The Reborn Lady is Farming

   "There is news about the calf you asked me to inquire about," Qin Butcher took out a few pieces of paper from his pocket and said, "You want seven hundred calves all at once. I can't find so many for a while, only these."

   Mu Yangling opened it and found that the towns and towns on the pipeline from Xingyuan Prefecture to Jiangling Prefecture were all marked, which should be the investigation they did when they were looking for mutton sales.

   "It's not complete, but it also covers five or six points. Do you want it? If you want, we'll bring it to you when we come back. I don't earn you how much, just five dollars per head, how about it?"

   Mu Yangling said with a smile: "Then thank you Uncle Qin, but the road is not safe, so buy less for the first time. By the way, I will not only want 700 pieces this time, but I will keep them as long as you can."

   Qin Butcher raised his eyebrows in surprise, and Mu Yangling explained, "My cattle farm has expanded again."

  The cattle farm has expanded again, and there is also sufficient labor, so Mu Yangling naturally wants to raise more cattle.

A half-year-old cow can go to work in the fields, and one and a half-year-old can mate to give birth to a calf. Mu Yangling calculates it very clearly. If you raise it for one winter, these cows can be used when ploughing the field in spring. After spring, some old cows are ready to mate for breeding.

   In this way, in just two years, the cattle in the cattle farm can be sold and supplied. She believes that one day, every farmer here will be able to own a cow.

Mu Yangling went to collect sheep for them with great ambition. This time, she only brought Bo Wen by her side, and the two drove the mule cart around various villages, because she had already collected sheep once last year, and everyone was familiar with Mu Yangling. , the old way, take her to her own sheepfold and let her choose, all two or two.

   This time, it was Bo Wen who was in charge of calculating the money and dealing with the villagers. Mu Yangling was only in charge of catching the sheep and watching the sheep, and he said no more than ten sentences along the way.

   At first, Bo Wen's face was a little red, but when he saw the people on the other side, they bowed their heads and listened respectfully to him, and his sister didn't interrupt, and he gradually became calmer.

   Mu Yangling drove the sheep to butcher Qin and Butcher Hua, and settled the account on the spot.

   Mu Yangling took Bowen back and asked him, "How do you feel?"

   "The peasants are too bitter."

   Mu Yangling was taken aback for a moment, she asked him how he felt about the communication, but she didn't bother with this question, just continued to ask: "Then what?"

   "Sister, if you can really cultivate good seeds and increase the yield as you said, then this situation may be broken. Sister, I also want to go home and farm."

Mu Yangling's hand was itchy, but he still didn't hit anyone, he just thought about it and said, "Bo Wen, do you think farmers are suffering only because of the low yield of grain? This is just an objective reason. The people are hungry, and the people are still suffering during the harvest. When the people are prosperous, the people are suffering. When they die, the people are also suffering. Think carefully about why this is."

   "Okay, this is your homework this winter, write a policy theory, and I'll check it when I go home for the New Year."

  Bowen's eyes widened, but since the young lady taught him to face difficulties, he just pouted and responded, it seems that he will stay up late at night again.

"Since you want to write this strategy, you can't just follow us. You have to go deep into the people and experience them first to know where they are suffering. So tomorrow morning, you will eat the same porridge as them, take Let’s go and cut grass with a sickle, chat with them, and ask them how their previous life was like, how they became victims of disasters, what is the way to escape this way, and what are their plans for the future, young, small, Young people, young people, old people, men and women, you have to ask, go ahead."

  Bowen felt that this task was too arduous, but he went back to the house and wrote the outline, and decided to find children about his age tomorrow, and then find those three or four-year-old children...

Bowen also knew that when he entered the crowd, he wanted to become the same person as them, so he spent a whole night trying to find his oldest clothes. After thinking about it, he took the clothes outside and played against the stones, so the next day he appeared in front of everyone wearing clothes that were too worn.

   Xiuhong and Xiulan opened their mouths when they saw Bowen like this.

   Even when the Mu family was in the most difficult time, Mu Bowen, the baby of the Mu family, did not wear this kind of clothes.

   Mu Bowen's face was slightly red, and he said, "Cousin, others like me can't tell who I am, right?"

  Mu Bowen's hair was scattered a little, and he was wearing tattered clothes and some ash charcoal on his face, so he really couldn't see his original appearance.

   Knowing that he was going to practice among the victims, Xiulan looked at her pitifully and asked her sister timidly, "Sister, should I go too?"

   "You don't have to go," Xiuhong frowned and said, "You are with the children in our military camp today. The new ones are too rebellious. If you go, you will be bullied."

   He was here to inquire about the news. It was the same everywhere. Since that was the case, he naturally had to choose the simple one, so he nodded.

  Xiuhong went into the house and filled him with millet porridge, and there was a side dish on the table, and said, "Hurry up, the workers are here too, you have to catch up with them."

   "Cousin, I have to go out and eat with them. You should eat this millet porridge."

Xiuhong and Xiulan couldn't help but be taken aback. This millet porridge is the privilege of Bowen, and there are also barley and yam in it. It is a therapeutic recipe prescribed by Mr. Pang. Millet is not cheap, but barley is more expensive, not to mention that yam can only be found in I bought it in the pharmacy. My cousin worked so hard at the beginning because of the high cost of Bowen diet therapy.

   "If you don't eat this, what will you eat?" Xiuhong asked in a daze.

   "I went out to eat polenta with them."

   "How about that?" Xiuhong was secretly anxious, "If we eat too much of that polenta, our stomachs will feel very bloated. You have a bad stomach, how can you eat it?"

Bo Wen smiled and said: "Pang Pang said that my body has been taken care of, and now my stomach may be stronger than yours, okay, this is my sister's arrangement, if I don't eat the same as them, how can I have a relationship with them? Can they talk?"

   Xiuhong immediately took out some porridge from the bowl and stuffed it with him, saying, "Then eat some stomach pads first, hurry up, or I won't let you out."

Bo Wen could only eat a small bowl of millet porridge before he was released. He took a small bowl and trotted to the crowd to line up. The grandmother who was making porridge for him saw his small bowl and was stunned for a moment, then lifted it up. He glanced at Mu Bowen and poured him a full bowl, but he was muttering in his heart that this kid is a fool, whoever comes to make porridge doesn't always have a big bowl?

   The one over a year old was lining up with a big name not much smaller than his head tightly, but this one took a small bowl.