Started as a thatched house and ended up as a female figure

Entering September, Cheng Wan could clearly feel that the temperature in Liangzhou had dropped significantly.

The villagers have started harvesting soybeans.

Only the Cheng family, Mrs. Zhang’s family, and Mrs. Song’s family planted their soybeans relatively late and are not yet fully mature, so they need to wait a little longer.

But we can’t wait too long. In any case, we need to harvest the soybeans and bring them home before the weather cools down again.

Otherwise, the soybeans will be frozen.

At this point, the soybeans in the field were wilted.

Cheng Wanyou followed Cheng Daniu and others to see the growth of soybeans in their own land.

The bean plants are not only short, but also sparse. Looking at them, almost half of the pods are deflated.

One look and it was clear that the harvest was definitely not going to be good.

If we rely entirely on the output of the fields, we will definitely be hungry again before next summer's harvest.

The soybeans in the field were not growing as expected, but the sweet potato seedlings cultivated by Cheng Wan were growing quite well.

Forty sweet potatoes were used to cultivate a total of 126 sweet potato seedlings.

Sweet potatoes like warm temperatures, are afraid of cold, and are intolerant of cold. Winter is about to come again in Liangzhou.

So Cheng Wan put a lot of thought into making these 126 sweet potato plants survive successfully after transplanting.

Cheng Wan first marked an area in the vegetable patch that would not be blocked by the house from the sun. It was probably less than the size of a piece of land.

Then carefully turn the soil, make ridges, and water.

After doing this, Cheng Wan transplanted the sweet potato seedlings into the prepared sweet potato field at similar intervals according to the vague impression in her mind.

Of course, this is all done with the help of Mrs. Lin and other farming veterans.

I have been farming for most of my life, and even though I have never planted sweet potatoes, as long as Cheng Wan gave the general idea, Mrs. Lin and the others would still get started faster than Cheng Wan.

After the sweet potato seedlings were transplanted, Cheng Wan went to the city to buy materials used by wealthy families to build greenhouses in winter, and covered the less than one cent of the sweet potato field in the shed.

Cheng Wan took care of these 126 sweet potato seedlings as if he were taking care of his ancestors. He spent a lot of money just buying the materials to build the shed, which made Mrs. Lin and the others smack their tongues.

However, when she thought about the possibility that these sweet potatoes could yield three to four thousand kilograms per mu, Mrs. Lin and the others understood why Cheng Wan treated these sweet potato seedlings so preciously and cautiously.

Fortunately, these sweet potato seedlings finally lived up to Cheng Wan's hard work. One hundred and twenty-two of the one hundred and twenty-six sweet potato seedlings survived.

"Old madam, why don't you see Miss Cheng?"

"She is holding Suisui in the shed."

"Ah Wan? Ah Wan? Shaoqing is here, come out of the shed quickly."

Shaoqing looked curious, "What shed?"

Old Mrs. Lin waved her hands with an indifferent expression, "I planted some things, so I built a shed for them because I was afraid they would get frozen."

Cheng Wan had said before that no one could tell anyone about sweet potatoes before they were planted.

Mrs. Lin and the others remember it well.

In the past few days, people from the village came to ask questions in a friendly manner, and the Cheng family all responded in this way.

Anyway, the shed is very close to my home, and there are always people at home, so I lock the door of the shed at night so I am not afraid that someone will sneak in.

Besides, there are indeed just some things planted in the shed. Even if someone is too curious and sneaks in, he can't pull out two sweet potato seedlings and leave, right?

Shaoqing nodded and didn't take it to heart.

Cheng Wan led Gu Yu out of the sweet potato shed and entered the courtyard gate of Cheng Erniu's house. Their hands were still stained with mud.

The two of them were watching the sweet potatoes and playing with the mud.

Mrs. Lin looked at the mud on Cheng Wan and Gu Yu's hands and couldn't help but choke. She quickly fetched water for them to wash their hands and said angrily: "Playing with mud again! What are you doing with Suisui?" Not good? Take him to play in the mud!"

Cheng Wan felt guilty and quickly pulled Gu Yu to wash his hands.

She also just discovered that this slightly moist soil is quite fun.

She even made a little tiger with Sui Sui and kept it in the shed.

Cheng Wan washed Gu Yu's hands and looked at Shaoqing, who was carrying a bundle and smiling, "Are you here to give Suisui clothes?"

Shaoqing smiled and nodded, "The weather in Liangzhou is getting cold too fast, so the young master asked me to bring some thicker clothes to the young master.

There is another thing. This group of refugees coming to Shuoyang will probably arrive in Shuoyang tomorrow. The young master asked the younger one to inform you. "

"Oh, it's almost here. How many days has it been? They've been cleaning up the house for several days."

Mrs. Lin handed the hand towel to Cheng Wan with a sigh on her face.

"Nai, it took us three or four days to get from Qinghua County to Shuoyang with Mu Shizi and the others.

The village chief and the others had no transportation vehicles and had to walk on their legs. In addition, they had not had enough to eat for such a long time, so they were probably very weak.

I estimate that they will be able to reach Shuoyang tomorrow. This is already the result of their efforts to travel. "

Cheng Wan said while lowering his head to wipe Gu Yu's hands.

"Little old ax, give it to my uncle."

Gu Yu's milky voice sounded.

At an age when I couldn’t even express myself in words, I started thinking about giving gifts to others.

Cheng Wan was a little confused. The little tiger made of clay was a bit too abstract. She felt a little embarrassed to show it to others.

"What little old axe?"

Shaoqing's ears were straightened, not missing any important points.

Gu Yu gestured with his little hand, "Little old axe, I knead it Wan Wan, and I also knead it Sui Sui."

Cheng Wan shook her head dumbfounded and said to Shaoqing: "It's a little tiger, made of mud and played with to coax Suisui."

"Sui Sui, the little tiger is a bit unsightly. Let's keep it for ourselves and not give it to your uncle, okay?"

Shaoqing's eyes flashed, he cheered up, his face full of sincerity.

"Miss Cheng, it doesn't matter whether I think it's good or not. What's important is that the young master pinched it. If the young master sees the little tiger that the young master pinched, he will be very happy!"

Cheng Wan blinked, "Okay, I'll get it for you when you leave."

Anyway, it’s just a little tiger that’s made of clay, and it’s not a good-looking little tiger at all.

Others don't dislike it, so of course I have nothing to worry about anymore.

"Thank you, Miss Cheng!"

Shaoqing was so excited that he thought to himself: "Master, I am going to bring you a gift again. Miss Cheng and the young master made this gift together. You will be very happy to see it!"

Cheng Wan waved her hand and said with a smile, "What's there to thank you for?"

Time has been quiet here, but on Village Chief Jia's side, as Cheng Wan said, they had tried their best to get on their way.

Not only Village Chief Jia and the others, the entire team was rushing on their way.

After wandering for too long, the refugees all wanted to reach Shuoyang as quickly as possible and settle down as soon as possible.

It's just that these refugees have been escaping all the way, and their bodies are more or less exhausted, so no matter how fast they go, they can't go any faster.