No matter if you are a human or an immortal, you can still farm for me after traveling through time!

With a bulging belly and handy tools, Ji Qingyue quickly chopped down the tree that occupied the area, and then cut the tree into sections for firewood and stacked them neatly aside, but he still had no way to deal with the stumps left in the ground. , we can only wait until more tools are available in the future before digging.

The next step is to mix it with mud and build a simple brick kiln with mud.

The brick kiln is in the shape of a tall cylinder, with an upper and lower part. The fire is burned underground and the bricks are burned above ground. The part that divides the kiln into two parts is a ceramic plate. The ceramic plate is covered with honeycomb-shaped holes. The holes are designed so that when a fire is burned under the ceramic plate, the flame can reach the inner cavity of the brick kiln through the holes.

In the past, rural earth stoves used an iron mesh made of welded iron bars. Firewood was burned on the iron mesh, and ashes collected underneath.

The temperature will be very high when baking bricks, and Ji Qingyue did not have the conditions to get iron wire, so he had to make a ceramic plate by himself.

So he obediently sat by the stream and mixed the mud, and tried to make a few round clay tablets. After poking a few holes in the clay tablets with wooden sticks, he put them on the ground to dry, and then put them in the fire to bake after drying. .

But now there is a problem that lies in front of Ji Qingyue. The success rate of using the flame in the center of the campfire to make pottery is too low.

Ji Qingyue has calculated that the success rate barely reaches one-tenth. This success rate is not calculated based on the overall number of pottery, such as one success in ten, but only one out of ten firings will result in pottery. At that time, there was probably only one piece of clay that was fired into crack-free pottery.

Probably the burning temperature of the bonfire cannot reach the temperature required for making pottery.

The great undertaking of building a kiln was temporarily delayed by the step of firing pottery boards.

However, Li Erlang has been taking care of him for the past few days, so he doesn't have to worry about hunger, and he doesn't have to do everything by himself. In addition, the vegetables in the garden are growing very well. Ji Qing Yue has been able to get rid of the depression in his heart without getting too entangled. As for the success rate, I can gradually change my mood to stay in the painting.

He looked at the vegetable seedlings that were getting bigger and bigger. Apart from the three known types, the remaining Chinese cabbage and white radish were also unveiled one after another. There were two more types, both of which looked similar in appearance. They were both vegetables that grew in the shape of a tree. , there is a high probability that it will bloom and bear fruit on the stems in the future.

He couldn't tell it before, so he could only wait, but now he has an extra choice, he can ask Li Erlang.

"Where did these immortal seeds come from?" Li Erlang came over to deliver breakfast, and Ji Qingyue suddenly gave him two seeds for him to identify.

Ji Qingyue told the truth: "I asked Shiro to buy it from the salesman, but I don't have the money yet, so I used Shiro's money at that time."

When Li Erlang heard this, he couldn't help but laugh out loud. He laughed at his brother for being so stupid and felt that the immortal was really pitiful. "That's it. One of them is sunflower and the other is purple eggplant. They are both vegetables we often eat here."

"Oh..." Purple eggplant is probably eggplant, what kind of vegetable is sunflower?

"Sunflower leaves are eaten. We mostly use them to make soup. They are delicious. Unfortunately, it is not the season. If you want to eat them, immortal, I will pick them back when they grow next year and let my mother-in-law make soup."

It turns out that sunflowers eat leaves, no wonder they grow so lushly. He thought they would bear fruits like okra.

After these few days of contact, Li Erlang gradually understood that the people in the paintings were no different from ordinary people. They had to eat, sleep, cut firewood and grow vegetables. The most important thing was that he couldn't get out, so he gradually let down his guard. . "Today is already twenty-four. The temperature is dropping day by day. In two days there will be frost. The salesman will also go back to the south. After the fruit harvest is finished, we will start planting wheat. I wonder what your plans are, Immortal?"

Ji Qingyue borrowed many tools from Li Erlang in the past few days, including axes, hoes, and shovels. Li Erlang guessed that the immortal seemed to be clearing wasteland, but there was no change in the scene, but he did not dare to ask more.

The more Ji Qing heard about growing wheat, he wanted to buy some and plant it back. Wheat is a good thing.

