The fertile water of farming does not flow to outsiders' fields

In the evening, Xue Yinsong tucked Changhui in the quilt and told a story. Seeing that he was breathing evenly with his eyes closed, he was probably about to fall asleep, so he quietly got up and went back to his room.

In the winter night, there is silence everywhere, and the only thing in the house is a dim oil lamp. If a month earlier, the four people in the family were sitting in the house lively and chatting with charcoal fire, it would be indescribable, but now the four people because of their own The two reasons are separated, leaving a long and slanted figure in vain.

Xue Yinsong was worried about something, couldn't help pushing the window to look into the main room, only to see an oil lamp was lit in front of the opposite window, and two people inside were talking in a low voice but couldn't hear clearly.

It was too early to worry about it at this time. After thinking about it, he should pack up and go to sleep. The so-called soldiers come to cover up water and soil. There is really no way to predict some things in advance, so he can only take one step at a time.

After the rooster crowed at four o'clock in the morning, Xue Yinsong woke up inexplicably. He habitually turned around and hugged him but was in vain. Only then did he remember that Xiucai had been gone for several days.

I don't know if he is still used to eating and sleeping well in other places. Xue Yinsong suddenly felt like the mother of the child. The child took the college entrance examination, and the mother had trouble sleeping and eating at home. In the end, the child came back from the exam and laughed at the troublesome mother. Don't worry about it, hey.

The sky was getting brighter outside, and after the beginning of spring, the mornings were getting earlier and longer, and the days were getting longer and longer. Although it was still a little cold, Xue Yinsong got up, got dressed, and went to the yard to exercise.

He practiced martial arts since he was a child. Although he often got up late when he grew up, he would do two sets of boxing exercises every day after waking up.

It's just that the old man was already sitting on the threshold smoking a pipe, and he wasn't surprised to see him open the door. He was silent for a moment and said, "It's true, but it wasn't her. Ask who she is, but she won't tell me again."

"Where's Aunt Huan?"

"I went to the store." Father Xue raised his foot to knock the cigarette ash, and took two puffs: "It's really weird, people can't avoid it when this kind of thing happens, and she is still on her body, she said it a little bit awkwardly last night , She packed up a few clothes in a fit of anger and went to live in the shop."

"This shows that Aunt Huan has a kind heart. She would rather be misunderstood as her than protect the real victim." Xue Yinsong comforted his father with a smile: "That's good, I'm afraid she won't figure it out. How about this? After I finish my work, I will go to the store to persuade her in a while."

Father Xue was indignant: "What a grievance this is, don't let me know who this person is, otherwise I will definitely not be forgiven."

Xue Yinsong changed the subject and asked, "Father, what happened to the wheat seedlings in the field?"

"It looks good to me. It has already started tillering. During this time, we should pay attention to the rain. This year's spring does not have much rain, so we should prevent the soil from drying out."

Xue Yinsong asked again: "How are the seedlings of the tenants growing? I haven't visited them for a few days, so you have to keep an eye on them."

Old man Xue replied: "It's almost there. I'm teaching them to plow deep. If the plowing is done, they can plant seeds in two days. They don't raise pigs at home, and the base fertilizer is not enough. I'm afraid they won't be able to keep up with the growth later."

Xue Yinsong racked his brains and thought hard, but there was no chemical fertilizer in ancient times, and the absorption of farm manure was slow. After thinking about it, he asked: "How should we do this? Without base fertilizer, I am afraid it will be affected during the fruiting period."

"It doesn't matter. I teach them to store the urine separately from now on, and spray the leaves after it is decomposed. It will also be effective."

This is probably the earliest foliar spraying technology. Xue Yinsong thought to himself that plant ash could also have a certain effect, but the fertilizer effect was poor. If the fertility could not keep up in the later stage, it could only make do with it.

Because Aunt Huan was so angry that she didn't come back at noon, the two father and son made do with some fried rice, and Father Xue muttered to himself that he finally made fried rice with eggs for his son to take.

Aunt Huan was sitting at the door of the wine shop embroidering shoe soles. The women in the country were no better than the girls in the city. Even if they were sitting, they would still be busy with some needlework.

"Why are you here?" Aunt Huan smiled and stood up, "Do you want some water?"

Xue Yinsong shook his head: "I'll bring you rice, fried rice with fried eggs."

Aunt Huan sat down and said, "Put it on the table, I'm not hungry yet."

"Hey, Aunt Huan, what are you embroidering?"

Aunt Huan smiled and raised her hand: "The soles are embroidered for your father. His feet are sweaty. You can make a few pairs and wear them." It was done in the way of cross-stitching, his eyes lit up, isn't this just cross-stitching!

"Aunt Huan, do you know how to do cross stitch?"

Aunt Huan was puzzled: "What cross-stitch?"

It was only then that Xue Yinsong remembered that there was no such name in ancient times: "Aunt Huan, can you embroider other things?"

Aunt Huan didn't quite understand: "Are you talking about clothes? You have to use the flat embroidery method to embroider clothes, and this cross embroidery method is only used for shoe soles. What do you want to embroider?"

"I mean, if I give you a pattern, can you embroider it with this stitch?"

"It's easy as long as you look good."

