After dressing as a widow

There were more and more people following the team, many of them didn't even know what they were doing, they just followed to watch the excitement, and walked out of the city gate in a mighty manner.

Seeing so many people at once, the soldiers guarding the city gate thought something had happened, and stared at it with the saber in their hands, until they saw Gaotong, the official who was walking in the front, heaved a sigh of relief.

Limu is the official they have contact with the most besides the yamen servants, and they can see Lord Limu coming in and out from time to time.

I just don't know what Master Limu is doing with so many people today.

Most of the land in Lizhou is flat, and the mountains are not high. When you go out of the city gate, you will feel that the sky is open and the earth is wide, as if you can see the end of the sky at a glance.

Lin Zhen stood on the open space and said, "Here it is." He brought the nearest long stool held by the common people and dumped it vertically on the ground, and then put the sieve on top so that the sieve stuck on the stool There is an oblique angle between the legs and the surface of the stool.

"Everyone has a long stool at home, so putting the sieve on it can save a lot of effort when sifting soil."

"Come on, you dig a dustpan of dirt first." Lin Zhen stepped on the stool leg on the ground to fix it, and held the sieve on top with both hands.

The crop Han Nuonuo, carrying a hoe and a dustpan, said: "Is the mud here good? Don't you want to find a fatter one?"

Lin Zhen nodded: "Success, just tap the back of the hoe when digging the mud, so as not to form a ball, the mud balls won't mix in the dung water, the effect is not good, and it will crush the seeds."

Seeing that he spoke clearly and logically, the peasants had some confidence in their hearts, and followed his instructions to shovel off the top layer of grass first, and then dig the soil.

They are all farmers who have worked for many years, their arms are full of muscles, and they shoveled off a piece of grass as soon as they went down with the hoe, but Lin Zhen had an intuitive understanding of the hardness of the land in Lizhou when he looked at the place shoveled away by the hoe .

With such strength, if you were in Liyu Village, you could have dug a hole, but here it was just shoveling off a little turf, and it was still the farming season. Cut out a seal.

No wonder the land reclamation rate in Lizhou is so low, it really costs too much manpower, and the people at the bottom cannot afford it.

Muscles in the arms of the farmer wielding the hoe twitched. After a while, he dug out a pile of soil and smashed the lump of mud according to what Lin Zhen said. The other farmer immediately put the dustpan in front of the pile of mud and waited for the people next to him to shovel the soil in. Lift it up and pour it into a sieve.

"Wow——" The dry soil smelled like green grass, Lin Zhen said, "Sieving the soil before composting is to reduce the gravel and mud lumps in the compost soil, so that the loose soil can be mixed with manure to the greatest extent, and the effect after fermentation better."

After finishing speaking, Lin Zhen shook the sieve on the top, rustling, fine soil leaked through the holes of the sieve, and what remained in the sieve were stones and hard lumps of mud.

Lin Zhen picked up a lump of mud and said, "It's like this. If you press it on the seeds, they will be crushed by him when they germinate, and they won't come out. After a long time, they will be ruined by the rain."

The peasants who surrounded him nodded. They tended the crops all year round, and after a long time, they figured out some of the tricks inside. Indeed, as Lin Zhen said, the seedlings that were pressed by stones and mud balls basically did not grow. come out.

Lin Zhen dried the soil in the dustpan seven or eight times, and there was already a pile of fine soil underneath. He looked at it and said, "That's all, bring up the dung and water."

Things were ordered from the beginning, and the yamen servant brought two large buckets full of dung to Lin Zhen. Many peasants couldn't bear the smell and stepped back holding their noses.

Lin Zhen rubbed his nose. He knew that the big guy's farming method was relatively rough at the moment. He dug the ground and made a hole, threw the seeds in and waited for God to reward him with food.

There is no use for any manure except weeding.

The city people who came with the farmer felt that Lin Zhen, who was so beautiful and unusual, wanted to play with such dirty things as manure, and they felt that it was really inconsistent.

