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

A conversation with Li Erlang tightened the clockwork on Ji Qingyue.

Li Erlang's words made Ji Qingyue realize once again that this is not the original modern society, nor is it in a peaceful era. Waging war abroad may be what the people want.

However, no matter how many wars are fought with foreign enemies, the fundamental internal contradictions will still exist. When the contradictions can no longer be hidden, all it takes is a fuse and the people's uprising is unstoppable.

At first, Ji Qing gathered grain just to live a better life in the painting, but now he has more worries. He was never afraid of external enemies, only afraid of internal strife.

Let’s not talk about the distance. He got a lotus root from Li Erlang. No matter what Li Erlang said clearly, he kept nodding. When he got started, he was still confused.

Li Erlang said that lotus roots cannot be planted in a single section or in winter. He couldn't help but be fascinated when looking at the lotus roots. Could it be that Li Erlang believed in this "immortal" so blindly?

Why was he given a lotus root in winter? !

He himself also blindly believes in the magical land!

No one knew Ji Qingyue's inner distress when he held the lotus root in his hands, so he could only treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor.

He thought about it and finally found that rice fields are the most suitable for growing lotus roots - the soil is soft and there is no shortage of water. Whether they can survive after planting depends on how magical the magical land can be!

Ji Qingyue held lotus roots and a torch to the edge of the small rice field. The rice had long since dried up to the point where it broke off its branches and the ears of rice fell into the ground. So far, there has been no movement. I don’t know if it is the solar term that affects the function of the land or the seeds cannot function at all. grow.

The water in the paddy field has dried up, but the soil inside has not completely dried up. The soil under the surface is still wet and sticky. He found a corner of the paddy field, dug a shallow pit, and put the lotus roots in it.

He clearly remembered what Li Erlang said: "Immortal, the pit for planting lotus roots should be just the right size to put the lotus roots in. It should not be too deep or too shallow, so that the lotus roots can just be covered with a layer of soil, and the holes at both ends of the lotus roots should be ensured. The lotus root buds are exposed on the soil and cannot be covered by the soil, otherwise the lotus root buds will easily rot in the soil."

The newly planted lotus root buds do not need to be watered yet. You have to wait until the lotus root buds grow smoothly or the soil is really dry before you can water them properly.

There was only one lotus root, and Ji Qingyue finished planting it quickly. He went to the stream to wash his hands and face, then went back to rest. The day was over.

The heavy snowfall that fell a few days apart was the water that God had been brewing for a long time. Even if the temperature dropped sharply later, there was no snow again until mid-October.

On the third day after Li Zhenniang came back, Li Silang was on vacation. As soon as the sparrow-like child came back, he kept chattering, making the elderly at home happy.

When Li Silang was finally alone with Li Erlang, he asked with worry: "Second brother, is the immortal okay?"

Li Erlang gave Li Silang a shock: "As long as I am here, the immortal will be fine. On the contrary, you have been here for twenty days, and you have become much better."

When Li Silang came back this time, it can be said that many changes have taken place. There is a hint of sophistication in his demeanor. When chatting, he no longer thinks about what he thinks and says. Instead, he has reason and evidence. He answers what he asks. I really can't explain it. After just a few more explanations, Li Aniang was amazed while eating, and Li Zhenniang even said that he must be a fake younger brother.

After going to school, Li Silang realized how naughty he used to be. He was often scolded by his master for slapping hands in class, but he didn't say anything about it. Now that he was praised by Li Erlang, he felt embarrassed. He scratched his head and turned to other topics: "Ah Brother, how is the land at home? Huh? Where are you going to change clothes?"

He had the most confused expression on his small face, and his round cheeks were covered in red, which made Li Erlang couldn't help but rub it with his hands. "Everything is good in the fields now. Dozens of acres of wheat in the new fields and other fields have sprouted smoothly. It has also snowed. From now on until spring, there is no need to water the fields. Where should I go? Go to Wu Aweng’s family, I asked him to make something before, and now I’m going to get it back.”

