After dressing as a widow

Lin Zhen glanced at his family and said, "Gu Da said that those local people have been using this method all year round. The fine soil mixed with dung can emit a high temperature, which can not only kill the small bugs in it, but also It can burn those grass seeds and reduce pest damage."

"If our family wants to use fertilizer, we can do it now, otherwise the fertilizer pile will burn the seedlings in less than two months."

The people on the table were all peasants, and it was clear that Lin Zhen was talking to Father Lin about farming, but he didn't know what the dung inside was.

Father Lin frowned: "Can you burn seedlings?"

Lin Zhen: "The seedlings will be burned if they are not stacked for a long time. It will be fine after two months. When planting, put a bunch of them in a hole, and when the seedlings grow up to the height of your fingers, add water and dung once. It is as high as your knees. Time to chase again."

"Moreover, putting fertilizers won't affect the next year's harvest. On the contrary, it can improve the fertility of the land. In a few years, our fields will almost become top-quality fertile fields."

High-quality fertile fields!

Not to mention Father Lin, everyone else looked like they were dreaming.

Father Lin swallowed his saliva, gritted his teeth and resolutely said, "I won't go to the field tomorrow, I will sift the soil at home to make fertilizer."

"The head of the family..." Dad Lin understood everything. The method of getting rich in the field that Brother Zhen heard from no one knows where, and his father was really moved.

Father Lin was happy and hopeless, it was a field that the family depended on, if the harvest was lost because of Brother Zhen's method, what would happen to the rations of the dozen or so people?At that time, the family members will definitely blame Zhen Geer.

Second Sister-in-law Lin, who always only did work and seldom talked, said in a muffled voice, "Has anyone used the fertilizer that the third brother mentioned?"

The others looked at him too.

Lin Zhen hurriedly said: "It was Gu Da who saw someone use it outside, and I also heard from him."

"Otherwise, we will only do two or three acres of land this year. Let's see the harvest. If it can be successful, we will get more next year."

He didn't blame his family members for asking questions over and over again, because everyone has been farming like this since ancient times, and they would definitely be afraid if something new that was not guaranteed came all of a sudden.

Finally, Father Lin patted the table: "If you want to do it, make it bigger. This fertilizer will be used in the fields at home. Take a good rest tonight and sift the soil tomorrow!"

The pillar of the family spoke, and the matter was completely settled.

Lin Zhen heaved a sigh of relief. He knew in his heart that fertilizer must be useful, so he couldn't help being happy for the Lin family's successful year.

The next day, the Lin family did not go out to dig the ground. Instead, according to Lin Zhen, they put a bamboo mat with holes on a long stool that was erected at a slant. Big Brother Lin and Second Brother Lin poured soil on it. Mrs. Lin and Mrs. Lin shook the stool below, rustling and rustling, and fine soil leaked down.

Then Father Lin and Lin Zhen shoveled the soil to the corner of the wall, mixed the excrement and water in the latrine according to a certain ratio, and poured it on the mud.

Lin Zhen, who was already a little rich man before crossing over, was almost sent away by the smell, but he could only do it with his head depressed as he watched Father Lin, Father Lin, Brother Lin and Brother Lin, who were sweating profusely in the yard.

Aunt Zhang's house is next door, smelling the domineering smell and coming over from the fence: "Oh my God, what are you guys from the Lin family doing, what are you doing with that dirty thing?"

Father Lin, who was carrying the water, said: "Brother Zhen got a method from other places, what is it called composting, it is said to be able to fertilize the land, and the family wants to try it."

Aunt Zhang and Aunt Lin had a good time, and she didn't hide what she said, "You are all crop handles, don't be fooled by Brother Zhen's few words, the people in these ten miles and eight villages have never heard that that thing can work. farming."

She said to Lin Zhen again: "Your parents love you and follow you around, you can't take the whole family into the ditch!"

Father Lin hurriedly defended Lin Zhen: "Whether it succeeds or not, it's just a try, it's just a waste of effort."

Father Lin, too, wiped the sweat from his brow: "It's all soil and water, it's okay if it's useless."

The amount of compost in an [-]-acre field is not small. The adults and children of the Lin family had to work hard for seven or eight days before they could finish it completely. They piled up in the yard like two small hills.

They didn't avoid people when they did it, and within a few days everyone in the village knew about it, some watched the fun, some persuaded them, and some came to ask what the fertilizer was for.

But everyone felt that the Lin family was fooled by Lin Zhen and didn't take the fertilizer seriously.

Those who are doing good things will deliberately make jokes when they meet Father Lin and Father Lin on the road, saying that their work is wasted.

