What could be wrong with the salted fish attack?

The air suddenly quieted down.

Because bamboo weaving is piled up all year round in the yard, there is a clear fragrance.

Coupled with the rustling sound of Nanxing weaving, it makes people feel peaceful.

Uncle Wu ate two pieces of peaches. Seeing that Jing Mo was still sitting still, he pushed the plate to his side and said, "You eat some too."

"Okay." Jing Mo picked up a piece and took a bite. The peach flesh was crispy and sweet, which was not bad.

Uncle Wu asked while eating, "Since you want to settle down in Nanhe Village, don't you plan to buy some land?"

To be honest, Jing Mo really didn't intend to.

He has already made a plan to eat and die all his life, and he really doesn't want to make himself tired.

Farming is tiring, as Jingmo has experienced.

The base has just been built, and there is a lot of waste to be done. When these supernatural beings are not on missions, they have to help build the base, which includes farming.

Even if he is a wood-type power user, he can't escape, and farming is something engraved in the genes of every Chinese person. When he picked up the hoe, he felt certain memories in his body were awakened.

He tried rubbing blood blisters with both hands, which was different from beating strange beasts.

So in the next life, he has no idea of ​​farming at all.

But the seed in the ring...

People who have experienced other worlds will never waste food, let alone seeds.

There was always a voice in Jingmo's mind telling him to pass on the seeds.

Fortunately, when the planet migration plan was implemented, they were evacuated in batches. Besides him, there were other wood-type supernatural beings who left the earth with seeds and went to Nova, so that the remaining humans would not be ruined because of his death.

But since he came here, he can sow these seeds here.

The output in this era cannot meet the demand.

Jing Mo knows it all.

"Let's talk about it, maybe I will rent some fields and grow some crops." Jing Mo only said so.

Uncle Wu was afraid that he would only make money and not know how to live, so he made a point: "If you plan to farm, you have to start preparing, and it will be summer planting soon."

"I know, Fifth Uncle, I'll go back first." After sitting for a while, it was almost lunch time.

"No more meetings?" Fifth Uncle asked to stay.

"No, let's talk next time." Jing Mo said to Nan Xing again: "Brother Xing, I'm going back."

Nan Xing hummed casually without raising his head.

"..." Well, it's him who is being sentimental.

Jing Mo was a little dumbfounded.

Uncle Wu got up to see him off, and wanted to lock the door, but before Jing Mo went out, a person walked in outside.

He is also an acquaintance, and it is Nanhai.

"Why are you here?" Nan Hai couldn't help being surprised when he saw Jing Mo when he looked up.

"Uncle Hai." Jing Mo met him face to face.

Fifth Uncle said from behind: "Ah Hai."

Nan Hai then looked at Fifth Uncle: "Fifth Uncle, we are ready to sow seedlings. Brother asked me to come over and ask you."

Uncle Wu said: "You sit down first."

"Hey, what's the matter with Jingmo?" Nan Hai asked casually.

Uncle Wu said: "He caught some fish in the morning and sent one over. I'll let him have a cup of tea along the way."

"So..." Uncle Hai said to Jingmo again: "I seldom see you at ordinary times. You just moved to Nanhe Village, and you are not familiar with the place where you live. If you need us, just tell us."

Jing Mo accepted his kindness: "I remember, thank you Uncle Hai."

"You're welcome." Uncle Hai called Nan Xing again: "Xing Xing, are you still busy?"

Jing Mo left Nan Xing's house while they were talking. After going out, he looked back and saw the three people enjoying themselves happily.

He did it all over again, not fettered by fame and power, maybe others are the same?

All he did was for a shelter from the rain, three meals a day.

This is his new birth, what if it is the same for others?

Jing Mo made a decision in his heart.

He went back to prepare lunch first, and in the yard, the stupid fish caught on the mountain had a chance to breathe, the scars healed and the pain was forgotten, and they swung their tails leisurely in the tub again.

Jing Mo squatted there watching for a long time, showing no mercy, and slaughtered the fish with a knife.

This fish is fatter than the other two.

Jing Mo chopped the fish head and prepared to make fish head soup.

Another half of the fish is reserved, and I am going to make pickled fish at night.

During the lunch meal, he fried the fish pieces until they were browned. After the fragrance oozes out, he added minced garlic and stir-fried them, and finally added water to cook them.

It took almost half an hour to prepare lunch, and after eating, it was already noon.

The sun that cuts through the clouds and mist in the morning and shines on the earth dries up the wetness left over from last night again.

The weather is once again in hot weather.

Jing Mo put the peeled peach into his mouth and took a bite, sitting under the eaves, eating the peach while looking at the sky outside.

Although he had decided to plant the seeds, the scorching heat still made people retreat.

But people can be timid, but they can't stand still.

Jing Mo gnawed the peaches in two or three bites, washed the peach cores and cleaned the pulp, dug a hole in the vegetable patch in the yard and buried it, and poured a wave of supernatural powers, hoping that it will break out of the ground in the future and grow big and sweet. peaches.

He washed his hands, went back to his room to get the money, and before going out, he still took the basket with him.

While you have time, let's pick up all the peaches first, so as not to rot and waste them on the ground.

