Quick Transmigration's Extraordinary Routine

Chapter 946 I am a piece of land (6)

Fu Bao nodded, "A senior official is a great official."

Hmm~ There is nothing wrong with this explanation!

"If you want to be a high official, Fu Bao has to work hard, because to be a high official, you have to learn a lot." Qing Yao patted his head and said.

Fu Bao said obediently, "I will work hard, I am not afraid of studying."

"That's all for today." Qingyao said, "Recite yourselves well, and I will smoke them at night. If you make a mistake, you will be punished."

Song Qinghe and Yang Hehua felt pressured. The two adults were not as good as their three-year-old son.

What a shame.They have to remember well, otherwise, at night, if they are compared by their sons, they will not be able to do so.That's a real shame.

Song Qinghe and Yang Hehua recited it for a while, and then went to the ground together.

The weeds dug out yesterday should be able to burn.They went to burn the weeds today.Then it turned the ground over.

Hurry up, the two of you should be able to turn over the land in two or three days.

Song Qinghe and Yang Hehua turned over the ground, Qingyao took Fubao by the edge of the field, opened a small stove for him, and taught Fubao to recite the three-character scripture!

Teaching Fu Bao again and again, Qing Yao looked at the two people who were sweating under the sun.This plowing is really hard work, Qingyao asked loudly, "Doesn't your village have a ox plow?" It was tiring and slow for people to plow the ground like this.

Song Qinghe wiped off his sweat and replied, "Yes, there is only one cow in the village. There are more than a dozen families in the village and a lot of land. Generally, cattle are lent to people with more land. Then it will be the turn of people with less land."

"Before the family was not separated, we could still borrow cattle with the ranking number. But now that the family is separated, the matter of borrowing cattle may not be possible."

After hearing the answer, Qingyao said, "Take the wild ginseng I gave you and sell it tomorrow. Then buy a ox plow and come back, and then use the plow to plow the ground. You can't plow the soil like this. When the time comes, the land will be improved. The fertility effect is not achieved.”

She still wants to complete the task as soon as possible!
"Okay, don't dig the ground today. Go back first, what should you do if you get heatstroke in such a big sun? After noon, Song Qinghe, you go up the mountain. When you go up the mountain, try to let the village people see."

"At that time, there will be an excuse to say that you found good things on the mountain to sell." Qingyao thought up all the excuses for him.

Otherwise, if you buy a cow or something, it will definitely attract the attention of the rest of the village.

"Good fairy." Song Qinghe and the others were very obedient, and then went home.

Back home, Qingyao didn't let them rest, but asked them to review the radicals of pinyin taught in the morning.

After a simple test, Song Qinghe and Yang Hehua memorized two-thirds.It's not bad, but some difficult radicals are misremembered.

In the afternoon, Yang Hehua stayed at home to take care of the children.Song Qinghe went up the mountain with a basket on his back, before going up the mountain.He deliberately took a detour to let the villagers who were digging the ground see him.

Those villagers saw Song Qinghe and asked, "Song San, where are you going?"

"Go up the mountain and prepare to carry some dead leaves down to make fertilizer." Song Qinghe said. "By the way, I went hunting. I haven't eaten meat for a long time. I'm too tired during the busy farming season. I still need some meat to replenish my body."

The fairy said, let him tell other villagers how to make fertilizer from dead leaves.At least the villagers won't be so jealous when he finds something good.

The eyes of the villagers lit up when they heard that dead leaves were retting to make fertilizer.

Can dead leaves still be made into fertilizer?

Zhao Gen asked, "Sanwa, can these dead leaves really be made into fertilizer?"

Song Qinghe nodded, "Well, dead leaves can be made into fertilizer."

"Then how to make fertilizer?" Zhao Gen asked.

Song Qinghe explained the method of making fertilizer from dead leaves.

"So simple?" Zhao Gen said.

"It's very simple." Song Qinghe nodded, "This method is when I went to the town in the early days, I heard a merchant say it. I don't know if it will work, but it's okay to try it. Anyway, it won't waste too much money. A lot of time."

"If it succeeds, there will be fertilizer in the field." Song Qinghe said honestly.

"Yes, Sanwa. When it succeeds, remember to ask Uncle Zhao to take a look." Zhao Gen said with a smile.

"Okay Uncle Zhao." Song Qinghe nodded and said, "I'm going up the mountain first."

The villagers were chattering about the matter of making fertilizer from dead leaves, but they didn't think about why Song Qinghe went up the mountain from this side.Obviously his house is closer to the mountain.But at this time, no one thought much about it, and everyone was thinking about making fertilizer.

Song Qinghe walked out of the sight of the villagers and heaved a sigh of relief.

It was the first time for him to do such a thing, and he was a little nervous.

After going up the mountain, Song Qinghe went to find the prey. Of course, Qing Yao had told him the location of the prey.

Although he is not as good at hunting as his father and eldest brother, he can still catch some.

After working all afternoon, Song Qinghe caught several pheasants and two turtledoves.

Satisfied, Song Qinghe carried the dead leaves on his back and went down the mountain with his prey.

Of course, when going down the mountain, he also took a detour home.Let the villagers see his harvest.

Song Qinghe took a detour and went directly to buy a pheasant for his father and elder brother.

"Sanwa's skills have improved recently, and he has hunted so many." Song Wu said with a smile.

Song Qinghe stroked his head honestly, "It's just luck." It was luck to meet the fairy.

Song Wu thought, waiting until the land was planted.He is also going up the mountain to show his skills.Recently, due to busy farming, I have not gone up the mountain. "Your land is finished?"

"Not yet, I'm waiting to make fertilizer from dead leaves, and then I will plant soybeans and sweet potatoes." Song Qinghe said. "Dad, do you want to make some dead leaf fertilizer?"

In the afternoon, Song Wu also found out from the villagers that his third baby actually made some dead leaf fertilizer.

"Well, tomorrow I'll go up the mountain to pick up dead leaves and come down to retting them." Song Wu nodded and said.Although he is not very good at farming, he is still willing to do things that can increase the fertilizer of the land.

Song Qinghe chatted with his father for a while before going to Song Qingshan's home.We sent pheasants, and then we also talked about fertilizers for retting dead leaves.Then walked home slowly.On the way home, I met many villagers returning from the fields.

Every villager he met would ask Song Qinghe about dry leaf retting.

Song Qinghe felt the enthusiasm of the villagers for the first time.Enthusiastic, he can't stand it!

When he returned home, Song Qinghe breathed a sigh of relief.

Yang Hehua had already prepared the turtle dove stew for the evening.This turtle dove has been stewed for two hours, and the meat is now soft.Fu Bao started eating very well.

Song Qinghe drank a few sips of soup, and then began to eat with big mouthfuls.

I went hunting today and ran a lot.I was too hungry, and within a short while, the cooked meals were eaten clean.

After eating and drinking enough, the three of them went to wash up.After washing up, Qingyao began to recite their study progress.

Fu Bao was all right, Song Qinghe was wrong three times, and Yang Hehua was wrong five times.

Qingyao asked them to silently write 20 times in Shaopan before starting to teach them new pinyin.

When it was 9 o'clock in the evening, Qingyao asked them to rest.

I have to get up early tomorrow morning to go to town.

(End of this chapter)