What could be wrong with the salted fish attack?

Jing Mo carried the pine leaves home and was about to go to the village chief.

When he was about to go out, he thought that there was still the crispy candy he bought last time in the ring, so he took it out, mixed it together, and prepared to take it to the village chief.

He put the remaining pieces of pastries in the cupboard.

Think about eating when you are hungry.

Then he went out to the village chief's house.

I just didn't expect to meet the village head halfway.

Coincidentally, the village chief also wanted to find him.

When the two met halfway, the village head said first, "Where are you going? I'm looking for you."

Jing Mo stopped in his tracks: "I'm going to find you too."

"That's right, go to my house and talk about it." The village chief turned around.

At this time, it was not far from the village chief's house, and the two stopped talking on the road, and entered the village chief's yard. The village chief asked him to sit down first, and then went to make tea.

Jing Mo sat under the tree and put the oiled paper bag he was carrying on the table.

After a while, the village chief also made tea.

"I asked about the fertilizer. Most people in the village think that it is difficult to give you two acres of land just in time for Xia Zhong."

The village chief said from the very beginning that a representative vote was needed, and only half of the votes would be distributed to him, so Jing Mo was not surprised: "What if I buy it?"

"...cough, if you buy it, it costs four pennies a load." Embarrassment also appeared on the village chief's face.

How could Jing Mo not understand after hearing this?This is not not giving him enough money, but giving it for nothing.

Jing Mo wasn't surprised at all, otherwise he wouldn't have said what to buy in advance.

The village chief and the others took care of him, but he was still a stranger at heart.

"Then do you estimate how much farmyard manure is needed for two acres of land?"

"I don't know how your land is planted. After the land is plowed, the weeds that have been cut will be burned first and used as fertilizer. Moreover, this land has not been planted in the first half of the year. It is very fertile. You only need to plant it after planting. If you add fertilizer again, it will take at least ten loads at a time."

Fertilizers will also be applied in the later stage. Based on this figure, it is about one hundred yuan. This is a large amount for others, but Jingmo doesn't care: "Yes, as long as you manage enough."

Although the village chief didn't promise that this matter would definitely be done, he still felt ashamed to some extent when facing Jing Mo with a calm expression on his face: "That's not a problem."

"In addition, after the land is plowed, I need someone to help me divide it into ridges. The scale is the same as that of planting peanuts and beans, and the subsequent planting."

"it is good."

"One more thing, is there someone in the village who records the growth of plants?"

"You mean Tuntian Division? There isn't one in the village. What are you looking for?"

But Jingmo played tricks: "Ask for me to see who in the village can read and is interested in farming. If there are any, you can come to me."

"When it comes to farming, which old man in the village is not an expert?" the village chief retorted.

Jing Mo just shook his head: "Ask."

The other party insisted, and the village head had no choice but to agree.

At this point, the two of them sorted things out, and then Jing Mo said another thing: "May I know who is willing to give me the manure for free?"

To be honest, not many.

The village chief was ashamed to speak, and also afraid of raising opinions, so he kept silent.

Jing Mo didn't force it, he smiled: "Success, if there is nothing else, I'll go back first."

"Row."

Jing Mo returned home.

Not long after he got home, he took out the pork belly and put it away for cooking later.

Since the pork belly is sold with ribs these days, the ribs can be removed and steamed separately.

That's why I took it out first and prepared it for a while.

As soon as this was done, there was a knock on the door.

Jing Mo thought it was the woman selling bran, and went to open the door, only to find that it was a boy of about six or seven years old with two small thongs tied up.

Next to the boy was a bamboo chicken coop that was bigger than him.

Seeing this, Jing Mo understood his identity: "Are you a child of Uncle Hai's family?"

The child said crisply: "Grandpa asked me to deliver chicken coops to you."

Grandpa...seeing that Uncle Hai is only in his 40s, but even his grandson is so old.

But when I think that people in the past got married early, it's not surprising.

"Thank you for making the trip, come in, and I'll treat you to a pastry."

The child wants to eat, but dare not.

There was longing in his eyes, but he shook his head firmly.

Jing Mo was amused by him: "What's your name?"

"Nan Shu."

He asked all kinds of questions and answered them all.

Jing Mo raised the chicken coop and led him in: "This is a reward from adults to children, you can accept it."

Nan Shu was actually a little afraid of him. After all, to him, Jing Mo was a stranger, and he was taller than his father and grandfather.

"Grandpa said you can't eat what a stranger gives you."

Leading the child into the yard, Jing Mo said, "If I were a stranger, your grandpa wouldn't let you deliver the chicken coop."

"..."right.

Although children are precocious, they cannot beat adults after all.

Jing Mo put the chicken coop aside, went into the kitchen, and took out the pastries from the cupboard.

Open the package in front of the child, eat a piece, and then tie it back.

He saw the child swallow with his own eyes: "I ate it too, no problem, you can take it back and share it."

Fortunately, he is not a greedy person. There is not much to eat in this box of pastries. If you just taste the taste, the family is still enough.

The child got a good thing, and his face was very happy: "Thank you uncle."

"..." Well, at his age, he can afford to be called uncle.

"Go back, be careful on the road."

"Okay, goodbye, uncle."

"Goodbye."

After Jing Mo sent him away, he carried the chicken coop to pack the ducks separately.

He was pecked several times while catching ducks.

At that moment, several ways of making ducks appeared in Jingmo's mind.

After packing the duck and pheasant separately, Jing Mo called for water to wash his hands, looked at the chicks running all over the ground, and then entered the kitchen.

He separated the ribs and pork belly.

Just after chopping the ribs, I heard a woman outside the door shouting: "Jing Mo, are you home?"

Jing Mo recognized the voice, it was the one who said to sell chaff to him.

"Yes." He responded and walked to open the door.

The woman carried twenty catties of rice bran in a cloth bag.

Jing Mo quickly took the things over.

The woman said: "This is the twenty catties of rice bran you want, please check it."

Jing Mo opened the rice bag according to his words, reached in, and checked the rice bran.

Rice bran is the husk that comes off from rice grains, which is obviously not a fine thing, not only rough but also harsh.

"no problem."

"That's fine. Is your family famous?" The woman still believed in the quality of her things.

"I believe you, how much is a catty?"

"That's more expensive, five cents a catty."

It's a penny cheaper than flour.

Twenty catties was exactly one hundred Wen, and Jing Mo had just enough money on his body, so he paid the money on the spot.

"This bag of rice..."

"...Wait a minute, I'll find something to pack." But he went around the utility room, but he didn't find the basket.

Wanting to borrow it from Fifth Uncle's house, the woman seemed to see his predicament, so she took the initiative and said, "Then I'll get it later."

"Then thank you, miss."

"No problem."

The woman turned and left.

Although the rice bran is dry, it is still a bit reluctant to use it to feed the chicks.

Chicks have small throats, so they must be carefully raised in the early stage, and the rice bran must be ground with a stone mill.

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Although there is no way to be thick and long at present, it is still possible to update earlier, love you all.

Pre-received article: "When I woke up, my wife ran away"

When Chu Xu woke up, he found that he was not only a married person, but also a well-known scumbag in the village.

He got a daughter-in-law for nothing, and before he could completely change his image, the daughter-in-law took the money he earned and left a letter of divorce and ran away.

Chu Xu, who is short of money and manpower: "..."

The daughter-in-law ran away, and she just chased her back.

From then on, he escaped and chased, and he couldn't fly with his wings.

Farming + Brother Wen Shuangjie