And the food planted by this thing...

Thinking about it makes me feel sick.

Lin Zhen asked the person carrying the empty bucket to come over, scooped up half a bucket of manure, then added half a bucket of water, and then poured it on the sifted fine soil: "The manure used for composting can be thicker, and the fertilizer must be sufficient to put The soil is completely soaked, and when it is fermented, it can rely on the heat emitted by itself to make the soil crisper and kill the bugs inside."

After pouring two buckets of dung water, Lin Zhen asked the farmer to pass the shovel to him, and stirred it to determine the humidity of the soil. The dry fertility is not enough, just like it is now," Lin Zhen used a shovel to shovel a little bit of dung water, just stuck in the soil that would be wet a little later, and showed it to the surrounding farmers.

"Okay, follow what I just did, and get started with it yourself, and I'll demonstrate it to others." There are too many people, and they don't have the shooting equipment like modern times to take pictures and play them over and over again, and the speed of transmission is extremely fast. Here He is alone, and there are many people, and the people who can be seen around him are limited, and he has to be divided into small groups to teach.

The people behind who were blocked and didn't see jumped up there anxiously, trying to look over the heads in front to see how Lin Zhen said to teach, but there were too many people who thought the same as him, and they only saw heads one after another, what? None seen.

Seeing Lin Zhen coming out of the crowd at this moment, he hurriedly surrounded him: "Boss Lin, we were standing too far back just now, so we didn't see it, can you teach me again, just one time will do."

Lin Zhen smiled: "Don't worry, my task today is to teach you all!"

The peasants who thought that Lin Zhen only taught them once showed surprise and gratitude on their faces, so good, so good!

People who are divided into piles first learn to compost, and then learn the ratio of manure to water. Since manure is directly used on crops without time fermentation, Lin Zhen repeatedly warns them to use manure that has been used for a while. , can not be fresh manure, otherwise it will burn the seedlings.

And if there is not enough manure, you can use perishable fresh pigweed and weeds, and throw it into the cesspit to have the same effect.

Lin Zhen taught meticulously, and the peasants learned it seriously. Those city people who came to see the excitement also understood what the government people were doing. It turned out to be teaching the peasants how to farm the land, and they needed to use such dirty things. .

But they were also shocked by the effect of compost and manure water. According to the government, after using compost and manure water, each mu of land harvested in autumn this year can produce [-] to [-] catties more than the original production of [-] catties. Ten catties, that can feed many people!

None of them have many relatives and friends in the village. Although they don't need it, they can learn it and teach them.

After a busy day, Lin Zhen, Gao Tong, and the yamen servants walked towards the gate of the city under the grateful eyes of the peasants who were about to return to the village.

Lin Zhen, who was equivalent to working for a day, couldn't even lift his hands, and his calves were trembling.

Gao Tong saw him like this, and said in a very gentle tone: "Boss Lin, if you wait here, the next official will take a few yamen servants back and ask them to set up a carriage to pick you up."

"No, it's not a long way anyway, and we'll be there in a while," Lin Zhen said, "It's just a good time to blow the wind and disperse the smell on your body. You should stay away from me, and don't be suffocated by me."

He has been dealing with feces all day, and he is the one who smells the most.

Gao Tong couldn't help laughing out loud: "Boss Lin is tired today, this time we've all looked at it seriously, if you have to do this job next time, Boss Lin can take a rest."

The yamen servants were also kind to Lin Zhen, who had been dealing with dung and water all day, and even dared to joke with him: "Boss Lin, you are very safe now, no insects or ants dare to pounce on you!"

Lin Zhen gave the yamen servant who said this a thumbs up: "It's true."

He endured the soreness in his calf, "Let's go faster, go back early and rest early, and wait for the people to count the number of acres of wasteland and report it. There is still work to be done."

"Yes." Gao Tong and the yamen servants replied, although they had been busy with Lin Zhen outside the city for a day, they were full of energy.

