet potatoes.When he was hoeing the field that day, he heard Zhao Zhengze say that the grandson of the fifth uncle's family had been sent to a private school, and Zhang Xiaoliu realized that now all the members of his family could not recognize any of them.Because he himself has been studying for nearly 20 years, he has never considered this issue during this period of time.It’s just that now I think about it, if they can learn to read some characters, not to mention what kind of articles they are writing, it would be great to be able to recognize some documents and learn to write their own names.Otherwise, they wouldn't have envious expressions when they talked about "Lingjun" who could read and write.

Now that you have an idea, the first thing to do is to save money.Although the family does not have much income now, there is no need to try to save money for the children like other families for the time being.There is no surplus millet to sell, and the family does not even have a single valuable property, and the vegetables in the vegetable field are only enough for the family to eat.All these things, I can't think of anything that can be exchanged for silver.Finally, I thought that if I could raise a big fat pig, it would be worth a few dollars.But there is no shortage of things to feed all year round. Zhang Xiaoliu can only pin his hopes on the sweet potatoes grown in this dry land.

The sweet potatoes in winter can generally grow to a relatively large size, so they dig deep when digging trenches.Plant a sweet potato vine at a distance of one foot, cover it with a layer of fine soil first, then sprinkle a layer of fertilizer, and finally fill up the dug out ridge.Facing the drizzle, the two spent a day and a half planting the sweet potatoes.At this time, the seedlings in the field also grew a layer of fine green, and in the fields and mountains, a new season of crops began to grow again.

The rain in summer comes and goes quickly. After two or three days of rain, the sun is shining again.But at this time, most people have planted sweet potatoes, and when the accumulated water in the ground is drained, they can just grow peanuts again.It can be seen that for this kind of weather, the people here already have their own set of sophisticated methods to deal with it.

Of course, you can’t be idle while waiting for the transplanting. This is the time when the vegetation on the mountain is at its most lush. It’s just because everyone is busy with the fields and has no time to go up the mountain, so they can still grow freely.After the busy season of farming is over, most of the families are busy going up the mountain to cut thorny weeds and firewood.Farmers use the most firewood. Steaming rice, cooking and boiling water are indispensable for everything, so going up the mountain to cut firewood can't be left behind all year round.Zhang Xiaoliu thinks that his fighting power is low and his speed is slow. If he doesn't mow some grass at this time, when every family starts to go up the mountain, the thorny weeds that are closer will soon be mowed, and then they can only go deeper. go to the mountains.

In the morning, I went to the field to look at the sweet potatoes, and replanted the ones that did not survive in time. At noon, when the sun was at its maximum, I tied straw ropes at home.The so-called grass rope is a rope that is connected with several sections of straw, and it is also used a lot in farmers' homes. Generally, this kind of grass rope is used to bind firewood, thorn grass, and branches.They also weave more while the stalks are still fresh, and save them for later use.It was not until near the end of Shenshi when the sun began to weaken.

Although they are not yet familiar with going up the mountain, the two of them have had several experiences.The current thorn grass has not been harvested much, and it has not gone far.When they got to the mountain, Zhang Xiaoliu went to cut the thorn grass first, and Zhao Zhengze went to chop firewood.When the sky was a little bit darker, no matter how much firewood there was, I started to pack my things and go down the mountain.If there are any leftovers that cannot be picked back, we will leave them until tomorrow when we go up the mountain and pick them up together.

Wheat's cooking skills are getting more and more proficient, and he will go to the vegetable field to find ingredients by himself, almost without Zhang Xiaoliu's intervention.When it gets dark, returning home to wash off the mud, and then being able to eat delicious meals, is already an enjoyment compared to many people who are still struggling to survive.

There was no extra activity after dinner, the four of them sat on the small bamboo chair that Zhao Zhengze had made, and the cages with the big chickens next to them clucked one after another.Somebody in the distance came home at night, causing the dog in front of the house to bark wildly.In this way, they gathered around the house to pass some time, and when the night breeze cooled down or fell asleep, they went into the house to sleep.

However, Xiao Liu and Xiao Song were the most boring people in the past few nights.Since Xiaomai has a sewing basket, she has tidied up the leftovers from the last time she cut clothes. Recently, she is thinking about how to buy shoes, and she often needs to sew a few stitches under the moonlight.From time to time, Zhao Zhengze took the things he had engraved to look at them carefully, and occasionally saw him adding something to the things he had engraved the next day.

"Hey, where did you find this piece of wood?" Today Xiaosong was impatient and went to bed early.Zhang Xiaoliu first sent Maimai and Xiaosong into the house to watch them fall asleep, and when he came out, he saw Zhao Zhengze holding a piece of brown wood with a diameter of three or four inches and thinking hard.

