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

After the family talked about farming and made plans, they started the already late breakfast. Li Erlang took Li Silang's portion and fed it.

While eating, Li Silang complained about his brother's late arrival: "Second brother, how come you've been here for so long? I've memorized 'Your Excellency' several times."

Li Erlang: "I discussed farming with my father and the others. When my second brother was sixteen, he went to the county government to make an account. At that time, the county government allocated 100 acres of land to the second brother. The second brother was thinking about how to farm. "

"How will the second brother farm?" Li Silang is only five years old. Although he can do some light work, he is not yet a serious labor force in the family.

"I'm still thinking about it. Let's talk about it later."

Li Silang thought about it and said, "Yeah, I'm going to open up wasteland too!"

Li Erlang took a sip and said, "Who allows you to play? In ten days, you will go to a private school to study, and you are still thinking about playing. After you have memorized 'Shangshengren', you have to learn to write. The copybook used by Sanlang and I is on the shelf. Go up and find it yourself, and let the sun shine for an hour."

"Second brother——"

"Don't act coquettishly. You must give enough time. When Sanlang comes back, I will supervise you every day." After Li Erlang fed Li Silang, he took the bowl out. Li Xu was washing the dishes and was about to take the bowl from his hand. In the past, Li Erlang quickly stopped him: "Sister-in-law, please go back to the house. Don't touch the cold water when it's cold. I'll just wash the remaining dishes!"

Li Xu knew Li Erlang's temperament and was as consistent as Li Dalang, but Li Erlang had a more aggressive temper. "Hard work, Erlang."

Li Erlang waved his hand and asked Li Xu to go back, and he washed the bowls in the basin neatly. The bowls in their house are all big, and women have to hold them in order to wash them. He has big hands, so he grabs one in each hand, pinches the melon pulp at the mouth of the bowl and folds it. He can brush it inside and outside in a circle, and then wipes the bottom of the bowl, and instantly Just finished washing one bowl.

Mrs. Li Xu returned to the room and saw her son being taken out for a walk by Aunt Li. Li Dalang was still wiping his sword and gun in the room. "Mr. Lang..."

Seeing the worried look in his wife's eyes, Li Dalang put down his sword and gun, took his wife into his arms, and calmed her down: "Don't be afraid, although the border garrison has not been stable recently, and there are always small groups of foreign enemies harassing you, but don't worry too much. Just Winter is coming soon, and this war cannot be fought. They are harassing the border and obstructing trade, which is disgusting to us, but our prices have little impact..." Li Dalang's habit of telling her everything made her really happy. Feeling relieved, he played with his wife's hand: "The silk tax has been collected, so you don't have to worry too much. If you have time, make more clothes for yourself. The regimental leader has enough clothes, so don't make them for him."

Mrs. Li Xu agreed softly: "Yes, it's up to you."

"We're going to a remote place in a few days. I'm afraid we won't have time to keep an eye on Shiro. Erlang has given him the task of practicing calligraphy. Just pay attention to him on weekdays."

"Okay." Mrs. Li Xu lay in her husband's arms, feeling the tranquility of the years.

"My father and I are going to train, and I still need you and my mother to look after me at home."

"Yes, I know. Does Mr. Lang still have a few days of corvee to serve this year?"

Li Dalang: "There are still three days, don't worry, the county government has recently called people to repair the canals, and we will go there tomorrow before the land reclamation and goods collection have started."

Mrs. Li Xu said silently: "I will wait at home for your husband to come back."

"Ah."

Ji Qingyue never heard any big commotion in the Li family, but he only knew that they would not give up easily now. Although it was risky to ask Li Silang to get food, he was already alone and had no regrets. I'm just glad that I didn't scare the children, but worked hard to gain their trust, so that I wouldn't be easily betrayed.

But what to do now.

You must not ask Li Silang if he wants to eat again. I don’t know how long these two biscuits will last, and Li Silang seems to be going to autumn school soon, so there is not much time left for him.

Ji Qingyue guessed that Qiu Xue was very similar to the modern autumn semester. He could not stop a child from progressing. However, how he would survive after Li Silang left was an open question. If he still could not find a way to obtain food, what was waiting for him would still be with him. They faced the same predicament of starving to death before.

Letting Li Silang know about his existence was already dancing on the edge of a knife, and he accidentally started such a big battle. If more Li family members or even outsiders knew about his existence, I couldn't imagine what would happen.

He couldn't afford to gamble.

Now Ji Qingyue likes to sit on the big stone by the stream and listen to the sound of water and the movements of the Li family, and he can also look at the distant mountain scenery.

