Chapter 47: Transplanting cucumbers to the county town

Zhang's father was just talking happily, and the yamen run in hurriedly. It was a big deal for him in this unhealthy solar term. As soon as he entered the door, he sent the document and described it in the original form according to the county magistrate's words.

The yamen runner was arranged to go down. Zhang's father looked at the document and thought the two children could not understand it. He explained it again, so the class had to be stopped. Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Juan returned to their house to think about the solutions.

"Xiaobao, the county magistrate said we should transfer part of it. What do you think?" Wang Juan considered the consequences of doing so. The cucumber seeds that were transferred seemed to be difficult to live.

"I agree to transfer the cucumbers from a house and transfer them to someone else's summer cucumber fields. I will make them today. If the cucumbers on them are not picked, they will be placed in the same place." Zhang Xiaobao agreed.

"I'll be frozen to death."

"Yes, it's just that the cucumber seeds are frozen to death, which is auspiciousness. We can continue to eat the rest of the things we have left, and we can eat them for a long time." Zhang Xiaobao said with a wink at Wang Juan.

"Smart people who can be liars are different. If you want to see someone, you need to demolish the house. The project is too big, and the rice seedlings that move out a piece of land will lose a lot of money. Now it's a time when the green and yellow are not allowed to take it." Wang Juan understood now, and reached out to pinch Zhang Xiaobao's face and praised.

Zhang Xiaobao was pinched without moving, expressionlessly, and after a while, he spoke, "Tell all the merchants in the farm and tell them not to spread it, such as others' provocation, intimidation, and temptation, you can arrange this matter and be proficient."

"Okay, but there were children from Gezhuang watching that day. What should I do?" Wang Juan was indeed familiar with these things, and suddenly thought of the people from the outside village that day.

Zhang Xiaobao also slapped his forehead regretfully and made a mistake. He didn't think so much at the beginning. The child would definitely tell others when he went back, and the adults would know that if the people who came to investigate were idle and had nothing to do, what should I do if I asked the people in Gezhuang? This is very likely.

"How to do it?" Wang Juan couldn't think of a solution.

"Yes, what's the solution? How to deal with it? Buying Gezhuang? It's not easy. Well, the cucumber seeds have been brought to the county government office in advance by the county magistrate, and they are planted there, just doing it."

Zhang Xiaobao's little hand kept bounced on his legs. This was his habit. He would do this when encountering difficulties. Finally, he came up with a solution, and Wang Juan nodded in agreement.

"I've been magistrate...? Okay, I understand, so I'll do it like that. Move all the house over and get two more cars. Now the snow has begun to melt in some places. Let the magistrate find a better piece of land, pick the cucumbers, keep them warm, and wait until the people above come, and there are cucumber seeds alive.

Everything has nothing to do with our Zhuangzi. If someone really comes to Zhuangzi to see it, I will burn it all in a fire. This method cannot be revealed, unless it can be exchanged for the benefits that make us moved. This method can not only grow cucumbers."

The two of them took the decision and asked someone to find the yamen runner. They would not treat him to dinner today. They gave him two taels of silver and asked him to go back and tell the county magistrate immediately, and asked the county magistrate to arrange all matters.

The yamen runner also knew that things were a little difficult to deal with, so he took the money, drank a lot of water, rode a horse that had not yet recovered, and rushed back again.

Waiting for the yamen runners to leave, Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Juan also began to get busy. Such things cannot be estimated, especially Zhang Xiaobao had no idea about the people who came from this state.

Bales of firewood were piled next to the ground behind. Whenever any bad news came, the firewood would be lit. Some people had already put some wood on the wall and pushed the wall at that time.

Waiting for everything to be prepared, it was already dark, Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Juan were relieved, and they lay on the kang and stopped reading, and they rested early.

Sanshui County, Yamen, Magistrate Cheng also learned about what happened there. After thinking about it, he finally circled a piece of land by the river. He first let someone remove the snow, then dig out all the soil below, and use a torch to grill the lowest frozen soil. The dug soil was slightly processed and filled back again. Everything was considered appropriate.

The next day, all the merchants in Zhangjiazhuang moved and helped to carefully dig out the cucumber vines from the soil. They all had soil under them, and the racks on the top were re-made and placed on the car. The surroundings of the car were blocked with cloth, and the trucks began to transport them to the county town.

The things on the car are precious, and the car is slower and slower, but it has been a whole day since we haven’t arrived. When night falls, we have to check if there are people around and light some fires to keep the cucumber seeds on the car warm.

During the operation, Song Jinggong and the Wang family's housekeeper personally suppressed the formation, and the two of them did not dare to sleep, so they had to sit next to the fire to watch.

"Butler Wang, are you thirsty? Eat a cucumber." Song Jinggong picked two big cucumbers from a car, and without washing them, he rubbed them with his hands, removed the thorns, opened his mouth and chewed them, and chewed them up.

