What could be wrong with the salted fish attack?
Chapter 24: Chapter 24
When he returned to the kitchen, Fifth Uncle had already served the porridge.
He looked at the gleaming big pot and asked Nan Xing, "Is this a silver pot?"
"I don't know." Nan Xing didn't see it either, so he just muttered, "I don't know when I bought it back."
"It seems that Jingmo has left a lot of basic money." Uncle Wu took a mouthful from a spoon, blew it cold, and ate it into his mouth.
Nan Xing picked up the porridge in the bowl with a spoon: "I don't know what he thinks, if you say that you can't be busy with the rented land, you can forget about hiring someone, but it turned out that he was fine, so he just showed his face. As you said, raising a chicken is troublesome, so do you have to buy it in the future?"
"Don't worry, I don't think he is someone who has no plan." Fifth Uncle said.
"Yes, we are not the roundworms in his stomach, how can we know what he is thinking." Nan Xing shook his head and said.
Uncle Wu smiled and changed the subject: "This porridge is really good."
"Well, what is this?"
"Pork liver, Jingmo said to replenish blood, you can buy some when you go to the town in the future, and let Jingmo teach you how to do it." Fifth Uncle also wanted Nan Xing to nourish his body.
"You just believe what he says?" Nan Xing laughed.
Uncle Wu also laughed: "Why did he lie to me?"
The grandpa and grandson finished dinner talking and laughing.
On Jingmo's side, apart from the crowing of chickens and ducks, it seemed much deserted.
When he got home, he separated the porridge mixed with rice bran in the basin, and put the extra side for the pheasants and ducks.
Since the two are opened separately, but fortunately the length of the chicken cages is the same, Jing Mo put the doors together and put the chicken food bowl at the joint, so that both pheasants and ducks can eat.
I poured water on the chicks again and gave them the small chicken food bowl.
Finally, I went to check the status of the mountain egg, and there was nothing abnormal, but just to be on the safe side, Jing Mo still injected the wave power.
Then wash your hands and eat.
And the sunset on the west mountain, the willow shoots on the moon, another day quietly passed by.
......
Early the next morning, after Jing Mo got up and washed, he went to check the situation of the chicken food. There was still some rice bran porridge left from the stirring last night, so he could have a meal in the morning, and the fifth uncle brought over the lettuce leaves.
Then he looked at the pheasants. The pheasants that had been imprisoned for two days were much more honest, so Jing Mo released them.
After the two pheasants came out, they didn't dare to run around, so they circled around the chicken cage.
As for the chick cubs, they had already been having fun in the yard.
Jing Mo would go to the field later, and he didn't dare to let the pheasant and chick cubs stay together, and they had to be locked up later, but let them come out to get acquainted first.
He went to the kitchen and warmed up the lean porridge left over from last night in a pot.
The lean meat porridge was chilled with well water after he let it cool, and the taste did not change.
There was a big bowl left, just enough for his morning meal.
After breakfast, he washed the clothes he changed last night and hung them in the yard to dry. It was almost the end of the hour, and Jing Mo was about to go to the field to have a look.
He mercilessly put the pheasant that had just given birth to a little courage back into the chicken coop, added water to the bowl, and added a lot of lettuce leaves to the two cages, and then locked the door and went out.
While walking on the road, Jing Mo saw many villagers picking seedlings, and knew that this was the beginning of Xia Zhong.
On the continuous fields, there are many bamboo baskets, and the green seedlings move with the wind. The men in the paddy fields whip the oxen to rake the ground, and the women and children roll up their trousers to plant the rice seedlings.
It's hot, and the joy of summer seeds is even hotter.
When Jing Mo went to the field, besides Nanhai, he also saw Nanxing.
He was a little surprised and asked, "Didn't you say that you have to do knitting at home today?"
Nan Xing was wearing a straw hat and straw sandals. He was dressed in brown and black and stood upright. He was holding a six-toothed rake in his hand, and he was knocking the heads of the overturned grass in the South China Sea.
"Originally, but the field was too busy, so I asked Grandpa to do it at home." Nan Xing explained.
"What are you busy with?" Jing Mo thought of something: "You guys want Xia Zhong too?"
"Well, just these two days."
What did Jing Mo want to understand: "Then do you still have time to help me farm?"
"Don't worry, there are enough people, and if you take over your work, they will naturally do it for you."
In this way, Jingmo understands that in this era, the most indispensable thing is labor, and he is still working for a fee. Since the land and earning money are not delayed, how can every household get one person out.
"Are you busy at home?"
