Leaning on the fence to watch the birth of the moon

The adobe house needs to be built very quickly. The corners of the walls are built with stones, and the thickness of the walls is clamped with wooden boards, and then yellow mud and straw are piled into the wooden boards.

Mo Xian vaguely remembered a column about the ancient Great Wall that he had read in his previous life. This is how the Great Wall was built in the Qin Dynasty, and there are still ruins to prove it in modern times.Most of the brick Great Wall was built during the Song and Ming Dynasties.However, the requirements for building a house in a farmer's house are naturally not as strict as that of the city wall, and it takes a lot less time - although they don't have many people to build a house.

The two brothers of the Sun family didn't come, not because they didn't want to help, or because they rejected Mo Xian, but because they also had a lot of things at hand. After all, they wanted to help Mo Xian make a set of furniture for his new home.

Liu Qi, Xiao Hunter, and Zhao Wuye, although they are few in number, work neatly.Before, Mo Xian had already confirmed that even if these people knew martial arts, they only knew some foreign martial arts.But internal martial arts are indeed not very good.But this time it was Mo Xian, a master of the inner family, who was holding back this time. He could cook, wash, and even do simple sewing, but he had never built a house.

These tasks sound simple, but once you get started, you will know that it is not.Even though Mo Xian has deep inner strength, at the beginning, he always did things with half the effort. There were also a few times when he used his strength, he forcibly broke the wooden boards used as partitions, or punctured the earthen walls, and in the end he was simply chased away by everyone. Going to stir the mud embryo...

But what makes Mo Xian more proud is that he built the beams on several rooms, and it is very chic to jump up with the beams on his shoulders!Although the first time I almost stepped on a wall...

The house can't be lived in after it's built, it needs to dry for a while, and it's also a good season for building houses that Mo Xian is catching up with now.Autumn is here, the sun is not too strong, and the wind and rain are not too much, which is very suitable for the walls to dry gradually.However, there are also some small cracks, but don't worry, just add some yellow mud and paste it on the wall.

While waiting for the house to dry in the shade, Mo Xian went down to the ground a few times—just in time for the harvest.

Mo Xian originally thought that he would see a piece of golden wheat, but who knew that what was being harvested was sorghum. The red sorghum was three to four meters high, and a few people went in and disappeared.Although there are only a few fields here, and the sorghum fields are not many, one can imagine how magnificent the green gauze tents in the original book are.

Mo Xian is very strange, why not grow wheat?As far as he knew, not many people in this era ate sorghum anymore. Even when he was a handyman apprentice in the Jieyun Sect, he ate steamed buns with rough noodles.

Mo Xian asked, Liu Qi who was beside him at that time did not ridicule him, but patiently helped him answer.

It turns out that Zhongzhou farms have two crops a year, but these two crops are not all wheat, sowing in late autumn, and harvesting in early summer of the next year is wheat, which is also commonly known as winter wheat.After that, sorghum is planted, and about four months later, the summer is over, and the sorghum is mature and harvested in early autumn, and then wheat is planted in the same cycle, and so on.This is two crops a year.

But we can’t always plant like this, it’s too labor-intensive, and we have to plant beans in the field once every two years to raise the land.

Mo Xian nodded, even saying that he was ignorant.He originally thought that the so-called double crops a year meant that the same crop was planted twice a year and harvested twice, but now he realized that it was not true at all—but in fact, it was not Mo Xian's fault, because when he was in school , Those teachers also think so, and they naturally teach like this when teaching.

As for those who eat sorghum, it is because the taste and texture of red sorghum are indeed not as good as rice and white noodles.But also because sorghum yields are actually not good.However, the low output of sorghum rice does not mean that the output of sorghum stalks is also low.Sorghum stalks are the best fuel for farm fires, and they are basically relied on throughout the winter.

Cleared up the doubt, the following is naturally to work.

Although the sorghum is three to four meters high, when harvesting, you have to bend over to collect it, and use a sickle to cut it close to the root.As a result, after a day, he was obviously the one who stopped to rest the most. Mo Xian's feeling was only one word - tired!Especially his waist, he was so tired that he was about to break it.Others could tell that they were tired too, but it was Mo Xian who was the most unbearable.

On the way back, Zhao Wuye ordered that he went to Liu Qi's house for a drink, and told Mo Xian not to wait for him.Before Mo Xian could go far, Aunt Liu Qi chased after her with a small bamboo basket full of bean flour pancakes, saying that she thanked Mo Xian for helping to reclaim the land.Mo Xian had a fever on his face, and knew that it was Zhao Wuye and Liu Qi who saw his condition and took special care of him.

But Mo Xian is tired, but he will not wrong Seventh Senior Brother, and still takes care of him to eat and drink, which is convenient.Moreover, Mo Xian was afraid that he would get bed sores from lying down for a long time, so after scrubbing him, he carefully rubbed the medicine powder he prepared himself.After finishing everything, Mo Xian himself only roughly wiped it twice, and threw himself on the bed, lying on his stomach to lay his dead body.

"Back pain?" Before letting Mo Xian manipulate him, Seventh Senior Brother also saw that something was wrong with Mo Xian.