There is such a large field of wild grass in the distance. After the wind blows, the withered and yellow wild grass begins to sway, just like rice fields. It would be great if these fields were planted with rice...

Farming?

Ji Qingyue suddenly came to his senses and turned around. There was a large open space in front of the thatched cottage. It was a hundred meters wide from the thatched cottage to the stream. It would be a waste to leave such a wide land unused.

But he doesn't know how to farm and has no seeds.

As the sun grew stronger, Ji Qingyue filled the thermos with water and went back to the thatched cottage to avoid the sun. While eating dates, he stared blankly at the sun. Worry slowly came to his mind: Since the time here is the same as outside, what about the weather? ? What about temperature? If winter comes outside, will the temperature here also drop?

Once this thought arose, Ji Qingyue couldn't sit still at all.

No, we can’t sit still and wait for death. There is still some time before the temperature drops, but the thatched cottage needs to be repaired, otherwise the thatched cottage will turn into a water curtain hole when it rains!

Ji Qingyue spat out the date cores in his mouth and quickly looked around to see what materials could be used to strengthen his thatched cottage.

The most common ones around are pine trees. The leaves of pine trees are needle-shaped, so they shouldn't be used to build houses. There are also palm-sized broad-leaved trees with green leaves that have no flowers or fruits. I can’t identify what kind of trees they are, but they don’t look like they can be used to build houses.

This painter is really good at painting. After painting so many pine trees, why can't he paint some bamboos or plants with big leaves?

Ji Qing took a closer look at the old materials on the thatched hut and felt that they looked like wheat straw, but they were not. Thanks to the summer camp activities he participated in in middle school, he experienced the entire process of planting and harvesting wheat without going blind.

This unknown stalk is not a wheat stalk. It seems to be solid and very long.

I seem to have seen it somewhere.

Ji Qingyue stared at the wild grass on the other side of the stream. Aren't they just those long wild grasses?

He couldn't reach the other side, but this kind of weed also grew in the lower reaches of the stream here. The stream a hundred meters to the right of the thatched cottage was calm and slow, forming inlets, and close to the shore grew a large number of weeds. .

It's autumn, and the weeds have begun to turn yellow.

The more Ji Qing observed these weeds carefully, the leaves looked sharp and should not be easy to pick. He tried to pinch the roots of the weeds. They were very tough and could not be pinched or pulled with his nails.

It seems that we need to find sharp tools.

In such a simple place, of course the only thing that can be used is stones.

So Ji Qingyue picked up a stone that came to him and smashed it on another big stone. He smashed it over and over again to get the desired shape. If it broke, he replaced it with another one. Anyway, besides water and weeds, this place has the most rocks. .

After smashing it several times, Ji Qingyue finally got a handy and sharp stone knife.

Before coming here, the city where he stayed had already entered autumn, and people started to add clothes, so he was wearing underwear, a sweatshirt, jeans and sneakers.

In order to prevent weeds from cutting his hands and avoiding other unnecessary risks, if he was injured and there was no medicine, he would die not of hunger but of bacterial infection and wound decay. It would be a big loss.

Ji Qingyue stretched his sleeves and wrapped his hands, holding the weeds in his left hand, and holding a stone knife in his right hand to scratch the roots of the weeds. It worked, and the sharp stone blade cut the weeds in two strokes.

But the shortcomings of the stone knife were too obvious. It didn't take long for the stone blade to break. It would be troublesome to smash a new stone knife after each break. Ji Qingyue simply changed to a larger stone to break out the sharp edge and dull it. After taking it, you can barely use it again after grinding it.

Just like this over and over again, sharpening the knife and cutting the grass, cutting the grass and sharpening the knife, Ji Qingyue spent his morning here. At this time, his body was covered with dirt and grass clippings. Even though the temperature in the morning was not high, he had been working non-stop and his back was already soaked.

So he decided to go to the stream and have a good wash.

The freshly cut weeds contained a lot of water and were very heavy. Ji Qingyue couldn't move them after moving them twice. He couldn't hold them straight when he was cutting the grass, and now he can't lift his hands.

After going back and forth, he was hungry again.

But it’s not time to eat yet, the house needs to be repaired.

Ji Qingyue looked around the thatched cottage again. The thatched cottage was really simple, with a roof that leaked light and a grass wall that could be penetrated with a light poke. Fortunately, the painter didn't draw a tiger, otherwise he would have turned into a tiger on the first day he walked in. Dinner on the plate.