And those farmers who rushed back to their respective villages, because of the different distances from the state capital, some rushed to the village before dark, and some arrived home in the dark at night.

Yang Village is a little far from the state capital, and it was already night when the village head took Yang Mazi and the others back to the village, and the sky was shining with stars.

Before the five of them entered the village, they saw two torches burning at the entrance of the village, and the figures of several people were faintly exposed under the torches.

Yang Mazi's eyes were sharp, and he recognized his elder brother whom he married only last year. After walking dozens of miles on the mountain road, he felt a surge of energy in his body. He ran ahead of the village chief and several elders, and came to his husband: "Little Yuan, I'm back!"

If it wasn't because he was tall and looked strong enough to scare off a lot of people, the village chief wouldn't have taken him as a junior. Seeing him looking for his brother in such a hurry, with a slightly tired face There was a smile from someone who came over: "This kid, what are you doing in such a hurry, Fu Lang can still run while standing there!"

Yang Mazi's husband was also happy when he saw him come back, but he was worried about being surrounded by acquaintances, so he was embarrassed to show anything outside, so he just looked at him closely: "Why did you come back today? Things are not going well. ?"

"It's going well, it's going well, Xiaoyuan, I want to open up a lot of wasteland, plant a lot of food, feed you fat, and buy new clothes!" He is almost two meters tall and looks ordinary. In the village, almost no one dared to provoke him, and now he was as happy as a big dog, with his tail spinning and flying around his husband.

Fulang, who was called Little Polka Dot, was slender, handsome, and fair-skinned in the village.

When he looked away, he was still frowning because the harvest might not be good this autumn, and now his husband, who was exuding excitement all over his body, said embarrassedly: "You are outside, you should calm down."

Yang Mazi had a few pockmarks on his face from chicken pox when he was a child. He was about to speak when the village chief and several elders of the village came up a few steps behind him: "Come back to the village, and we'll talk when we go back to the village, Yang Mazi You run fast, go door to door and tell people to come to the ancestral hall. Let's count together tonight to see how much wasteland each family wants to open up, and report the land to the government office as soon as possible, and hurry up when Quyuanli still has grain. Open the ground and plant."

There are only a few days until the end of the plowing season. As long as there are no lazy people in the village, the fields at home have been planted. If you don't rush, the output in the autumn harvest will be less.

When the business came, Yang Mazi didn't cling to his husband for the time being, and ran to the village with a promise.

The people who came here to wait for them were all family members. Once Yang Mazi left, his husband Xiaoyuan stopped talking and just stayed quietly. The eldest son of the village chief's family was aroused by Yang Mazi's appearance just now. Following behind the village chief, I couldn't help asking: "Father, did you meet someone in the government office? The composting manure and other plowshares mentioned earlier should be fake. Where will they fall in the sky?" Where's the pie?"

The old village head reprimanded him: "Where Master Zhizhou would lie to us, it's all true!"

The eldest son of the village: "???"

The younger generation of another family was also curious, "Village chief, the compost and manure are real, can we really go to the government to get plowshares and grain seeds!?"

The village chief suppressed his excitement with his rough old face, "I'll talk about it when someone comes. This is a great thing for us!"

The people who came here to wait for them were all curious, but they could only wait. Soon, they arrived at the ancestral hall in the village.

The villagers who had already fallen asleep were called up. If Yang Mazi was not so tall and burly, he could have picked them up just by looking at them. After two days of going to the government office of the state capital, I had a clue, so I rushed to the ancestral hall in my clothes and shoes.

There are oil lamps and torches burning in the ancestral hall, shining brightly.

The village chief stood at the front, looked at the villagers of Yangcun who had almost all arrived, and said loudly: "Fathers and fellow villagers, the people in the village and I have just returned from the state capital, and we have some good news for you!"

The villagers below couldn't help talking in a low voice. Everyone knew why the village chief went to the state capital two days ago. .

Could it be that this thing they thought was a joke to coax ghosts is actually true!

The villagers all pricked up their ears and listened carefully.

