Before harvesting, sow the fantasy of the Nine Lands; after harvesting, you can touch the hope of the Nine Lands.

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When planting, you need to know the solar terms.

The Yin Li used by the Song Dynasty was one month earlier than the well-known lunar calendar. The first month of the Yin Li was the twelfth month of the lunar calendar he was familiar with.

Although the calendar is different, the most basic winter solstice is the same. On this day, the shadow of the wooden poles is the shortest, and winter is not like the summer solstice when it is full of mist and affects observation. On this day, all countries calculate very accurately.

The weather was much warmer than in the previous life. Shi heard from Wei that he had seen crocodiles. In the later generations of Song Dynasty, it was Henan. It was obviously much warmer to have crocodiles here.

The seeds in his hand can basically be harvested before winter comes, and the frost-free period is enough, and the solar term is basically the right time point for the next generation to ripen twice a year or ripen three times a year.

Only Luhua and Wei knew about Seeds. They were also the first two people who had heard of "Tianwen", so there was no need to worry that they would tell them out.

The selected land is well hidden. Although the millet always looks dejected after the ears are formed, and cannot afford to use the green gauze tent that can only be used for sorghum, it is enough to cover up some people's sight.

The three-week acres of land had already been empty. Although Reed felt sorry for pulling out all the well-grown grain seedlings, they were also filled with joy after germination of corn, cotton, peanuts, sesame, etc.

Sweet potatoes are placed at home and use moist sand to stimulate tender buds; potatoes are scattered in the soil and buried deep in the soil to embrace the sunshine with the power of life; sunflowers are most afraid of flocks of birds when they grow up, and they are planted in the courtyard, and are somewhat similar to the phoenix tree before they bloom...

What surprised the reeds and reeds the most was not that these seeds really sprouted, but that they were suitable for planting.

Before dawn, I took the wooden plow and went to the field.

Dig deep into the originally soft land, and use a simple stone hoe to prepare the ridges and soils. In one step, this is completely different from other places.

At noon, when others rest, they carry a willow basket and pick up dog shit and cow dung from the fields. Every evening before having dinner, they will run into the mud pool, dig out a basket of mud, and fill it on the three acres of small land of their own.

Between each row of ridges, the unsmelling mugwort leaves are buried carefully, allowing the mole crickets and maggots who are accustomed to living underground to move away helplessly and stay away from this unsmelling smell.

A few days before planting the seeds, I leaned against a small shed built up by a cool mat every night to scare the mice that came out at night.

Corn pollination depends on the wind, so corn must be planted very densely. Otherwise, the pollen will fly around and fall on the ears, and the corn kernels will be sparse like the teeth of a 70-year-old man.

Carrots like water and fertilizer, and need to dig deep into loosening the soil. Otherwise, the carrots grown on the stiff land cannot be called ghost fingers, or the ghost looks like Wu Dalang that day.

Sweet potato leaves like to take root. If you need to move these roots away, you need to take more roots at this time to grow more tubers.

Pumpkins like to crawl, so they can’t get too close to peanuts, otherwise they will cover up the peanuts…

Different crops need to be used by different means.

Farming is a technical job, not the least technical job, but this technology has penetrated into the hearts of everyone in the descendants of the Xia Dynasty, so that people think that this is the most humble and technical job.

In Wei's opinion, this is not the one who is the one who is the one who is serving the nobles in the private fields of the nobles in the distance.

If the land is to be used like this, it will be exhausted to death. The family will have more than 100 acres of land. This kind of intensive farming is not possible.

How could he know that before the era he was familiar with, there were many people and few lands, and meticulous farming had become the instinct of farmers, and it was no longer the rough years of the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period.

In just one month, my shoulders became thicker because I carried the basket all day long, and my hands had calluses left by intimate contact with wood all day long, and my body was also lost.

In addition to being busy with his own affairs every day, he also has to help with the work of the reeds and reeds during the day. Even if the brother and sister don’t need it, he still does this. From the perspective of mutual benefit, his family lacks the most labor force, and he is a long-term worker who only eats and doesn’t have to worry about it. No one will get tired of it.

At night, I support my tired body and tell stories to adults and children, tell some simple disease prevention, and some simple and practical handicrafts that can be done in slack farming.

When I was so tired that I couldn't bear it, I would hide in a place where no one was, cheer myself up, tell myself that I always have to endure great hardships if I wanted to do big things, and that the first wave of harvest scares everyone, so that I can talk about the ghosts of heaven and brighten my mind, and that I can gain a reputation before Mozi comes back.

Humans are the most tenacious and endurable animals. They are even worse than cows and horses, and everyone does not know where their limits lie.

Shi didn't know, but this month later, he knew that he could endure so much pain.

Two months later, it became even hotter.

After a summer rain, those expensive seeds, with strong vitality, constantly stretching their arms towards the sky.

The four-row corn is as thick as the thumb of the nobleman who has been pulling bows all year round; sweet potatoes are covered with the small land and are still expanding; potatoes are not smuggled from America and have no natural enemies; sesame seeds are rising and have bloomed yellow flowers; wild bees and butterflies dance in the pumpkin flowers as big as the palm of the child; sorghum is too little to be considered a green gauze but also stands straight; the first male flower of peanut has fallen through the soil and wants to meet the female peanut...

Under the simple pergola next to it that can block the scorching sun and summer rain, reeds and reeds have become regular visitors. They are looking at these growing crops with joy, but they can't see enough no matter how hard they look.

Compared to the scattered seeds all over the sky, the crops in rows are like the most elite soldiers, and they are indescribable. The green leaves and yellow flowers blooming produce the hope of yielding stones per mu that I heard a few months ago.

I chose two carrots, dug them out and washed them and handed them to the brother and sister. The crispy and sweet taste was fragrant, and Luhua thought it was the best thing she had ever eaten.

I have long since disappeared when I heard the word "Ghost Point" and I am full of gratitude to the Heavenly Ghost.

The juice rippled between the mouth and tongue, and I couldn't bear to swallow it, but chewed it into a fine sand-like paste common on the Shangqiu River, and felt it carefully with the tip of my tongue.

After the crisp sound, Luhua handed the remaining half to Shi.

"Why don't you eat?"

He didn't answer and smiled and said, "I'm tired of eating it. Now the ghost finger is a good thing. Even if you eat it every day, you won't be tired of eating it. At least it's better than hungry. But we ink people hope that people in the world are tired of eating the ghost finger, and finally found that it's still delicious to millet, millet and wheat."

Luhua thought, how could anyone get tired of eating ghost fingers? If you choose it yourself, you would rather eat ghost fingers every day, but it would definitely be sweet if cooked.

Maybe one day I was really tired of eating it, but at most I found that millet and sorghum were better than this ghost finger. What is wheat? How can it be better than this thing?

After biting off the crisp sound of the ghost finger, Luhua approached Shi and whispered: "Brother, you must have never eaten wheat? Marinated is not delicious. No matter how long it is cooked, the skin will not taste good."

She thought, you must know whether the things like ghost fingers, Mo Yu, Xia Kui are better than me.

But I have eaten too much wheat, it is really not delicious. If you say that wheat is delicious, others will laugh at you.
Chapter completed!