Nan Xing nodded, and he pushed aside the weeds picked out by the rake, his movements flowing like clouds and flowing water: "My family has a lot of hands." He said seemingly unintentionally: "But you, if you have nothing to do, you might as well work as follows."
"Haha." Jing Mo, who was full of resistance in his heart, laughed dryly: "I have something to do, and I have to chop firewood in the afternoon."
Nan Xing raised his head and glanced at him: "Aren't you idle now?"
"..." So why did he come to the field?
Jing Mo was caught by Nan Xing on the spot and couldn't find an excuse to get away, so he had to pick up the hoe that was put aside.
This hoe was probably brought by Nanxing or Nanhai.
"what have I done?"
Nan Xing didn't expect him to be so obedient, he was stunned for a second before saying: "Follow me, will you?"
Jing Mo looked at it and found it was quite simple, so he nodded.
What Nan Xing is doing now is to pick out the weeds that have been dug out, so as to save them from growing back when they can, then it is useless.
But for picking grass, the rake is naturally better than the hoe.
Nan Xing was able to wield a rake handily, but Jing Mo was unable to walk an inch while carrying a hoe.
"..." It's not that bad, it's just not very neat.
Nan Xing turned around by chance and saw him throwing out the grass head with a lot of soil like this, and said, "Knock it clean."
"..." The grass head in Jing Mo's hand twirled and hit the wooden handle of the hoe with a loud sound, and the dried soil rustled down.
Nan Xing sighed silently, and asked, "Have you never done it before?"
Jing Mo threw the cleaned grass heads to the pile picked out by Nan Xing: "No."
"Then you don't know how to farm?" Nan Xing asked again.
Jing Mo still nodded.
"Since you don't know how to grow land, why do you grow corn? If you don't know how to grow it, don't you have to take a big risk?" Nan Xing said again: "Besides, you rented two acres of land."
For a moment, Jing Mo felt that Nan Xing looked at him full of fatigue and suspicion.
"...I can learn." And he has the theory, combined with practice, will yield true knowledge.
Nan Xing sneered, "How much money?"
"..." Jing Mo nodded.
This time it was Nan Xing's turn to be speechless: "You're still stupid." He didn't give Jing Mo any face.
"This is a misunderstanding." Jing Mo argued hard.
Nan Xing didn't give a chance, and asked, "What can you do with these things you planted?"
"Both corn and potatoes can be made into flour, or they can be eaten alone. As for tomatoes, they are good for eating raw, cooking or making sauce."
"Sounds pretty good."
Jing Mo kept moving his hands and nodded his head twice: "In your opinion, how long will it take for the seeds to be planted?"
"It will take three days at the fastest, at least tomorrow morning to turn over the land, and clear the grass heads before we can divide the ridges. For two acres of land, six people, two days is enough."
Jing Mo asked these questions in order to prepare seedlings.
The seeds of potatoes and tomatoes are in the ring, and they haven't germinated yet. He needs to germinate them the night before: "The last time I asked the village chief to help find someone, I don't know if I found them."
Nan Xing raised his head and asked curiously, "Who?"
Jing Mo tapped the grass with a hoe and said, "Recorder... Well, I just want to know the growth of these things, and I need him to record a piece of data."
"..."Can't understand.
Seeing the confused circle on Nan Xing's face, Jing Mo was amused: "Actually, farming is not just as simple as farming. Why do we need to fertilize? Why do we need to irrigate? And why are we divided into water species and dry species? This is because every The ecological habits of different crops are different, and I need such a person to help me figure out which way to plant these three things is the best."
After hearing so much, Nan Xing only understood one thing: "So you don't know how to grow these three things at all."
"Not exactly. I know how to plant, but I don't know much about how much fertilizer to apply."
After all, for a wood-type ability user, nothing is easier than using the ability directly.
In the last days, affected by the severe cold, all the food in the base is basically relying on wood-type supernatural beings to exchange for seeds to sustain it.
Otherwise, human beings would not only have become the stomachs of alien beasts, but would have starved to death long ago.
And the reason for Jingmo to find the recorder is not whether to use the ability or not.
Nan Xing probably understood: "So the growth of plants has a lot to do with fertilization."
"Correct."
Nan Xing suddenly realized: "I have always only known to fertilize, but I didn't know why I did it. It turned out to be such a reason."
Jing Mo smiled.
Nan Xing suddenly asked: "How can you learn these things when you go to business?"
Jing Mo smiled, and the brain storm started: "I heard it on the road."
Nan Xing believed it: "It's no wonder Dad said that you can only know the things in the world after going through it."
Nan Xing's father is quite philosophical.
