Farmer’s Blessed Girl

The first month of the year is the most leisurely time of the year for rural people, and even Zhou Lang, who has been busy weaving bamboo baskets, stopped his movements, except for the Lantern Festival days when he took the eldest and the third to set up a stall in the county town. Outside of selling bamboo baskets, it's hardly too busy.

Man Bao took the opportunity to propose a wasteland for the eldest sister.

Before Zhou Xi could refuse, Zhou Dalang hurriedly cleaned the bowl of rice and said, "Alright, when we finish our breakfast, let's go together. I went to see the piece of land that Man Bao chose, and it wasn't very big. There are no trees, so it's easy to open."

Qian shi glanced at the eldest daughter who wanted to refuse, and nodded, "Well, it's up to Man Bao."

He said to Zhou Xi again: "That piece of land is yours, and you will take it all by yourself in the future."

Zhou Xi felt a little uneasy in his heart, and bowed his head in response.

After dinner, the whole family went to the field, and even Lao Zhoutou followed him with his hands behind his back. Qian stopped Zhou Xi and said, "Since studying, your sister has become smarter and smarter. We don't understand many things. Since she told you to plant ginger, then you should carefully plant one, it will cost you more anyway. Strength, the ground is open, and the most important thing in our family is people."

Zhou Xi has been home for more than ten days, and she has noticed the difference. In her impression, Man Bao is a weak and weak young girl, but this time, after returning home for a long time, she found that the family still spoiled her as much as before. But there are many differences.

For example, in the selection of grain seeds two days ago, the old Zhoutou called Man Bao to him and asked her to calculate how many catties of grain seeds to scatter in the fields grown at home.

For another example, during the Lantern Festival a few days ago, the second child was going to sell bamboo baskets in the county town, and he specifically asked Manbao if he would go.

Man Bao disliked it was too cold, and the homework assigned by her husband was worse, so she did not go, but let the fourth, fifth and sixth go, and after returning home, the second child gave all the money to Man Baoshu , how much he paid to the public and how much he had left, Man Bao could clearly calculate it.

Zhou Xi looked at it with a calm expression on his face, but he was shocked in his heart. At night, he couldn't help thinking, is it true that the daughter is all Xiao's father, and the father is smart, so the daughter is so smart?

Now that her mother mentioned this, she couldn't help sitting beside her and asked, "Mother, Man Bao is so smart, what will I do in the future?"

Qian paused for a moment while doing needlework, and then said, "It's a good thing for a child to be smart, what should I do?"

Zhou Xi wanted to say more, but Qian said, "You can also go to the field to see. After all, it's your field, you can't just make your brothers and sisters tired."

Zhou Xi responded and got up to chase after Zhou Dalang and the others.

Man Bao, Da Tou Da Ya and other children rushed to the front, screaming and diving into the weeds.

Zhou Dalang couldn't help scolding them, and carefully stabbed them back.

Man Bao, no, it should be said that the piece of land that Keke chose for Zhou Xi was next to the piece of land that was used by Shizulang, but there was a stone in the middle.

Old Zhoutou looked at it and found that the field was very small, only about two minutes long, but there were a lot of weeds growing in the field. Because it had just passed the winter, the growing weeds were withered and yellow, but some grass buds were sprouting on the ground at this time.

He hoeed a hoe and found that the soil was okay, and there were no big trees or large stones in this place. Although it was a little small, two cents was enough.

The old Zhoutou gave the hoe to Dalang, nodded and said, "Okay, let's just cut the grass first."

Then he went to talk to Shirou, "Look at you, look at your sister, what kind of land did you choose? It's a tree and a stone, and it took two months to open up the wasteland."

Thursday Lang said unconvinced: "My big!"

Old Zhou Tou snorted, "What's the use, the land is not fat, can you grow something?"

Speaking of this, the old Zhoutou was angry and said: "You are not allowed to take fertilizer from your home in the future. If you want it, you can compost it yourself. Look how much fertilizer you picked from the ground some time ago? Don't you want to farm at home in Kaichun?"

This is Thursday Lang's guilty conscience, he lowered his head.

Man Bao, who was happily picking up stones and throwing them out, listened and ran away, because she asked her fourth brother to pick the fat.

Little Qian clearly knew that it was her idea, and when she saw her running over in a hurry, she stretched out her finger and nodded her forehead.

The more people there are, the quicker it will be to open up wasteland, not to mention that Zhou Dalang, Tuesday Lang and Wednesday Lang are both good at work, much better than the three younger brothers, and there are Xiao Qian and the others who are mowing the grass and picking up stones.

Each of them took a corner, hoeed it directly, and dug out the land in one day.

Of course, it's not enough to dig it out. Tomorrow, you have to knock down the grass roots, etc., and take out the soil, then smash the mud, and turn it over again.

But Lao Zhoutou is very stingy now, and does not allow anyone to move the family's fat. In his opinion, nothing is more important than the spring sowing, which is the family's ration for a year, and it cannot be neglected.

So Zhou Dalang planned to go to the mountains to dig a layer of mud for Zhou Xi and lay it on.

But they obviously didn't choose a good place. The soil they dug was wrapped in a lot of leaves that didn't rot. Man Bao looked disgusted and said, "How can you farm this way?"

Zhou Dalang asked Man Bao with a smile, "Then what do you say?"

Man Bao squatted on the ground and asked, "Can't you comt it just like the compost at home?"

"This is not fat." Zhou Dalang said. The manure in the house is mixed with wheat straw, rice straw and river mud.

Manbao first started digging soil with leaves from the mountains, but Zhou Dalang is a good farmer. He has seen that the layer of mud dug out is indeed a little more fertile than the soil from wasteland.

So he was willing to do it.

Man Bao didn't have his solidified thoughts. She thought that since Keke said that fallen leaves can fertilize trees, it means that fallen leaves are also fertile.

Didn’t Keke just say that the layer of black soil under the tree is the fertility added to the soil after the decay of fallen leaves for many years, and the reason why the plants and trees in the mountains and forests can grow so well without fertilization The reason is because of falling leaves, and falling flowers will add fertility to it.

In this case, they use them for composting, because isn't composting to speed up the process of decay?

Of course, she won't be fat, so this kind of thing should be left to the big brother and the others.

Zhou Dalang asked her, "Is it written in the book? How did it get fat?"

"I don't know," Man Bao said, "I haven't seen such a book yet, but don't worry, big brother, I'll take a look when you go back. You can compost according to your family's first, without adding fertilizer and water, we'll just Okay, water the river, and sprinkle some more leaves into it."

Zhou Dalang: ...

This is the first time I heard that composting does not require fertilizer, but instead spreads leaves.

He didn't trust Man Bao very much, but she was really pestering people, so she had no choice but to take her brothers to dig a big hole next to the ground for them, and poured all the leaves mixed with the soil from the mountain into it.

These chapters were written relatively quickly, so there are typos. If you find any, please let me know in the book review, and I will correct it.