Jing Mo is going to the village chief's house. As Nan Hai said, he is not familiar with the place where he was born, and every household's land is in short supply. It is estimated that no one is willing to rent two or three mu of land for him to 'fiddle'.

So it's better to go to the village chief directly.

When I went to the village chief's house, the other party had just finished lunch and was resting.

Perhaps it was too hot, so he was sitting under the eaves, fanning himself with a cattail fan.

"village head."

The village head kept moving his hands: "Why are you here?"

Jingmo confessed his purpose: "I want to rent some land, do you have any?"

"There are no paddy fields, but there are several acres of dry land. Do you want it?"

This is also normal. As the saying goes, relying on mountains to eat mountains and relying on water to drink water, the family's one-acre three-point land must be used to the extreme.

Moreover, rice is the staple food in Nanhe Village, and paddy fields are even more scarce, so naturally there will be no listings for sale.

But Jingmo doesn't plan to grow rice at the moment, and the rice needs to be raised first. Although his seeds are unusual and the time has been shortened, it is not the best choice at present.

"can."

The village head put down the cattail fan: "You sit down first, wait for me for a while."

After that, he got up and went into the house.

Jing Mo sat down on another bamboo chair.

This is a chair with a backrest, the style is somewhat familiar, the same as Nan Xing's.

After a while, the village chief came out of the house holding a notebook.

He lowered his head and frowned while flipping through the pages, asking Jing Mo, "What are you going to plant?"

"Corn, potatoes and tomatoes."

"Isn't it something from our Daqing Dynasty? I haven't heard of it."

This gave Jing Mo an excuse, so he didn't need to think about it: "It's really not, I got it from outside when I went to the business."

After hearing this, the village chief asked three times in a row: "Have you planted it? How is the yield? Are you sure?"

Jing Mo only said briefly: "I have planted it, the yield of corn and potatoes is high, and the nutritional value of tomatoes is good. Don't worry, I am sure."

Hearing this, the village head looked up at him: "Someone rented out three acres of dry land here, and the rent is 250 yuan per mu plus a load of grain for one season."

"Is there a request for food?"

"No, give me what you plant."

Jing Mo hummed: "Let's rent two acres first."

"I'll take you to have a look first, and sign the paperwork after you're satisfied."

"can."

The village chief put the notebook back in the house, went out to put on straw sandals and a straw hat, and led Jingmo out the door.

"Where are you going with the bamboo basket on your back?"

On the way, the village chief chatted with him.

Jing Mo said: "Pick peaches."

"Ok?"

"It's very sweet. I'll get some for you when I come back later."

The village chief smiled: "You are leisurely."

"It's okay." Jing Mo was not modest.

The village head said: "I also heard that you don't go out much after you live in. What do you say you stay at home every day?"

"Eat, sleep, grow vegetables."

"Growing vegetables?"

Jing Mo said: "I trimmed the land in the yard and planted some small green vegetables."

"Not boring?" the village head wondered.

In his view, this kind of life is wasted.

Jing Mo smiled. In the eyes of others, it may be boring, but for a person who repeatedly jumps on the line of life and death, a moment of peace is what he dreams of.

Not only did he not feel bored or lonely, on the contrary, these days were the time when he slept most peacefully in the ten years since his father left.

But these things are not enough to explain to outsiders, and others will not understand: "So I came out to farm."

The village chief smiled and said: "I don't know about you, but you said that day that you were forced to live here. Now that you have decided to settle down in Nanhe Village, you have to plan for your future life. Maybe you are now There is still some capital, but you can’t just sit and eat, you travel all over the world, and some are talented, and farming is too tiring, I’m afraid you won’t get used to it, if you can, it’s also good to go to a big family to find a job as a nurse or do some small business.”

"Well, I'll think about it."

The village head smiled: "You can listen and persuade."

Jing Mo didn't speak, just smirked.

In the end, he was unfamiliar, and the village chief didn't dare to interfere too much with Jingmo's affairs, so he just said what he said.

The two went all the way to Luoshan.

Mount Yuluo is the mountain where Jingmo fell.

The dry land is at the foot of it.

There is only a five or six meter wide dirt road between Luoshan and Luoshan.

This piece of dry land is in a good location. Not only is it close to the water source, it is convenient to divert water, and it is also connected together, which makes management much easier.

But there is a lot of grass, because it has not been planted in the first half of the year, and the weeds are luxuriant, almost reaching the knees of Jingmo.

The village head trampled down the weeds by their roots, stood on top, and said to Jing Mo: "My suggestion is, you ask someone to help weeding. The villagers are used to farm work, they are fast with their hands and feet, and they know how to deal with these weeds."

"I'm planning to do this. Besides weeding, I will hire people for pine land, planting and subsequent management."

The village chief asked, "That's a lot of money."

Jing Mo smiled: "It's okay, can you help me find someone?"

"That's not a problem, it's just about the wages..."

"Based on the market price."

Jing Mo has already thought about it. Spending money will not only allow him to quickly integrate into the village, but also make others appreciate him.

People in this era are honest, he provides a chance to survive, not only will others not think that they are worth money, but the relationship between Party A and Party B will be grateful.

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