"It's the peach branch I picked up on the mountain. I cut off the oblique branch next to it, and this is the only one left." Zhao Zhengze turned the wood in his hand and said in a low voice.Ever since Zhang Xiaoliu knew that he liked to carve and draw on stones or blocks of wood with a knife, and he didn't say anything about him, he didn't hide it anymore. Whenever he was free, he would pick up some stones and go home from time to time.

Hearing what he said, Zhang Xiaoliu remembered that when he was on the mountain in the afternoon, he did mention that a peach tree was about to die, and saw that he pulled some fallen branches back, but he didn't expect that there were such thick branches among them. branch.It is said that the peach tree has been around for decades. In March and April, you can see peach blossoms all over the tree, and in July and August, it is full of fruits.It's just that the mountain peaches don't taste very good, and few people pick them to eat.

"Do you also want to carve this piece of wood?" He leaned to the side and sat down. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, it would be hard to imagine that in such a place where food and clothing are even worrying about, there would be people who would be so leisurely doing carving. thing.

"I've seen the peach tree Ruyi on Uncle Bingwen's body. It's really pretty." Zhao Zhengze seemed to acquiesce to his words, and carefully recalled the things he had seen before, but this piece of wood was straight and there was no turning back. Can't do what you want.

"Uncle Bingwen?" Zhang Xiaoliu asked suspiciously.Ruyi is not something that ordinary people would wear on their bodies. It is just a burden for those who have to do farm work, not to mention that he has never heard of a person named Bingwen in the village.

"Don't you know Uncle Bingwen? After he became a scholar, he went back to the village to worship his ancestors. Firecrackers were hung outside the ancestral hall of his grand uncle for three days. He also named me." Zhao Zhengze was a little surprised, even though he was only five years old at that time. Six years old, but he still remembers the excitement at that time.But speaking of it, Xiao Liu was only three years old at the time, and there have been fewer people discussing it in the village over the past few years, so it doesn't seem surprising that he doesn't know.

"Scholar?" Zhang Xiaoliu didn't need to hide in front of him, he just pretended that he had no impression of this person at all.Hearing that the other party is a scholar, he became a little interested and asked suspiciously.

"That's right, Uncle Bingwen's family is in the town, and his studies are the best in the private school, and he passed the scholar examination soon. Later, I heard that he will go to the township examination!"

"How's the result of the township examination?" No wonder the Zhao family has a bit of prestige in the village, as it turned out that they had produced scholars.Although they are no longer in the village, they are from the same line after all.It's just that a scholar here can only win some applause in the countryside. Whether he can gain fame in the end depends on the rural examination, that is, whether he can pass the exam.After winning the examination, you can be released from office, and you can also enter Beijing to apply for the examination.

"I don't know. They moved away later, and I haven't heard the news." Zhao Zhengze shook his head, thinking that Uncle Bingwen is a very powerful person, but he also knew that it was not easy to win the exam, so he didn't know it in his heart. affim.

After hearing this, Zhang Xiaoliu felt that maybe he missed it at all.Otherwise, such a matter of honoring the ancestors, how could they come back and talk about it.He has always found it strange that among so many simple names in a village, there are still puzzling names like "Zheng Ze" and "Ling Jun".It wouldn't be surprising if he was born as a scholar, but what kind of poem did Yuemo come from.

"Do you like engraving these things just because you saw his things?" If so, the influence of that person named Bingwen on him is not completely useless.

"No, my dad used to like to carve things." Zhao Zhengze shook his head. The figure of his dad sitting by the door and holding a knife to carve things in his memory became more and more blurred, but he always remembered the feeling of his dad holding his hand to teach him.

He tilted his head and thought about it for a long time, and it was difficult to recall some words: "My father said that in the past, when the farming was slack, an old man from another village would often come to sell this kind of small things carved from peach pits. Time. When I was young, I liked the little peaches, kiwis, and rabbits he carved very much, so he taught me to hold a knife."

It was the first time Zhang Xiaoliu heard him talk about himself, it sounded a bit sad, but he didn't know how to comfort him.After a long time, he said, "Your dad sounds really nice, and he still plays with you with these things." Which child in the general village didn't grow up under sticks and scolding?In fact, they may not know what kind of sticks make filial sons, and it’s not that they don’t love their children. It’s just that it’s not easy to raise a family on weekdays, they work hard, they are stressed and short-tempered, and they are naturally impulsive.Carving such delicate gadgets is just a waste of time for most people.

Zhao Zhengze smiled and nodded: "My father is very kind to me and me. In the past, my uncle never steamed enough rice. He always waited until we were full before eating. At that time, he wanted to have a meal with my uncle. The family separated before, but my uncle was not very willing." Thinking about it now, according to my uncle's fussy personality, he probably saw that his father could help with the work, and that there were fewer people eating than his family.

Zhang Xiaoliu actually went with him, but he didn't want him to be sad anymore, so he didn't intervene, just listened to him slowly.