"Yeah." Mo Xian was flustered with exhaustion, and his brain was duller than before, but he became more courageous, and vaguely leaned towards Senior Brother Seven, resting his head on his shoulder and wrapping his arms around his waist.

Seventh Senior Brother froze for a moment, remembering that he was teased by Mo Xian last time (in fact, teasing is more correct), but seeing that he didn't make progress, and he looked really tired, so his heart softened, and he let him go. She even gently beat the acupuncture points on his waist.

Seventh senior brother has never learned massage and massage, but just like the ghost doctor said that medicine and martial arts are interlinked, the acupuncture points that Seventh senior brother beat really made Mo Xian a lot more relaxed, and also made his mind clearer.

Enduring the soreness, Mo Xian got up, fumbled around in his small package, found a porcelain bottle, went out to find out the rice wine left by Mr. Zhao Wu, melted the medicine powder in the bottle with the rice wine, He returned to the house with the bowl in hand.

"Senior brother rub it for me." After taking off the clothes on his upper body, Mo Xian put the bowl between the two of them, and said while lying on his side.

Knowing that he was really uncomfortable, Seventh Senior Brother naturally wouldn't say anything else, even if one hand was inconvenient, he soaked his hands in wine and rubbed them for him bit by bit.

The place where he was rubbed gradually became hot, not only because of the strength of the medicine, but also because the person who rubbed him was a special one.But Mo Xian didn't dare to say much, just closed his eyes, enjoying the tenderness of this moment.

"When I recover, I will go with you, and you won't be so sad." Brother Qi thought that if he recovered, two people would do one thing, and he would be able to share half of the burden.

"When you recover, it will turn out that the two of us rubbed each other on the bed."

"What are you talking about?" Seventh Senior Brother blushed, feeling that the scene Mo Xian said was too imaginative.

Mo Xian's lower back became even hotter. He didn't think that way when he said it, but when he was asked by Senior Brother Qi, he couldn't help thinking that way...

Both of them didn't know what to say, only Senior Brother Qi massaged, and the sound of water he occasionally made resounded in the room, it sounded more and more itchy for some reason.

So Mo Xian was afraid that he couldn't help it, so he quickly found another topic: "If there is something that can cut wheat by itself, it would be good to cut sorghum."

"But it's also strange, obviously there are columbine carts for planting, but why are there no reaping utensils?" Seventh Brother also quickly answered, but his answer gave Mo Xian a flash of inspiration.

The columbine car has been studied in history in the past, and it existed in the Han Dynasty in the previous life. It should be said that it is the earliest automatic seed drill in the world. Similar agricultural equipment did not appear in Europe until the fifteenth century, and it was inspired by China.There are also columbine vehicles in this world. I don’t know when they happened, but it should be around the same time as China in the previous life.

As for the automatic harvester, Mo Xian vaguely remembered that he had seen it before, but it was first invented by the West. Mo Xian forgot the specific time of invention and the specific shape of this thing, but he did remember that it was first drawn by a horse. Yes, it doesn't need electricity.

In that case, maybe he could invent it?

Mo Xian rubbed his chin, he couldn't wait for Senior Brother Qi to recover and let him suffer with him, right?

"Senior Brother?" Mo Xian turned over, cleaned up the wine bowl, and then returned to the bed, holding Senior Brother Seven's arm with both hands, and put his lips next to his ear.

"Huh?" Seventh Senior Brother was a little itchy and a little embarrassed. He wanted to hide but how could he dodge?Fortunately, Mo Xian only stopped here and did not do anything else, so he could only grit his teeth and endure it.

"Our life will get better and better." Mo Xian whispered in his ear as Senior Brother Seven stopped struggling.

Seventh Senior Brother couldn't help laughing, so he came here just to say such a sentence?But listening to him say that really made me feel comfortable.

"Well, it will get better and better." After answering him, Seventh Senior Brother felt a little nervous in his heart. The Junior Brother originally asked him if he wanted to become famous. You are living well, right? "However, it's actually pretty good now."

"Well, I think so too. But when necessary, it's always good to relax and enjoy a little more."

"Little Mo..." Seventh Brother was still a little worried.

"Senior Brother, don't worry, I won't make myself known to everyone." Mo Xian rubbed on Senior Brother Seven's shoulder twice, found the most comfortable position, and fell asleep.

When he was running around in the deep mountains and old forests with the seventh senior brother, Mo Xian thought that what he wanted to do was to be a real farmer.Those businesses that can make money, such as glass burning, steel making, wine making, etc., which he saw in novels in the past, he just swallowed them in the past. Come on, but he would never touch these things, they are too eye-catching and dangerous, what he wants is to live a stable life, and he has no lofty ideals such as achieving a career, so he will definitely let them rot in his stomach.

As for turning brown sugar into white sugar, using mushroom powder to make monosodium glutamate, earthworms to raise chickens, etc., maybe he can do it, but it is definitely only a very small amount, as long as he can eat enough for himself, and he will not sell it at all, so as not to attract attention .

Now this automatic harvester is similar to the latter. The arable land in Shuanggui Village is as sparsely populated as the village in Shuanggui Village. There are farmlands on one side and barren grass slopes on the other side. Hares and foxes come out from time to time. Not even half of it.

Moreover, the few families in the village are not talkative, and they only use it in the village, so nothing will happen to them.