Wheat is ground into flour, and flour can be used to make many things! Don’t you already have dumpling skins?

When he heard that Ji Qingyue wanted to borrow a handful of wheat from him, Li Erlang didn't immediately nod in agreement. It wasn't that he didn't want to give it, but that he thought a handful of wheat was enough for what?

"The land where immortals plant more?" Li Erlang thought to himself: Since immortals can't even distinguish the seeds of purple eggplant and sunflower, they must not know much about farming, and they probably don't know much about farming, so they don't know how to barely grow a handful of wheat. You can plant a piece of land as small as your palm.

Of course Ji Qingyue didn't know what Li Erlang was thinking. What he was thinking was: half of the vegetable field behind the thatched cottage was not used yet, leaving a lot of space for the wheat field. Moreover, he was just doing experiments now, and a handful of wheat seeds No matter what you say, it's enough. Li Erlang didn't say anything for a long time. Could it be that he didn't want to borrow it?

Just when he was hesitating whether to take less, Li Erlang agreed: "The immortal really only wants a handful of wheat?"

The more Ji Qing heard, the more emphasis Li Erlang placed on the word "a handful", and he insisted: "The land is not big, so there is no need to give too much. A handful of wheat is enough."

Since Ji Qingyue insisted, Li Erlang stopped asking, but he still felt that it was just a handful of wheat and it might not sprout even if it was sown, so he finally gave Ji Qingyue a small bag of wheat seeds.

Li Erlang also thoughtfully told him how to grow wheat, but Ji Qingyue looked confused after listening to it. This was different from what he had learned when he attended summer camps. He decided to seek common ground while reserving differences, start from where there were differences, divide into two planting plans, or wait for the true knowledge to come from practice.

Ji Qingyue went back and took a look at his paddy field. The rice seedlings were growing very well. They had grown to the height of his knees. They did not need to replenish water yet. He would wait until the rice began to ear before adding a large amount of water. Water is most needed during earing, and then it will be harvested. .

The construction of the kiln is progressing steadily. After several days of unremitting efforts, the ditch has been dug into the open space and a puddle has been dug to facilitate the collection of water and mud.

Despite the low firing rate of the bonfire, he still managed to burn four pottery tablets.

The most important thing is that so far, he has dried nearly a thousand mud bricks, and there is no room for them in the open space, so the work of building a clay kiln should be put on the agenda.

The structure of the simple brick kiln is not complicated. The fire pit hole for burning firewood has been dug underground. Next, the pottery board is placed horizontally on the hole, and then soil is piled around the pit bit by bit. Roll the soil into strips and pile them up in circles. During the process of making the circle, put mud bricks into the kiln, and continue to raise the height until the kiln reaches the height of his chest.

Ji Qingyue counted and found that about thirty pieces of clay could be put into an earthen kiln. He remembered the key to firing rough bricks. The fire must be kept burning continuously for more than eight hours to burn the clay inside until it is red and thoroughly cooked. During this time, the temperature must not be allowed to drop.

Because the fire needs to be kept burning vigorously, be sure to prepare a large amount of firewood in advance.

Fortunately, this huge pine forest can provide him with a steady supply of firewood.

Before lighting the fire, Ji Qingyue was still worried. He didn't know what the success rate was. How many of the thirty pieces of mud would eventually turn into bricks...

Ji Qingyue covered the roof of the kiln with several pieces of mud, and then lit the firewood in the fire stack hole.

Pine wood is really the best material for burning fires. When it burns, the fire is fierce and the consumption increases sharply. Fortunately, Ji Qingyue is well prepared and has been collecting and chopping firewood in his free time these days. But just this kiln burned one-third of the firewood stock.

Today, the Li family came back very early, because there were no fruits left on the trees, which indicated that this year's harvest had come to an end. The sellers collected the last batch of goods in the evening, and left together with their long bells ringing. The convoy was like a long queue. The leader was already far away from the village, and the cars at the end had not yet set off.

The remaining fruits are not sold. After picking, they are put away to be eaten during the New Year. This work is finally over.

In the yard, other people were calmly doing their work. Only Aniang Li stood at the door anxiously, constantly looking out the door and muttering to herself: "It's already this time, why hasn't Shiro arrived home yet..."

