Siheyuan: Survival Guide for Courtyard No. 95

When he sucked the trees into the small world in Mangshan, he had already selected some trees suitable for building houses. In the small world, he only needed to conceive it in his mind, and the other small worlds could complete it automatically.

As soon as he thought of it, the foundation was laid. He started to build with tree stumps as the bottom was suspended in the air. Peeled logs were floated directly from the hill. The use of mortise and tenon structure allowed Zhao Shanhe to save most of the nails, which also saved him a lot of trouble. You know, nails were hard currency in those days.

It took just over an hour to build the wooden house, mainly because he designed it to be small, just enough for sleeping. The furniture in the house only had a bed, a set of tables, chairs and benches, and a pile of wooden basins, bowls and spoons. There was not even a wardrobe, because he was afraid that people would live too comfortably and forget that this was not the real world.

After the wooden house was completed, Zhao Shanhe went to see the fish pond by the river. It was said that it was better to raise fish by introducing running water, so a row of fine holes were made on the upper and lower sides of the fish pond, so that water from the river could flow into the fish pond. Fish grow slowly without food, and even in the small world, they have to abide by the law of conservation of energy. In the end, he had to cut some of the weeds that had just emerged on the top of the hill and throw them in. Without food, the fish could only make do like this for the time being. After the corn was ripe, they could directly feed it corn stalks and corn leaves.

Finally, we came to the black soil. There was half a pound of shelled peanuts. After removing the shells, only three ounces were left. They had been soaked in advance to germinate when the wooden house was made. If you want to sow peanuts in one acre of land, you need about 30 pounds of peanut seeds, so these three ounces of seeds could only be scattered sparsely on half an acre of land.

Zhao Shanhe was not discouraged. Time flows 10 times faster in the small world, and the harvest can be made in 15 days. Crops like peanuts generally have a 20 to 30 times return. He planted three taels this time, and when they mature, he could harvest 7 to 9 kilograms. Even if he removes the shells, there will still be at least 4 or 5 kilograms of seeds. After cultivating the crops slowly for a few months, he is afraid that there will be too many peanuts to eat, and they can be used to extract oil.

Planting Jingxi rice is much more troublesome than planting peanuts because it requires raising seedlings and transplanting rice seedlings. Take raising seedlings as an example. Even if the time flow rate is 10 times faster, it still takes two or three days. Three taels of seedlings are just enough to plant one mu of land. It is said that everything is difficult at the beginning, but only when you get started will you know that this is really extraordinary difficulty.

As for the white horse tooth corn, it is very simple. Even if you want to plant it outside the small world, you just need hands.

You just need to form small holes 5 to 8 centimeters deep on the black soil, and throw 2 or 3 corn seeds into each hole. You don't need to water it in a hurry. This kind of corn is very drought-resistant. As long as the soil is not cracked due to drought, it can survive. Moreover, it only takes 12 days from sowing to harvesting. Even if Zhao Shanhe can't buy anything in the countryside, he can complete a job worth 30 yuan just by delivering corn to the steel mill.

The only drawback is that there are currently no living things in this small world, and there are no bees for pollination, so it is unknown whether the things planted will bloom and bear fruit. But when I think about it, this is after all a "magic weapon" for time travel, so there should be some magical effects, right?

I washed my work clothes and cotton-padded jacket by the river, and took a bath in the river. After I got ashore, the clothes dried automatically with a thought, and when I put them on, I realized I didn't even have to iron them.

I returned to the back room of my house, took the bedding and pillow back to my little world, fluffed the cotton again, washed the bedding, and after drying it, it was as good as new in my hands. I could use it for free for at least two more years.

He made his bed and prepared to go to sleep, but suddenly remembered that he hadn't had dinner yet. He left the small world and looked into the kitchen. There was only that damn cornmeal. If it wasn't so late, he would have found a restaurant to have a good meal. However, people had to face reality. He heated up the cornmeal porridge he had made a few hours ago, and ate it with some radish peels, soy sauce and pickles. He had to go to Wang Lizhuang Village again tomorrow. If there was no meat, he could eat eggs. He had had enough of cornmeal.

When he woke up and came out of the small world, it was already morning. Fortunately, he set the time flow rate in the wooden house to 1:1, otherwise, it would be funny if he woke up and saw that it was still midnight outside.

Finally, there was no need to use newspaper to light the stove. He just took a coal ball into the small world and with a thought, the coal ball was already burned through. He boiled water, washed his face, and brushed his teeth, all the same things he did in normal times. His purpose was to make others think that he was still the Zhao Shanhe of the past.

In the morning, I steamed more than ten steamed buns with corn flour in the kitchen. I ate three of them while they were hot and threw the rest into the still space next to the small world wooden house so that they would still be hot when I took them out next time.

I pushed my bicycle all the way to the gate of the yard. Today is Monday, and everyone who has work in the yard has to go to work, so the yard is obviously a lot busier.

Xu Damao from the backyard went to the Propaganda Department of the Third Steel Rolling Mill after graduating from high school. He has been an apprentice projectionist for two years. He follows his father to the countryside to eat and drink all day long. He has no conflict of interest with Zhao Shanhe, so they seem to have a good relationship. At least they will say hello when they see each other.

When Zhao Shanhe went out, he happened to meet the father and son. Both of them were pushing the bicycles issued by the factory to the projectionists.

"Good morning, Uncle Xu. Good morning, Damao too."

"Good morning, Shanhe. Have you eaten yet, since you're going to work so early?"

"We ate three steamed breads. These steamed breads are best eaten while they are hot. Once they are cold, they become hard and hurt your teeth. What did you and Uncle Xu eat in the morning, Damao?"

"My dad and I had two-grain steamed buns for breakfast, and I ate four in one go..."

Xu Damao had only said half of his words when his father glared at him and he was stopped. Most people in this yard eat steamed bread or cornmeal porridge in the morning, but you are the only one showing off? Aren't you afraid of being envied? Besides, with the current food supply, can you afford to eat four?

It seems that this guy can't change his bad habit of bragging whether he drinks or not. That's right, if he doesn't have these skills, he won't be able to marry Lou Xiao'e in the future.

When the three of them arrived at the central courtyard, they happened to meet He Yushui. The girl had a steamed bread in her mouth and one in each hand. She hurried out of the courtyard without saying hello. She was probably late for school because she had gotten up late that night.

Zhao Shanhe was watching Yu Shui running out of the Chuihua Gate when he heard Sha Zhu shouting from behind.

"Yushui, you forgot to take your Chinese textbook."

As he spoke, he chased towards the front yard. At this time, Sha Zhu had not fallen into the Jia family's trap yet, because Jia Dongxu was still alive, and the uncle did not let him bring lunch boxes to the Jia family.

However, next year will be the 59th year, and Jia Dongxu is the only one in the Jia family who has a ration. If he doesn't think of a way, his family will have a really hard time. You know, during the three-year natural disaster, money cannot be said to be useless, but it really didn't work that well. The food prices in the old city have skyrocketed, and that little salary is really not enough to do anything.