It was an hour or two before dinner, Li Silang gently rubbed his ravaged face: "Oh... Brother, I'll go and come back early, I'll go play with Tuan Lang."

Li Erlang put on his cloak and went to Wu Aweng's house in the village. When the weather was good, Wu Aweng kept the courtyard door open for the convenience of taking orders. Li Erlang went in directly without calling the door, and through the cloth on the door He opened the curtain and heard the sound of Wu Aweng working in the house.

"Five old men! I'm in!" Li Erlang opened the door curtain and walked in. The old man was sharpening some sticks. When he saw Li Erlang coming, he pointed to a wooden box on the ground in the corner that was a little higher than his knees and said, "Here, something There, can you see if you can do it?"

The wooden box was square in shape with narrow sides. The handles of one stick and two sticks were placed on the side. The sticks protruded from the two holes in the side panels, and most of them were inside the box.

Li Erlang pulled the handle and heard air slowly flowing into the bellows. When he pushed the handle further, the air in the bellows was squeezed out through the air outlet. This was much less labor-intensive than air bags and air ducts.

Wu Aweng saw Li Erlang's satisfied expression and felt proud of himself. He told him about the situation of the bellows in the county: "Your uncle came back last night and left this morning. Now this bellows is highly sought after in the county. Not only It was the Bufang Paper Mill that made iron. Even the county government was alarmed. According to what you said, your Sanlang was not involved. He only said that he bought the drawings from you. I don't understand why you didn't let you do such a good thing. If Iesaburo gets some merit, it will be even better if he gets a merit degree in the future."

Li Erlang didn't want to go into details and just skipped the topic: "Sanlang can't be distracted now. The bellows is so popular, can Uncle Quan be busy?"

When talking about this Wu Aweng, his brows were straightened, and he could do the work in his hands more effectively: "He is not stupid, how can he be the only one in the family? From the beginning, he communicated with the county government early, and connected with large workshops and government officials. The ironworks take on all the big jobs, and leave the rest to other woodworkers in the county. If they have jobs, they won't cause trouble to your uncle. They can't also squeeze out other people's livelihoods. No?" As he spoke, Wu Aweng stopped what he was doing, turned around and went into the house, and soon came out with a cloth bag in his arms.

As Li Erlang expected, the cloth bag was full of copper coins.

"I have just started taking orders now. The big orders have not been completed yet. I have only completed a few small orders for the county. Here is the copy of the account book. Don't think I have too much to do. Old man, I still advocate clear accounting. I made a total of two Two more, 80% of your money is here." As he said this, he handed the cloth bag to Li Erlang, which was full of copper coins.

"Your uncle Quan signed the copy paper, and you also signed to confirm it. If you have any questions, you can go to your uncle's shop to check the general ledger."

Li Erlang was carrying the cloth bag, and there was a clanking sound inside. He weighed it lightly and knew it was heavy enough. More than 1,900 coins weighed 11 kilograms. He often weighed the wheat when weighing it, and he could tell how heavy it was by weighing it on his hands.

After confirming, Li Erlang signed the bellows entry voucher in duplicate, and Li Erlang took one copy away. He took the copper coins out of the cloth bag, lifted up his cloak and coat, and wrapped them around his waist.

"Five Aweng, didn't Uncle Quan bring anything with him when he came back?" Li Erlang asked while pestering him.

Wu Aweng continued his work angrily: "He brought back the things you ordered from the county and asked me to be the handle. Spring plowing has not yet arrived, so why did he prepare the farm tools so long in advance?" It turns out that Wu Aweng The ground sticks are used to make handles for iron tools.

Li Erlang still couldn't elaborate on this matter, so he could only agree. "I'll help Aweng, so it can go faster."

By the time Li Erlang came out of Wu Aweng's house, the sky had already started to get dark. In less than half an hour, it would be completely dark.