Ten days have passed, and today is the day when Li Silang returns home for the first time on vacation. Calculating the time, he set off from the village school at noon. Two hours have passed, and it is almost time to arrive home, but there is no sign of Shiro. , that’s why Li Aniang is so anxious.

"Auntie, don't worry. In the past, when I came back from studying with Sanlang, the driver would always send off those who were closer before sending him off. Shiro must be on the way. If you miss Shiro, why not go to the kitchen and see how the pork soup is stewing? It's better than standing around in the yard." Li Erlang quietly looked at the study in the yard while eating fried beans.

"You're the only one who talks a lot! You and Sanlang go to greet him on the road, and I'll go to the kitchen to have a look." Li Aniang went in to look at the stove anyway.

As in the past, children going to elementary school gathered in the village, and the adults pooled their money to rent a donkey cart to take them to and from school. The old man who drove the cart would drop them off at their doorstep.

In order to make Li Aniang less worried, Li Erlang and Li Sanlang decided to go out to pick up people. Seeing that the two uncles were about to go out, Xiao Tuanzi ran out and hugged Li Sanlang's legs: "I want to go too!" Xiao Douding's voice has recovered, Can speak normally.

After getting Xu Qing's consent, Li Sanlang picked up Tuan Lang and said, "Let's go, let's pick up our fourth uncle!"

"Third uncle! Ride a horse!"

Li Sanlang happily agreed. He lifted the child up and let him sit on his shoulders, "Hold Uncle Third tightly, don't fall down!"

"Oh! Oh! Ride a big horse! Drive!"

Li Erlang's injury has healed eight points, and he can walk a little faster, but he can't run yet. Tuan Lang knew that he was injured, so he didn't call him "ride a big horse".

The sun was hanging in the west and the temperature was getting cooler. People had already put on more clothes, and both of them had added a coat.

The two elders and the younger one went towards the village to pick up Li Silang. The little one was so happy that he sat on Li Sanlang and screamed.

"Sanlang, how are you feeling after not studying for so many days?"

As soon as Li Sanlang came back, he caught up with clearing land and harvesting fruits. He would go back to his private school in about ten days and would not be able to come back until the New Year's Eve holiday.

It will be the New Year then.

"Shiro comes back tonight just in time to check his homework. Tomorrow I will only sow wheat for half a day and come back early in the afternoon to review my books."

Li Erlang waved his hand: "Tomorrow you and Sister-in-law Jinniang can take care of Shilang and Tuanlang at home. You don't need too many people to sow the seeds. Aweng and I will rent a cow to open the ridge in front, and Aniang and A'nai will sow the seeds in the back." That’s good.”

Indeed, Li Erlang no longer insisted. He indeed still had a lot of homework to review. This time when he returned to the private school, the master no longer just talked about the content in the book, but focused on the topic to make final preparations for the county school. He studied hard for ten years and finally took the first official examination.

Their guess was indeed good. Not long after they left, they saw a donkey cart slowly approaching. The donkey kept braying: "Uh-huh-huh-"

And Li Silang shouted in surprise: "Second brother!! Third brother!! Tuan Lang!!!"

Even if he goes to elementary school, he is still a child.

The donkey cart stopped in front of them. Li Silang climbed out of the cart excitedly, bowed to the old man as a thank you, waved to his friends on the cart, and then ran to his brothers. "Second brother and third brother, I miss you so much!! I also miss my father, mother, mother, father, mother, second sister, eldest brother and sister-in-law!!"

Tuan Lang didn't hear his name and shouted anxiously: "Uncle Fourth, where is I!! Do you miss me?"

"Hehe, I want Tuan Lang too!" Li Silang avoided Li Erlang's injury and hugged his other thigh: "Second brother, is your injury healed?"

"Okay, it's almost time to go to the fields." He took Li Silang's package, which contained his change of clothes and books, "Let's go home, my mother-in-law has cooked a big pot of pork soup and is waiting for you to go back! "

Li Silang was pleasantly surprised: "Really! Oh!! I want to drink pork soup!!"

Tuan Lang couldn't help but want to get down and go on his own. He waved his hand and asked Li Sanlang to let him down. The four of them went home happily.