But no matter what they said, the two small hills in the yard were piled up, and slowly emitted heat as Lin Zhen said.

And with the completion of the Lin family's manure pile, the end of the new year has come.

Snowflakes fell like goose feathers, and except for the two small hills in the yard, there was a layer of white snow piled up everywhere else.

Lin Zhen was wrapped in a cotton robe and glanced out of the window, a lot of snow fell on his head and face instantly.

Father Lin pulled him to sit by the fire pit, patted the fine snow on his shoulder: "You go out to see the snow even though it's so heavy, you don't know how bad it is until you have the wind and cold!"

The little ones next to them covered their mouths and sniggered. Lin Zhen turned around to be photographed by Father Lin, and lazily said, "I just want to see if Father and Brother are back? Do you want to pick them up on the road?"

There are still three days before the Chinese New Year, and there is nothing prepared at home, so Lin's father and Lin's eldest brother, Lin's second brother, went to the town to buy new year's goods early this morning despite the heavy snow.

Before leaving, Lin Zhen quietly gave Father Lin half a coin and asked him to buy a pig's head back.

Father Lin didn't want it at first, but he reluctantly agreed because of Lin Zhen's headache, and didn't ask him why he bought pig heads that the locals didn't eat.

Father Lin reached out and took the bamboo basket containing the needlework from the shelf next to it, and pulled the thread on the yellow wax several times, and then threaded the needle to make shoe uppers: "It's still early, and I have to walk for about two hours on weekdays. , now it’s snowing even slower.”

"But the people in the village make an appointment together, so nothing can happen."

The thread pulled through the yellow wax is smooth and not rough, and it makes a sound when passing through the starched upper.

Mrs. Lin and Mrs. Lin also made shoe insoles, and a piece of yellow wax, half the size of a fist, was passed around among the three of them.

And Chunxiang Xingxiang Huaixiang who got new clothes, Lin Xiaoyao and the eldest son of Lin Ersao's family sat beside them, picking wild taro roasted in the fire pit, and handing the first one to Lin Zhen after it was cooked.

Lin Zhen peeled the skin and took a bite, only to find that the wild taro was very numb, with a powdery taste and no taste.

Aunt Lin smiled and said, "For coaxing the children, there is still a piece of sorghum cake in the house, and I will cook it for you."

Lin Zhen quickly waved his hand: "I'm not hungry."

He didn't know what was in the house, but a few days ago, Lin Xiaoyao had mentioned that Aunt Lin said that he would fry it to make a dish during the Chinese New Year, and he would lose it after eating this dish.

He quickly changed the topic: "Sister-in-law, I see that the fertilizer in the yard is fermenting very well. I dig it with a hoe yesterday, and the fertilizer inside is starting to soften."

The composting at home is definitely the most important thing at present. When he said that Mrs. Lin and Mrs. Lin’s sister-in-law, Mrs. Lin, both said: "You can get oil from the soil at a glance. Do you see the pile next to the vegetable garden? It’s winter There is actually a cabbage growing on the ground, with fat branches and thick leaves, and sorghum and buckwheat can’t be wrong.”

"I saw it too. She looks really good, and she didn't freeze to death in such a cold day." Mrs. Lin's natal family is in Liyu Village. So eye-catching.

He looked at Lin Zhen and said, "Third brother, I want to ask you, can this method of composting be used by my father's house as well."

Lin Zhendao, who didn't want to hide it at first, said, "Why can't it be used? Now everyone hasn't seen the harvest. They don't believe our family's method."

"When next year's grain comes in, there will definitely be more people coming to ask for solutions. When the time comes, we will let our father become a master again."

Father Lin beside him was overjoyed: "Just like your father, you can still be a master, and you don't know a lot of big characters."

Lin Zhen raised his chin: "Father, just watch it then."

The second sister-in-law Lin who got his words was very happy, she pursed her lips and thanked him.

The second sister-in-law Lin’s original name was Zhao Xiu, her family was worse than the Lin family’s, her father died young, and she had to rely on Zhao’s father to bring up the four brothers alone, but the family had little land, so until now only Brother Zhao married his brother, and the other two My brother's marriage was very difficult, and I said countless things, but it was put on hold because of lack of money and house.

Seeing that her two older brothers were almost thirty, Zhao Xiu was so anxious that she couldn't sleep all day and all night.

He was brought up by his elder brothers in turn. He knows that his elder brothers are all good peasants. Not a very good sister-in-law, it's better than being alone for the rest of my life.

A few people were talking and working in the house, and in the evening, there was a sudden noise from the fence. While breathing, Father Lin and Brother Lin walked in with their baskets on their backs. Their heads, faces, and body were covered with thick snowflakes. frozen together.

