What could be wrong with the salted fish attack?

Then I washed my hands and went to cook.

He cooked a little more rice and used it to feed the chickens.

He took out the remaining pork belly and planned to fry the green-skinned loofah that Nan Xing sent over at noon.

The rice was just cooking, and it was almost dark, with only the last gleam of light left. At this moment, there was a knock on the door in the yard.

Jing Mo went to open the door.

Nan Xing hugged the chicken coop outside the door.

Jing Mo wants to take over.

Nan Xing avoided it: "It's not heavy, let me go in."

"Oh." Jing Mo moved away.

Nan Xing came in holding the chicken coop, and walked straight to the corner where the chicken coop was placed under the light.

As the saying goes, the chickens live in the coop, and the sun goes down...it will be dark, and the chickens will naturally enter the chicken coop.

Nan Xing divided the chicken coops woven from straw tubes into three.

Jing Mo asked, "Have you done so much?"

"One rooster and one chick." Nan Xing gave him two and ordered, "Catch the pheasant in."

He himself took the vegetable leaves to tease the chicks.

"..." The fuzz should not be too obvious.

Jing Mopa pulled over the other two chicken grass nests, put them under the eaves, caught the pheasant out of the chicken coop, and put them on the chicken grass nests.

Changing the place, the pheasant was naturally not used to it. Just as it was about to get up, it was hit on the back. The familiar throbbing pain immediately made it yelp: "clack cluck..."

Nan Xing looked over: "What's wrong?"

Jing Mo glanced at Yanteng who was quietly playing tricks along the darkness: "It's okay."

The whipped pheasant sat obediently on the straw nest, daring to speak out, feeling aggrieved.

Jing Mo closed the chicken coop door and put it aside.

After Nan Xing teased the chicks, they caught them one by one in the soft and comfortable straw nest.

The little chick was much more honest than the pheasant, pecking at the leaves of the vegetables obediently.

Nan Xing clapped his hands and stood up: "After a while they get used to it, you can stuff the eggs into the hen's nest and let them hatch."

"Okay, you just got back?"

"Well, if it's okay, I'll go back."

"Dining here?"

"No, Grandpa has already cooked dinner and is waiting for me." He left after speaking.

So he walked away in a hurry, not noticing the tall plants that suddenly appeared in the vegetable field.

After sending Nan Xing away, Jing Mo locked the courtyard door and walked up to Yanteng: "I won't tell you if you want these two things, but don't expose yourself."

Yanteng shook his body and accepted it gladly.

On the morning of the second day, when Jing Mo went to the mountain to cut firewood, he saw that Nanhai was already doing finishing work.

In the afternoon, Nan Xing was the only one tapping the grass in the field.

...Jing Mo, who had finished chopping firewood and descended the mountain, saw Nan Xing igniting the dried haystack with a torch. In an instant, thick black smoke rose into the sky.

Only then did Jing Mo realize that this might be the plant ash the village head was talking about.

So without asking, I moved the firewood home first.

When Jing Mo entered the mountain again the next day, there were six people neatly in the field again.

One person was spreading plant ash, and the remaining five people were dividing the plowed land into ridges according to his instructions.

In this way, during the time when Nan Xing and others were busy in the field in turn, Jingmo went up the mountain to cut firewood.

In a total of more than three days, he carried all the chopped firewood back and piled it in the yard, planning to wait until the end of the summer planting before finding someone to split it.

Just as Nan Xing expected, the six of them spent two days dividing the land into ridges.

But the recorder hadn't been found until the night before the sowing.

The village chief talked about this while smoking a pipe in his yard: "I asked several people, but they were not willing to come."

"Why?" It's not for nothing, there should be many people wanting to do it.

The village head said: "As for your record, people say it's unreliable."

Jing Mo understood that it was the fear of the unknown that made them deny the feasibility of the matter first: "Then openly recruit people in the village and see who wants to come."

"Must I look for it?" The village chief didn't understand, what about farming, who doesn't grow it like that, why should it be so troublesome, he has to observe it every day.

"Yes." This matter cannot be ignored.

"Okay, I'll do it now." Seeing his firm attitude, the village chief could only do as he wanted.

Jing Mo couldn't tell the village chief that I was just too lazy to find someone to watch me to save trouble.The village head had every intention of cutting him off.

What's more, Jing Mo didn't just want to hide from trouble. He didn't know anything about the three crops planted on two acres of land, so he naturally had to find someone who knew how to help watch it.

His purpose is to spread the seeds, so he has to teach others how to sow, so this recorder must exist.

Don't say what you don't teach now, the thoughts of farmers are deeply ingrained, and they only believe in what they have seen.

Potatoes and tomatoes were unheard of in the Daqing Dynasty, and no one would fool around with a foreigner like him.

Jing Mo had already anticipated the result, so there was no need for these things to happen.

Therefore, even if the village head finds it difficult to understand, Jing Mo doesn't want to explain.

Now it is still important to get down to business. Jing Mo took out the three seeds to send the village chief away.

Corn seeds do not need to be germinated and can be directly planted in summer.

On the contrary, tomato seeds, according to the normal germination steps, need to soak the seeds first and a series of operations to germinate.

However, Jing Mo has wood-type abilities, so he doesn't have time to do such cumbersome things. He poured out all the potatoes in the ring, which was worth two baskets.

But at the same time, Jing Mo also thought of a problem. Tomato seedlings are easy to explain, small, and can be carried around casually.

What about potatoes?

This is obviously not something that can be carried around casually.

"!!!" careless.

No way, Jing Mo had no choice but to keep fifteen or six potatoes to see how much he could get out, plant some of them first, and use the rest to grow corn and tomatoes.

After taking all the extra potatoes back into the ring, Jing Mo brought a sticky board and a knife, cut the potatoes into small pieces, and then used supernatural powers to spawn them.

Fifteen or six potatoes, cut into sixty or seventy portions, but saw the cut potato pieces lying on the ground, after receiving the wood-type ability, slowly spit out one after another bud tips from the yellow skin .

After the germ came out, Jingmo continued to pour the supernatural power, and then a more miraculous scene happened to the potato. The germ grew rapidly, and quickly turned green, and finally spit out green sprouts as high as five or six centimeters.

After the work was done, Jing Mo found a load and packed the potato seedlings first.

Followed by tomato seedlings, tomato seedlings rely on soil to germinate.

Jingmo, a wood-type supernatural being, is naturally not restricted by these conditions. The problem is that he has to show it to outsiders.

It's annoying.

He checked the tomatoes that he had casually scattered earlier, and they were ready to be transplanted, but they might not be able to grow even half an acre of land, let alone half an acre of land.

There was no other way, Jing Mo had no choice but to ripen the cabbage first, and poked out half of the field of cabbage seedlings, then sowed the tomato seeds, and used the supernatural power to accelerate the germination again.

When he was doing these things, Yanteng did not lose energy, and sneakily rubbed Jingmo's hand, but he didn't grab much, so Jingmo didn't care about it.

Seeing that the empty half of the land would not take half a quarter of an hour to grow green seedlings of the same height again, Jing Mo was relieved.

Put the cabbage that can be eaten for several days into the ring, and this matter is over.

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