The Reborn Lady is Farming

It's not that Li Jinghua didn't let Xiaobao play with Xiaoxiong before, and he didn't care about Mu Yangling, but now he brought some enthusiasm, Mu Yangling suddenly realized that Lichun even noticed it, so it seems that his feelings are not wrong. .

Li Jinghua likes Xiaoxiong very much, and there is nothing wrong with Xiaobao and Xiaoxiong brothers having a good relationship, so they often let the two children play together, but it is not an uncontrolled laissez-faire, such as naps and late nights, Li Jinghua Jinghua doesn't say that he asks Xiaobao to sleep in his own room every day, but it will not be the same as now, as long as Xiaobao asks, he will allow him to sleep with Xiaoxiong.

   The relationship with Mu Yangling was good in the past, but it was more of a sister-in-law. Unlike now, Li Jinghua is still good to Mu Yangling, but he has two more enthusiasm.

   Mu Yangling thought of the current situation and knew it in her heart. She didn't explain to Lichun, but said, "I'm young, it's not wrong for my sister-in-law to care more about me."

   Qi Xiuyuan has now occupied half of the country, and Qi Haoran's state capital recaptured from the Western Xia army, although I dare not say that it accounts for two-thirds, but it is not a lot.

  If Qi Xiuyuan becomes emperor, Xiaobao may be the future prince, and Qi Xiuyuan will have more sons. Qi Haoran's love for Xiaobao will be a strong support for Xiaobao.

   and can affect Qi Haoran, she and the child are one.

   Mu Yangling was not sad, but felt that the world was changing.

   No matter what purpose Li Jinghua is better for her, she will not tell the girl, lest Li Chun and others underestimate Li Jinghua.

   Mu Yangling adjusted her mentality, accepted Li Jinghua's offer to her, and did not reject her intention to bring Xiaobao and Xiaoxiong together.

   Li Jinghua smiled deeply when she saw it, and said to Wen Cui: "Everyone said that A Ling is not smooth, but I think her heart is wide enough to surrender everything."

Wen Cui didn't understand, and Li Jinghua didn't explain much. She just sighed in her heart. If she was Mu Yangling, even if she didn't get arrogant, she would be slightly annoyed in her heart. Mu Yangling is tolerant.

   Thinking of this, although Li Jinghua still showed enthusiasm towards Mu Yangling, he was more sincere, which made Mu Yangling somewhat baffled.

   But she was not in the mood to investigate further, because the snow began to melt, and as soon as the snow melted, the land was planted, and everyone had to start preparing seeds. The village chief came to the door and asked Mu Yangling what he planned to plant in the wasteland.

  After all, Mu Yangling had the final say on planting.

   Mu Yangling asked Chen Ming to take out a bag of sweet potatoes and open it for Lizheng and the village chief to see.

   The two were surprised, "Isn't this a sweet potato?"

   Mu Yangling nodded, "I let you plant this."

The village chief was a little tangled: "Fourth grandma, this thing is eaten as a vegetable. We can grow this thing in more than 100 acres of wasteland, and we can't eat it. This thing is easy to grow and live, but it is not easy to preserve. Dead light, this stalk will rot if it is not dug up."

Mu Yangling nodded, "I know, all you have to do is plant them and sell them to me. It's just the same. I don't have many sweet potato vines here, and I don't have many stems, so each family will produce some if they don't have any. I have to help the village head to find it, I paid for it, but what I came forward to do..."

  The village chief and Li Zheng said busyly: "Fourth grandma, don't worry, leave the matter to us."

Mu Yangling nodded slightly and said regretfully: "Actually, that wasteland is not bad for growing corn. Although the ground is thinner, corn is drought-resistant and cold-resistant. "

  Li Zheng smiled bitterly, "Fourth grandma only said this when she lived in the north. It's too difficult for us in the south to get corn seeds, so those rich and noble families can get them and plant some."

Anger flashed on Mu Yangling's face, and said, "Corn has been grown for several years, and the southern climate is good and can be planted twice a year. It stands to reason that this thing is not as good as wheat, rice and millet, and it doesn't matter if it flows out. Why does the big family hold it in their hands and refuse to let it go out?"

No wonder Mu Yangling was angry. She didn't know about it in the north before, but only when she arrived in the south did she realize that after those seeds were distributed to Huangzhuang, aristocratic families and officials' homes, few of the corn seeds that were planted in the future would be enough. into the hands of the common people.

  Let's not talk about Huangzhuang, but only talk about the aristocratic clan and officials. They handed over the limited seeds to the farm for planting, and strictly ordered the seeds to be leaked. Once they were found to be hiding or stealing corn seeds, the whole family would be killed, which can be described as strict.

   If the first year is to save more seeds, then the second year, the third year, until now?

   There is corn for sale in grain shops, but they are all ground. The price is cheaper than flour and rice, but more expensive than coarse grains.

  Because they are all ground, most ordinary people have no access, so they have not grown corn for so many years.

   Even the average small landlord has no seeds to plant.

What makes Mu Yangling strange is that grain shops in the north, such as Xingzhou, Hanzhong and Lin'an, have whole seeds for sale, but there are very few of them. The merchants heading north did not dare to sell corn seeds.

   Mu Yangling didn't know if Qi Xiuyuan's handwriting was among them. After all, if corn could be cultivated in the south, maybe there would be fewer rebels.

  Although there are starving people in the north, there are fewer people than the south, where the climate is better, and there are few rebellions.

After Mu Yangling arrived in Lin'an City, she also planted corn in her own village. At first, it was for testing purposes. Later, she also wanted to spread the seeds. However, when she ordered Zhu Liang to sell the corn, Zhu Liang did not. They just grind the corn and sell it, or transport the seeds back to the north to sell it to Xiying. Even the farm closest to their Zhuangzi has not sown corn.

This was also the reason why Mu Yangling suspected Qi Xiuyuan. After that, Mu Yangling didn't care about this matter anymore. At this time, she was just annoyed, she picked up the sweet potato and said, "This thing can not only cook, but also Can make food."

   "We know this," the village chief said, not surprised at all, "this sweet potato can really fill the stomach when cooked, but if you eat too much, your stomach will be full, sour gas and heartburn, so I don't dare to eat more."

Li Zheng smashed it, smashed its mouth, "How about you say corn is good, that stuff can fill your stomach, and it's highly productive. I heard that they still make cornmeal, I bought it back and asked my wife to bake it, and it was delicious. , although a little coarse, but not worse than semolina, but unfortunately we can't get the seeds."

  Lizheng and the village chief looked at Mu Yangling eagerly, and asked cautiously, "Didn't the fourth grandmother come from the north? I heard that there is no restriction on selling seeds there."

  Mu Yangling said: "I can buy seeds, but it's too chaotic outside, and it can't be shipped. If you want to plant it, you will have to wait until next year. This year, you can only plant this first."

   It's not that he couldn't make it, but the movement was so great that Mu Yangling didn't dare to make a big movement now, just because he was afraid that people would notice their whereabouts.

   "You can also grow wheat..." The village chief tried to persuade.

  Sweet potatoes really shouldn’t be eaten too much, otherwise they would be willing to have a variety of them. If Mu Yangling didn’t harvest them after planting them, they would have to rot at home and work in vain.