Li Erlang carried the bellows on his back and a pile of iron tools with handles in his hands, and hurried home slowly.

I didn't meet anyone on the road, but when I got home, the box on my back attracted a crowd of family members.

Li Aweng surrounded the bellows and even pulled the handle. Listening to the rustling wind, he couldn't help but be amazed: "Is this the bellows you are talking about? What a magical instrument!"

Li Zhenniang and Luo Liangcheng had heard about the bellows two days ago. Now they saw the real thing for the first time. While observing it, they asked Li Erlang: "How come you came back with a bellows? When we came back, we saw the county This thing is very popular here, I heard it can make the fire spread!"

Li Erlang had nothing to hide except that he couldn't tell anything about Ji Qingyue: "Someone asked me to sell the bellows drawings to Uncle Quan, and I also made this bellows for others."

Li Aniang remained silent, and You Li did not participate in the discussion.

As expected, men have no resistance to tools. Li Aweng and Luo Liangcheng carried the bellows into the kitchen to experiment. Li Zhenniang was keenly aware of Aniang's silence. Her quarrel with Li Erlang seemed to involve the bellows. But in the past few days, she asked Jinniang privately, and Jinniang only said that she was still related to Sanlang.

Saburo and Bellows?

Li Zhenniang didn't know what it was about the bellows, but she knew that as parents, after giving birth to so many children, they would inevitably prefer one or a few. It is easier said than done to keep a bowl of water balanced. There are thousands of reasons for preference. Wan, Li Aniang's preference for Li Sanlang was not too obvious in the past. They had everything other people had, and no one would think much about it, but Li Erlang was a thoughtful person.

Li Zhenniang thought carefully about the reason why her mother-in-law favored Sanlang. It was simply because he was excellent and sensible. Among so many children, only Sanlang listened to her mother-in-law the most. He was well-behaved and clever, and now he was even more scholarly. Everyone in the village did not praise Sanlang. of.

I first discovered that my mother-in-law was partial to Saburo, probably after she came back from my sister-in-law's house six or seven years ago.

Because Li Dalang went to his sister-in-law's house privately, even though Li Aniang punished them in time when he came back, she was so angry that she fainted, almost hurting the child in her belly. From then on, Li Aniang was very worried about whether Li Dalang could have children in the future. She kept holding her breath in her heart. She became more and more happy when she saw the peaceful Li Sanlang, thinking that she finally had a good boy.

After returning home, Aniang Li's anger that had not yet dissipated was directed at the three brothers and sister. When the two brothers were eight or nine years old, the family decided to send them to the county, but they could only choose one to continue studying, and Aniang Li chose Li Sanlang.

At the beginning of last year, Li Erlang was about to turn fifteen. According to custom, Li Aniang invited some relatives and clan elders in the village to hold a hair-tying ceremony for Erlang. After the hair-tying ceremony, they could get married.

At that time, Li Dalang and Xu Qing had been married for more than a year. The clan elders and ladies who came to attend the hair-tying ceremony quietly asked about Li Erlang's marriage. They had several familiar nieces and nephews who they could introduce to Li Erlang.

Li Zhenniang had already set a wedding date and was waiting at home to get married. She and Jinniang were staying in their small room making wedding dresses. When she heard a voice next door that seemed to be about gossip, she pushed Li Jinniang and asked her sister to listen. .

What did Auntie say: "Now the money at home is only enough for one person to get married. If my husband and I don't make an appointment for Sanlang first? Erlang will wait two years and then I will ask the matchmaker to find another one. Sanlang will get fame in the future. People don't often talk about starting a family and establishing a career." Get married first and then start a career..."

Unexpectedly, these words were heard clearly by the person involved. Li Jinniang awkwardly crossed the threshold and looked at each other with Li Erlang and Li Sanlang who were standing outside the door. The two brothers were silent and the other was at a loss. Li Sanlang didn't even know. Why did my mother suddenly want to get over my second brother and get him engaged?