Jing Mo thought secretly.
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He looked at the gleaming big pot and asked Nan Xing, "Is this a silver pot?"
"I don't know." Nan Xing didn't see it either, so he just muttered, "I don't know when I bought it back."
"It seems that Jingmo has left a lot of basic money." Uncle Wu took a mouthful from a spoon, blew it cold, and ate it into his mouth.
Nan Xing picked up the porridge in the bowl with a spoon: "I don't know what he thinks, if you say that you can't be busy with the rented land, you can forget about hiring someone, but it turned out that he was fine, so he just showed his face. As you said, raising a chicken is troublesome, so do you have to buy it in the future?"
"Don't worry, I don't think he is someone who has no plan." Fifth Uncle said.
"Yes, we are not the roundworms in his stomach, how can we know what he is thinking." Nan Xing shook his head and said.
Uncle Wu smiled and changed the subject: "This porridge is really good."
"Well, what is this?"
"Pork liver, Jingmo said to replenish blood, you can buy some when you go to the town in the future, and let Jingmo teach you how to do it." Fifth Uncle also wanted Nan Xing to nourish his body.
"You just believe what he says?" Nan Xing laughed.
Uncle Wu also laughed: "Why did he lie to me?"
The grandpa and grandson finished dinner talking and laughing.
On Jingmo's side, apart from the crowing of chickens and ducks, it seemed much deserted.
When he got home, he separated the porridge mixed with rice bran in the basin, and put the extra side for the pheasants and ducks.
Since the two are opened separately, but fortunately the length of the chicken cages is the same, Jing Mo put the doors together and put the chicken food bowl at the joint, so that both pheasants and ducks can eat.
I poured water on the chicks again and gave them the small chicken food bowl.
Finally, I went to check the status of the mountain egg, and there was nothing abnormal, but just to be on the safe side, Jing Mo still injected the wave power.
Then wash your hands and eat.
And the sunset on the west mountain, the willow shoots on the moon, another day quietly passed by.
......
Early the next morning, after Jing Mo got up and washed, he went to check the situation of the chicken food. There was still some rice bran porridge left from the stirring last night, so he could have a meal in the morning, and the fifth uncle brought over the lettuce leaves.
Then he looked at the pheasants. The pheasants that had been imprisoned for two days were much more honest, so Jing Mo released them.
After the two pheasants came out, they didn't dare to run around, so they circled around the chicken cage.
As for the chick cubs, they had already been having fun in the yard.
Jing Mo would go to the field later, and he didn't dare to let the pheasant and chick cubs stay together, and they had to be locked up later, but let them come out to get acquainted first.
He went to the kitchen and warmed up the lean porridge left over from last night in a pot.
The lean meat porridge was chilled with well water after he let it cool, and the taste did not change.
There was a big bowl left, just enough for his morning meal.
After breakfast, he washed the clothes he changed last night and hung them in the yard to dry. It was almost the end of the hour, and Jing Mo was about to go to the field to have a look.
He mercilessly put the pheasant that had just given birth to a little courage back into the chicken coop, added water to the bowl, and added a lot of lettuce leaves to the two cages, and then locked the door and went out.
While walking on the road, Jing Mo saw many villagers picking seedlings, and knew that this was the beginning of Xia Zhong.
On the continuous fields, there are many bamboo baskets, and the green seedlings move with the wind. The men in the paddy fields whip the oxen to rake the ground, and the women and children roll up their trousers to plant the rice seedlings.
It's hot, and the joy of summer seeds is even hotter.
When Jing Mo went to the field, besides Nanhai, he also saw Nanxing.
He was a little surprised and asked, "Didn't you say that you have to do knitting at home today?"
Nan Xing was wearing a straw hat and straw sandals. He was dressed in brown and black and stood upright. He was holding a six-toothed rake in his hand, and he was knocking the heads of the overturned grass in the South China Sea.
"Originally, but the field was too busy, so I asked Grandpa to do it at home." Nan Xing explained.
"What are you busy with?" Jing Mo thought of something: "You guys want Xia Zhong too?"
"Well, just these two days."
What did Jing Mo want to understand: "Then do you still have time to help me farm?"
"Don't worry, there are enough people, and if you take over your work, they will naturally do it for you."
In this way, Jingmo understands that in this era, the most indispensable thing is labor, and he is still working for a fee. Since the land and earning money are not delayed, how can every household get one person out.
"Are you busy at home?"
Nan Xing nodded, and he pushed aside the weeds picked out by the rake, his movements flowing like clouds and flowing water: "My family has a lot of hands." He said seemingly unintentionally: "But you, if you have nothing to do, you might as well work as follows."