He looked at the wooden frame of the thatched cottage. Several thicker sticks were built into a rectangular shape. The four sticks were fastened together to form a roof, and then covered with straw mats woven from wild grass. That's it.

Before patching, Ji Qingyue had to check whether the wooden frame was stable, which would determine whether to add a few diagonal braces for reinforcement.

Ji Qingyue tried shaking the wooden frame to feel the degree of shaking and the toughness of the connection points. He determined that the wooden piles were driven deeper and there was no need to add diagonal braces. He only needed to strengthen the connection points. In this case, he needed to find some tougher plants. Freshly cut weeds are not suitable. These grasses will lose their toughness when they dry up and break easily, so they cannot be used to bind wood.

I recall that when I went to check out the foothills behind the thatched cottage yesterday, I saw many kinds of vines. Maybe some of them are useful.

Ji Qingyue walked through the pine forest to the foot of the mountain, and soon saw several different-looking rattans, some crawling on the ground, some climbing on trees, and some growing along rocks.

Ji Qing used the stone knife to scratch every time to see which ones were more difficult to cut.

After trying several types, he finally determined that the vines climbing rocks were the least likely to be cut. The plant fibers in the center of the vines were particularly dense. Even if the skin and middle section were cut, the middle core would be even more difficult to cut.

Ji Qingyue spent a lot of effort before cutting off the vines and binding them into a bundle to carry back.

After reinforcing the connection points, Ji Qingyue raised his head and found that the sun was going down. He had spent the whole day cutting weeds and canes.

Patting the dust on his hands, he took off his clothes and walked towards the stream. He picked up the bitingly cold stream water, and Ji Qingyue slowly washed away the stickiness on his body.

The setting sun on the other side of the mountain sank little by little, taking away the remaining brilliance.

After Ji Qingyue finished taking a shower, he rubbed the clothes on his body, used the remaining rattan to pull a clothesline, hung the clothes on it and spread them out to dry. The wind would dry them overnight. It didn't matter if he was naked. No one can see it anyway.

Apart from checking the time, he has been reluctant to turn on his mobile phone in the past few days. But even so, the power of his mobile phone and computer is gradually running out, and the charging warning sound sounds, and Ji Qingyue feels powerless.

In this case, why not have fun now!

There are several documentaries stored in the computer that he has watched several times. They introduce the work content of different professions. They are very classic.

Ji Qingyue lay in the thatched cottage, opened his notebook, and enjoyed the latest modern entertainment.

In the dark night, the ground outside the thatched cottage was filled with weeds that had been cut back in the morning and had no time to be patched. The naked Ji Qingyue lay reclining and stared at the screen. The flickering light reflected on Ji Qingyue's face, which was so calm and expressionless.

Time slowly skips zero, and the battery is in danger.

Ji Qingyue's mood suddenly became extremely difficult to describe. He didn't know what to think or how to control it. He was melancholy and happy at the same time.

Once his mobile phone and computer are shut down, it means that he has left his original world forever and is completely and utterly trapped in an embarrassing situation. He has to struggle to survive in this very primitive world.

People always have to continue to live. There is nothing in the past that cannot be abandoned, and there is nothing in the future that cannot be embraced.

After these days of resistance and torture, he slowly came to accept this strange and strange world, and then tried his best to survive here.

The battery quickly reached its end and the computer automatically shut down.

His eyes fell into darkness again, and Ji Qingyue's cheeks became wet.

Soon, the wind dried the moisture on his face, and his eyes turned to the starry sky in the distance, which was quite different.

At the same moment, Li Erlang was awakened by the whispering in his ears. Li Silang was lying in his arms, grinding his teeth and muttering: "Dad, stop fighting."

Li Erlang laughed, pushed his brother back to his seat, covered him with quilt and got out of bed.

Just when he opened the door and was about to go out, Li Erlang suddenly caught a glimpse of a strange light flashing in the study room opposite him. In just a blink of an eye, when he focused his gaze, the study room was completely dark. It seemed that he had misunderstood just now. Eyesight.

Li Erlang was very cautious and decided to go and have a look. He crossed the yard, stood outside the study, and peered in quietly from the window. Everything in the study was as usual, with no light and no one.

Could it be that the flickering light just now was really his illusion? Li Erlang touched his head, puzzled. Helpless, he had to put aside his doubts temporarily and ran to the hut.

Then sleepiness came over him, and he fell asleep in a daze after returning to the kang.

Ji Qingyue in the painting had no idea that the light projected from the screen was shining through. Instead, he slowly closed his eyes while looking at the night sky in silence.