"Aniang!! Auntie Aweng!! Second sister!! Auntie!! I'm back!!" Li Silang's high-pitched voice came back from all the way. Li Silang ran into the house and opened his hands: " I'm back!!"

Tuan Lang echoed: "I'm back!!"

As soon as the children came back, the house was like an explosion. The chatter was several times louder than usual for some reason. The more Ji Qing added firewood in the open space, he could clearly hear Li Silang's voice, and he couldn't help it the next second. Laughed.

At the dinner table, Li Silang was in control of the whole place. Besides eating, he kept talking. The topics ranged from class to bed, from eating to writing, from his wife to his classmates. After the meal, everyone knew that Li Silang had someone. My bedmate loves to cry, his eyes look like they are made of water, and he cries at every turn.

"It's true, he lives in Xia Li Village!"

After hearing that her youngest son was doing well in school in the village, Aniang Li's tense heart finally relaxed. In the past ten days, she had been worried every day that her youngest son would not be able to eat or sleep well. Now that she knows that he is doing well, she will feel at ease in the future. .

The pork soup is made from the wild boar ribs left over from last time. The ribs are marinated in salt and hung to air-dry. Mushrooms and beans are added to the soup. The resulting soup tastes really delicious. It can be enjoyed by everyone with a bowl of steamed pancakes. Eat three big bowls!

Until he returned to his room after washing up at night, Li Silang and his two brothers were lying on the kang, still too excited to fall asleep: "Third brother, you also praised me for paying attention to the lectures, right? I answered all the questions correctly when I checked my homework!"

Li Sanlang was already sleepy: "Yes, yes..."

After turning on the lamp, the room fell into darkness and silence. It was silent for a long time. When the only sound left in his ears was the long breathing of his brothers, Li Silang felt that the time had come. So he quietly climbed down from the kang, opened the door and ran out with ease.

What he didn't know was that the moment he went out, someone on the kang opened his eyes.

Before Li Silang's excitement subsided, his agile figure crossed the yard and came to the study. He opened the door, tiptoed to the front of the painting, and called softly: "Immortal?"

Ji Qingyue smiled. Why are these two brothers like this?

"You're not going to bed so late?" In fact, it was only after eight o'clock. For Ji Qingyue, a modern person, this time was not late at all. His intuition told him that Li Silang would come, so he kept waiting.

When Li Silang heard Ji Qingyue's voice, his heart that had been hanging around finally dropped: "Immortal, it's great that you're okay!"

"Yeah, I'm fine, you're studying... uh, private school, how are you?"

"I'm doing well in the private school! Master personally taught me how to pick up the pen and practice calligraphy. We finished practicing 'Shang Daren', and Master even praised me for my excellent understanding!"

"Our Shiro is awesome!"

Li Silang suddenly felt aggrieved: "I just asked Master whether the sun is farther in the morning or at noon. Master said that I am too ambitious and shouldn't ask this question..."

Ji Qing wanted to touch the child's head more and more to comfort him: "It's not your fault. This question is really difficult. Even it took me a long, long time to figure it out. Your husband is good at talking about ancient poems. It's reasonable to not want to answer, so don't blame Master, okay?"

Li Silang Nuonuo agreed: "Yes!"

"So nice."

The two were talking quietly when suddenly there was a cough outside the door. Li Silang was frightened out of his wits and froze on the spot at a loss, like a statue. He turned around mechanically, only to see Li Erlang's eyes were cold and he was holding something. Standing straight outside the door staring at him.

Li Silang felt like his soul was floating, and his mind went blank: "Second, second brother...?"

Li Erlang sternly questioned: "It's so late, what are you doing here? Who were you talking to just now?"

Li Silang broke into a cold sweat and glanced: "I...I..."

Ji Qing couldn't stand it anymore: "Li Erlang, don't scare Si Lang."

Li Silang: "?"

A quarter of an hour ago, after Li Erlang waited for his younger brother to go out, he also got up, walked to the kitchen with familiarity, brought a bowl of pork soup, and some cakes. When he came to the door of the study, he heard Li Silang chatting happily inside. Ever since, I had bad thoughts.

"For the sake of your obedience, I will spare you this time." Li Erlang glanced at his brother who was stunned on the spot, and skillfully put the food into the painting.

Li Silang:......