Xue Yinsong said his thoughts, but Aunt Huan frowned: "There are only a few kinds of embroidery threads sold in the market. According to what you said, you want embroidery threads of different colors and similar colors, but I don't know where to buy them?"

Only when Xue Yinsong looked at the embroidery thread in the basket did he realize how simple his idea was. In ancient times, due to the immature dyeing technology, there were usually only limited color threads such as red, yellow, blue, black, and white. It is no problem to embroider some simple patterns with these five-color threads However, it is absolutely impossible to embroider cross-stitch.

Not to mention that cross-stitch mainly requires bright embroidery threads of various colors, and the highlight of cross-stitch is the gradual similar colors to achieve the effect of layer-by-layer rendering.

Thinking of this, Xue Yinsong was a little frustrated. It would be a great idea to develop cross-stitch, but he didn't know anything about chemical dyeing, so this idea could only be shelved.

"Aunt Huan, hurry up and eat, I've been out for a while, and the food is getting cold."

"Okay," Aunt Huan smiled, "Sit down for a while, and I'll bring it out right away."

Seeing her eating with chopsticks, Xue Yinsong took the opportunity to persuade her: "Aunt Huan, don't be angry with my father, although I don't know why you are arguing, but my father is actually a man with a knife mouth and a bean curd heart, and his words are not pleasant. If you offend anything, don't take it to heart."

Aunt Huan thought for a while, and said: "Please tell your father, this matter is easy for me to pass, but for others, it is a matter of life and death. I have already promised them not to disclose this matter." Get out, so I have to keep this a secret."

Xue Yinsong nodded: "OK."

Aunt Huan thought for a while and added: "If he really thinks about me, then don't ask or mention this matter. If he has other ideas, he can also bring them up. At most, it will be a divorce letter, and it will be irrelevant in the future."

Xue Yinsong was shocked: "Why is this?"

Auntie Huan smiled wryly, and it took her a long time to say: "I thought the hard days were coming to an end, but I didn't think it was just the beginning, so don't worry about it, just tell your father the exact words."

Seeing that he couldn't ask any more questions, Xue Yinsong waited for her to finish the meal, took an empty bowl and went home, but only said a few words in an understatement when he returned home. Hearing that she hadn't changed her mind, Xue Yinsong could only sigh.

As the saying goes, good things don't go out, bad things spread thousands of miles, and it only took two days. The story of a flower picker caught in the county quickly spread.

The county magistrate originally intended to close the case after the first trial. Who would have thought that the flower picker would pour beans into a bamboo tube to tell all the bad things he did, and he would say seven or eight in one breath. Seeing that this matter is getting more and more troublesome The bigger he got, the bigger the county magistrate was, and he immediately put the prisoner in jail and announced that he would be retried at another day.

In ancient times, this was a big event, but now this criminal has repeatedly committed crimes and has affected dozens of families. If he really wants to go to trial, the whole country will be shocked. The county magistrate will hold the lamp and think hard all night, and he will hold the head of the cell and give such orders. .

The next day, the prisoner's family members came to deliver the meal, but the prisoner died of poison within half an hour after eating.

Not long after, the higher-ups replied that the case was too involved and if the impact of the trial would be bad, fortunately the suspect still knew himself, so it was very good to close the case and report it to the court.The county magistrate carefully sorted out the whole process of the case for three days and wrote it clearly in a few thousand words. In the memorial, he greatly praised how Shangguan supported him and how wise he was.

Not long after the emperor got the memorial, seeing that the memorial was written in elegant lower script and well-organized, he was immediately overjoyed, and personally wrote a plaque hanging high in the mirror, and also distributed a bunch of rewards.

As the saying goes, some families are happy and some are sad. Those who get promoted and get rich are naturally happy, but those who are named are very worried. Although the county magistrate cut it off in time, there are still seven or eight families who have been clearly named. , among them are the widows of Chenjia Village.

For a while, people in Chenjia Village were discussing a lot, and the women in the village stayed at home without going out. Although the three families were all suspected, the hot topic of discussion was still on Zhang Binghuan. Open a liquor store in public.

The spirit of gossip is to get to the bottom of the matter, so some things about her Chen Zhima rotten millet are slowly remembered, for example, she once had a little interest with Chen Wei in the village, but it was only later that Chen Wei's family objected strongly. Give it up; for example, she has been giving preferential treatment to the old Rongtou in the village for a long time, and she has to give an extra sip every time she drinks; another example...

If old man Xue was still thinking about going with her two days ago, the idea of ​​always telling the truth when she is sad and unable to bear it has long since disappeared. He also said to his son the day before yesterday that I have lived most of my life without any troubles. After these two days of verbal baptism, the father completely regretted that he was about to take back his promise.

In his life, Father Xue cherishes not only money but also reputation. He never steals, grabs, or takes advantage of others all his life because he is afraid of being judged behind him. In the end, when he was old, he suffered from this sap, and he simply locked himself up for two days without going out. Have a meal.

Aunt Huan lived in the wine shop for two days, and she probably figured it out. She didn't open the shop after washing up early in the morning, so she quietly went to the house to find Xue Yinsong, and straight to the point, she said to him: "Ask your father to write a divorce letter. I don't blame him for anything."