Not long after, after Xu Qing gave birth to Tuan Lang, the matter disappeared without any explanation.

What Li Aniang said casually formed an untieable knot in Li Erlang's heart. He wanted to untie it but was afraid that the truth would be as cruel as he thought, so he would rather keep this knot in his heart and treat it as if he had never Do not know at all.

Li Zhenniang and Li Erlang stood in the yard, and the exclamations of Li Aweng and Luo Liangcheng could be heard from time to time in the kitchen. Li Zhenniang still stood side by side with her brother under the eaves as she did when she was not married. Unknowingly, her brother was much taller than her sister. Li Zhenniang had to raise her head to look at her brother. She asked with a smile: "Erlang, do you believe that?" person?"

Li Erlang: "Sister, I can trust him."

"I know that you are the most cautious person. Grandma will figure it out. Don't blame her. Having said that, the person who can come up with the bellows must be a very ingenious person," Li Zhenniang said, looking at her with worried eyes. Gray sky: "I don't know what happened to my father and eldest brother. I probably won't be able to come back to celebrate the New Year this year."

At this time, in the military camp at the border, the defense replacement work had ended, and the replacement soldiers had smoothly returned to their positions to perform the work of guarding the border.

Li Dalang and Uncle Li were assigned to the same place and could not return home until May or June of the following year. At this time, they had been in the military camp for more than a month. Looking at the dim sky and the desolation of the mountains, they felt extremely homesick.

At the end of the day's duty, Aunt Li took dinner and returned to the camp. Everyone was assigned to this military camp from various places. Not long ago, the general leading the army officially arrived at the camp from the capital. It was another one that Aunt Li had never seen before. General.

Not all the soldiers in the military camp are rotated, but only some of them are replaced. The veterans lead the new recruits, and the deputy generals train the new recruits before the general takes office.

In order to prevent the generals from getting too close to the soldiers and developing their own private soldiers, the imperial court rotated the military camps every year. If it was a war, the generals would officially be stationed on one side. But once the war was over, the generals had to return to Beijing and the soldiers returned. The military mansion will never give generals the opportunity to train soldiers for a long time.

Before they could figure out the temper and style of the general who had just taken office, the people in the military camp were watching silently, asking around about the general who would train them for more than half a year. For a while, all the people in the camp were talking about this general.

Men gossip even more than women. Li Dalang, whose training was over, sat in the tent, biting a pancake and listened to the general idea.

The new general is another princely and aristocratic young man who comes to have some experience.

This kind of thing is not uncommon in the military camp, and has even become a rule. After all, the lives of hundreds of soldiers in the military camp are not a joke. How could they be easily handed over to the hands of such a ignorant boy? There is no war. Fortunately, once a war breaks out, it is surprising that these people with the title of "general" do not flee before the battle.

Therefore, experienced lieutenants under the general are particularly important. They can not only not violate the general's wishes, but also generally control the direction of decision-making.

"This General Yang is actually a descendant of my famous Dali general Yang Shouhu. Alas, it was really buried. It only brought a stigma to the old general."

"Who says it's not the case? What our General Yang does in the capital on weekdays is just a dandy's behavior. He spends whatever he wants. He goes to the Goulan brothel all day long. I heard that it's all the wives of the family. Go...find it!"

"So tough! No wonder General Yang doesn't like to stay at home! Hahahaha!"

"Don't interrupt! The ridiculous things that General Yang does on weekdays are enough to say that he will not repeat them for three days and three nights!"

Dad Li raised the curtain, and the people in the tent started chatting. They were talking about General Yang's romantic affair. The eldest son in the corner of the Tongbu did not join the chat and was polishing his weapons out of boredom.

Yang Huang, also known as Yang Jingyao, is less than thirty years old and has inherited the title of Pingyao Marquis. He is a veritable nobleman. Since he already has a prominent status, why should he go to this remote military camp to be a less than a noble? A five-hundred-man camp general?

"I heard he's looking for someone."

"Who to look for? No one knows."