"Haha." Jing Mo, who was full of resistance in his heart, laughed dryly: "I have something to do, and I have to chop firewood in the afternoon."
Nan Xing raised his head and glanced at him: "Aren't you idle now?"
"..." So why did he come to the field?
Jing Mo was caught by Nan Xing on the spot and couldn't find an excuse to get away, so he had to pick up the hoe that was put aside.
This hoe was probably brought by Nanxing or Nanhai.
"what have I done?"
Nan Xing didn't expect him to be so obedient, he was stunned for a second before saying: "Follow me, will you?"
Jing Mo looked at it and found it was quite simple, so he nodded.
What Nan Xing is doing now is to pick out the weeds that have been dug out, so as to save them from growing back when they can, then it is useless.
But for picking grass, the rake is naturally better than the hoe.
Nan Xing was able to wield a rake handily, but Jing Mo was unable to walk an inch while carrying a hoe.
"..." It's not that bad, it's just not very neat.
Nan Xing turned around by chance and saw him throwing out the grass head with a lot of soil like this, and said, "Knock it clean."
"..." The grass head in Jing Mo's hand twirled and hit the wooden handle of the hoe with a loud sound, and the dried soil rustled down.
Nan Xing sighed silently, and asked, "Have you never done it before?"
Jing Mo threw the cleaned grass heads to the pile picked out by Nan Xing: "No."
"Then you don't know how to farm?" Nan Xing asked again.
Jing Mo still nodded.
"Since you don't know how to grow land, why do you grow corn? If you don't know how to grow it, don't you have to take a big risk?" Nan Xing said again: "Besides, you rented two acres of land."
For a moment, Jing Mo felt that Nan Xing looked at him full of fatigue and suspicion.
"...I can learn." And he has the theory, combined with practice, will yield true knowledge.
Nan Xing sneered, "How much money?"
"..." Jing Mo nodded.
This time it was Nan Xing's turn to be speechless: "You're still stupid." He didn't give Jing Mo any face.
"This is a misunderstanding." Jing Mo argued hard.
Nan Xing didn't give a chance, and asked, "What can you do with these things you planted?"
"Both corn and potatoes can be made into flour, or they can be eaten alone. As for tomatoes, they are good for eating raw, cooking or making sauce."
"Sounds pretty good."
Jing Mo kept moving his hands and nodded his head twice: "In your opinion, how long will it take for the seeds to be planted?"
"It will take three days at the fastest, at least tomorrow morning to turn over the land, and clear the grass heads before we can divide the ridges. For two acres of land, six people, two days is enough."
Jing Mo asked these questions in order to prepare seedlings.
The seeds of potatoes and tomatoes are in the ring, and they haven't germinated yet. He needs to germinate them the night before: "The last time I asked the village chief to help find someone, I don't know if I found them."
Nan Xing raised his head and asked curiously, "Who?"
Jing Mo tapped the grass with a hoe and said, "Recorder... Well, I just want to know the growth of these things, and I need him to record a piece of data."
"..."Can't understand.
Seeing the confused circle on Nan Xing's face, Jing Mo was amused: "Actually, farming is not just as simple as farming. Why do we need to fertilize? Why do we need to irrigate? And why are we divided into water species and dry species? This is because every The ecological habits of different crops are different, and I need such a person to help me figure out which way to plant these three things is the best."
After hearing so much, Nan Xing only understood one thing: "So you don't know how to grow these three things at all."
"Not exactly. I know how to plant, but I don't know much about how much fertilizer to apply."
After all, for a wood-type ability user, nothing is easier than using the ability directly.
In the last days, affected by the severe cold, all the food in the base is basically relying on wood-type supernatural beings to exchange for seeds to sustain it.
Otherwise, human beings would not only have become the stomachs of alien beasts, but would have starved to death long ago.
And the reason for Jingmo to find the recorder is not whether to use the ability or not.
Nan Xing probably understood: "So the growth of plants has a lot to do with fertilization."
"Correct."
Nan Xing suddenly realized: "I have always only known to fertilize, but I didn't know why I did it. It turned out to be such a reason."
Jing Mo smiled.
Nan Xing suddenly asked: "How can you learn these things when you go to business?"
Jing Mo smiled, and the brain storm started: "I heard it on the road."
Nan Xing believed it: "It's no wonder Dad said that you can only know the things in the world after going through it."
Nan Xing's father is quite philosophical.
Jing Mo thought secretly.
The author has something to say:
Help, my computer is broken, ?°(°??????°)°?
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