The village chief said: "Master Zhizhou specially asked Boss Lin to teach us how to make compost, manure and water, and we will distribute Quyuanli and grain seeds in a few days. Master Zhizhou said that the money for Quyuanli and grain seeds will be counted as this year's money. The autumn harvest and next year's autumn harvest will be converted into grain and sent to the state government office."

"And Mr. Zhizhou's uncle, Boss Lin, also said that if there is a problem with using compost and manure to feed food, he will compensate us with [-] catties of output per mu of land!"

"It's true!" Immediately, some villagers were pleasantly surprised.

Others couldn't believe it: "Is it going to happen? What is Master Zhizhou planning? He taught us how to plant land and gave us plowshares and grain seeds on credit?"

"Ignore them, as long as they can fill their stomachs! Village chief, my family has five acres of wasteland, which is right behind my house!"

"My house also has five acres!"

"My house is ten acres!"

The village chief looked at the family who wanted to open ten acres of land, and scolded with a smile: "Your family has ten acres of wasteland, but I think it would be good for your family to open four acres of land. The grain seeds don’t need money for the time being, but in order not to waste them, the yamen servant will be sent to check, if you report so much, there is not so much wasteland, and you will be spanked carefully!”

The faces of those who are eager to open up ten acres of land are burning red, "Then follow the village chief's instructions, four acres of wasteland."

Yang Mazi also raised his hand and recorded five mu of land with the village head.

He was an orphan. He grew up eating a lot of food when he was a child, and then married his current husband. There were only the two of them in the family.

But he was famous for his strength and hard work, and the village chief didn't mention him like he said about that family, and forgot five acres of wasteland.

The ancestral hall was bustling like never before, even busier than when people come here to worship during the New Year's festival. When it was time to leave, it was almost dawn. Yang Mazi and his husband Xiaoyuan walked to their house. Yang Mazi bent over and whispered to his husband. Lang said: "When the wasteland is opened up, and I get Quyuanli and grain seeds, I will go to work in the field. You cook at home and send it to me. When the grain comes in, buy two catties of meat to eat first, and then give it to me." You can buy some sweets and cakes, I saw someone selling them in the state capital, it looks delicious."

Xiaoyuan listened quietly to him. Although Yang Mazi was an orphan, he was tall and worked hard. There were still women who wanted to marry him, but he was born weak and grew up. I can't do much work myself.

Xiaoyuan looked at him with a smile on her pretty face.

That's great, he likes the smile on his husband's face, which is more dazzling than the sun.

Not only Yang Village, but also other villages have almost the same scene. The villagers are called together to count the number of land reclamation. The three or four acres are less, and the population is ten acres. Grain grows.

Lin Zhen felt that he was completely marinated by the smell. He didn't know if it was a psychological effect, but he could still smell it after taking a shower... He made him wash it again, and by the way, he asked Jiang Fulang to add water to the water when he boiled it. A little grass.

The bath water with Youcao added was very effective. Lin Zhen smelled his wrist, and there was a faint and quiet fragrance, so good that he couldn't help but take a few sips.

During the day, he followed Qualcomm and the others to the outside of the city to get compost, manure, deer and cattle, as well as the daughter and brother he bought. He collected some secluded grass dug and sold by the people in the city, about a hundred catties .

Lin Zhen reckoned that there would be more people selling Youcao tomorrow. Youcao grows in a wide range and is easy to find outside the city. In panniers and pockets.

After two days, they dug more secluded grass in their hands.

Tomorrow he will be able to recruit workers and start making jade powder and distilling Youcao flower dew.

Lin Zhen was tired all day, and he felt drowsy when lying on the bed. Before going to sleep, he thought about it, wondering if Gu Lin is doing well now, and those old and cunning merchants agree to use bonds to raise grain?

Lin Zhen's eyes were completely closed, and his breathing became even. Lu Lu, who was waiting outside, came in softly, and extinguished the candles on the table, leaving only one, so as not to bump into Lin Zhen when he got up in the middle of the night.