They quickly got up to pick up the backpacks of several people, patted the snow on their bodies and pressed them to the fire pit.

The basket that Lin Zhen picked up was filled with a piece of pork, two liang of white noodles and sorghum noodles. He asked Lin's father who was rubbing his hands, "Father, where is the pig's head you bought?"

"The one on my back." Second brother Lin pointed to the one that was carried by Lin's second sister-in-law to the wall. He didn't know that Lin Zhen had asked Lin's father to buy pig heads until he arrived in the town.

Lin Zhen walked over, and really saw the big pig's head facing upwards in the back basket. Because the local don't eat pig's head meat, there is very little meat on the neck of the pig, it doesn't look big, and the hair is not shaved, which looks a bit bad.

He stretched out his hand, and it weighed about eight or nine catties, and there were five catties of meat without the bones.

But soon he found that there was another one below, and turned to Brother Lin, "Buy two?"

"I didn't buy it. The butcher shop owner originally planned to throw it away. Seeing that we asked for it, he gave two of them for ten yuan, and the two sets of intestines and stomachs below didn't ask for money."

"!"

Lin Zhen looked at the two pig heads and the pig below into the water, and couldn't help giving a thumbs up. Buy one get three free.

He took out the pig's head first, and said to the people in the room: "There are two pig's heads, let's make one first today, and save the other one for Chinese New Year."

No one in the local area eats pork head meat, so Lin Zhen didn't say much at all, first scooped a few ladles of water into the pot and boiled it, and then put the pig's head on the fire pit to burn.

The hairy pig hair was burnt to give off a burnt smell, and then it became blacker and blacker, forming a layer of paste shell on the outermost surface.

Lin Zhen picked up the pig's head, put it in the basin where he usually washes vegetables, soaked it in heated water for five to six minutes, and then scraped off the paste with a piece of bamboo, revealing the scorched pig's head.

After eating his cat's ears, a few little ones who had a kind of confidence in him surrounded him, Lin Zhuzi swallowed his saliva: "Gu Da, these are all meat."

"Yes, it's all meat. Let's make the simplest cold pork head meat. It's not greasy and delicious."

Lin Zhuzi and the others didn't know what was wrong with the pig's head, and they couldn't move their eyes when they heard it was meat.

After washing the pork, Lin Zhen brought the valuables at home, a kitchen knife and an ax with a missing hole, and neatly separated the pork head from the pig's bones, washed off the blood, added water to the pot, and put the pig head in to cook. After a few minutes, boil the impurities inside, then change the water and cook again. This time, add salt, wild onion, and cornel.

No matter how little oil and water there is in pork head meat, it is still meat. As the water boils, it undergoes a magical chemical reaction with salt, exuding the unique aroma of meat.

"Gudu-"

Lin Zhuzi made a distinct sound of drooling. He greedily sniffed the scent in the air, and stuffed a few more firewood into the stove, hoping that it would be cooked now.

In fact, it wasn't just him, the other people in front of the fire pit were almost the same. The adults who didn't feel much about pig's head meat at first unconsciously slipped their eyes into the pot.

Meat, this is meat!

And it's so much meat!

Today, when I went to buy new year's goods, Father Lin only dared to cut a slender piece of fat that weighed only one catty.

With a smile on Lin Zhen's face, when the pork head was almost cooked, he took it out and put it aside.

He was about to scoop up the soup in the pot, when Father Lin said, "I don't want this soup anymore?!"

"...Well, you don't need soup to eat this meat."

Aunt Lin hurriedly said: "What a good soup, how can you throw away so much oil in it?" He greeted Mrs. Lin, "Go and wash some vegetables and radishes, this soup is perfect for cooking!"

Sister-in-law Lin and second-sister-in-law Lin also agreed, and the two washed vegetables together, adding a large pot full of vegetable leaves and radishes to it.

Lin Zhen looked at the pig's head meat in his hand, peeled another seven or eight wild onions, chopped them with cornel fruit, then cut the pig's head into not-too-thin slices, and mixed them into two large bowls.

In Lin Zhen's eyes, the pig's head meat had no chili oil, coriander, and a lot of seasonings, but in the eyes of the Lin family, it was just the opposite. When Lin's father moved the first piece, the others couldn't wait to put their chopsticks to their mouths.

The taste is slightly fatty, the spicy dogwood and the wild onion are not too delicious.

The two big bowls of pork head meat were eaten cleanly, and Lin Zhuzi and Lin Dali used the bowls for bibimbap.

Father Lin, who ate meat for the first time this year, slumped on the chair, stroking his stomach gently with a rare leisurely posture.