Butler Wang took the cucumber and looked at the car that Song Jinggong had just opened the Buman, thought for a while, and asked, "Young Master Song, will the Liangfeng enter the car?"

"I don't care if he can. In fact, if these things are transported, don't expect them to be transported back. Just deal with some people and have a few living people." Song Jinggong said indifferently, chewing cucumbers in his mouth, and his voice could not be heard clearly without listening carefully.

Butler Wang thought about it for a moment and nodded, "Young Master Song said, I won't get it back anyway. That's just right, the driver of the car will be one by one."

The car that Song Jinggong had just opened was opened again. The driver found the larger cucumbers as fast as possible, picked them down, and sent them one by one.

These people gathered around the fire, ate and chatted, waiting for the horse to rest, got on again, rushed forward, and arrived at the place in the middle of the night.

Song Jinggong and Butler Wang thought they would stay outside for one night and talk about it tomorrow morning. Who knew that as soon as the convoy arrived, someone from the yamen came to pick it up, and lit torches one by one and went straight toward the land circled by the river.

Someone was waiting there, and County Magistrate Cheng also came here in person. He had never seen cucumber seedlings. He had eaten a lot of cucumbers these days. When he saw the convoy coming, he made people look forward to the surrounding areas and did not allow anyone else to approach.

As the cloths on the cars were rolled up, the cucumber seedlings appeared in front of me. Eating cucumbers and seeing cucumbers grow were different. When I saw so many cucumbers hanging on them, except for the people who sent them, everyone, including County Magistrate Cheng, showed a look of surprise.

"It's indeed unusual. It makes people feel comfortable when they look at it. I wish I could pick one off and try it myself." County Magistrate Cheng sighed, and the yamen runners and county magistrates around him also nodded, especially the county magistrate. He had decided to bring his mother to see it tomorrow at dawn. The vigorous vitality in the snow was really shocking.

With the order of the county magistrate, the yamen runners began to send the seedlings into the digging pit, poured a little water that was not so cold from the house on it, and then used the cloth brought from the car to surround it, blocking it.

It’s not over yet. Light a circle of fire outside the cloth and arrange a guard every five steps, so that the torch can’t be burned.

"Sir, it's done here. It's late at night and it's too cold. I'd better go back and take a break." The county magistrate found two thick clothes, wrapped himself up, and decided to stay here, and persuaded County Magistrate Cheng to go back.

Cheng Lingxiang nodded and was about to leave. He walked out a few steps and came back again. "Forget it, I can't sleep even if I go back. Please let me get some food and drink. I'll wait here."

Cheng Lingxiang was really worried. Today is only 11th, and there are still four days left. The most worrying thing is that if you get through the first night, it’s easy to say. I will do it tomorrow as it will be like this. If I can’t get through, it will be a little troublesome when people come from above.

Song Jinggong and his group didn't care. They found their own places to rest, and rushed on the road continuously, leaving the crowds and horses.

When the dazzling but warm sun rose the next day, County Magistrate Cheng rubbed his red eyes, opened a gap to look in, and looked after a few glances but couldn't see if it was successful. He had to call someone who knew about farming. This person could only take a glance and make a clear picture of it.

"Sir, it is estimated that 30% of the seedlings will die in about three days. It is hard to say what is left. It is probably 20% that can survive ten days." The man thought about it carefully and said to Magistrate Cheng.

"Okay, okay, that's good. If you die 30% of the time, you will die 30%. If anyone is going to die, pick all the cucumbers on it, keep the big ones for cooking, and pickle the small ones."

Cheng Lingxiang was completely relieved when he heard that there were still some rice seeds that could last for a long time. He squinted his eyes and asked someone to send them back to his residence behind the yamen, and all other things were handed over to the county magistrate.

When the county magistrate Zhang Mingsheng saw that he was the largest in this place, he took a sniff for a while and waited for the sun to rise and asked someone to go back to pick up his mother to come and have a look.

In a while, Zhang's mother came. The old lady was not old and was not sixty yet, but she was not in good health. She was helped down from the car by the county magistrate Zhang Mingsheng, then looked around and asked:

"My son, why do you want to ask my mother to come? Don't worry, if you have trouble, you have mother here, and I will make the decision for my son. If it really doesn't work, I will go and beg your uncle and the others."

From these two sentences, Song Jinggong, who had already come by, knew that the old lady came from a scholarly family. Thinking that she had no relatives, she couldn't help but sigh. If her mother was there, she would definitely protect herself like this.

"Mom, it's a good thing for the child not to cause trouble. Mom, come with the child, and I will take you to see the good things." The county magistrate helped his mother walk to the place blocked by the cloth little by little, gently opened a little gap, and let the mother look in.

"Cucumbers, so many cucumbers, my son, is this true? Who has such great ability to grow cucumbers at this time? I am the blessing of the Tang Dynasty." Zhang's mother looked inside, and her originally turbid eyes immediately became much brighter and she said excitedly.
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