Zhang Xiaobao doesn't like garlic, Wang Juan likes to eat it. Later, two people discovered that people here love garlic. Some even went to the restaurant and asked if there was any garlic. people.
During the Chinese New Year, Wang Juan roasted some garlic. After roasting, it was soft and slightly spicy in his mouth. It was more of a delicate fragrance. For good health, Zhang Xiaobao also ate it under Wang Juan’s persuasion. After eating, I found that I still don't like it.
Zhang Xiaobao feels much better for garlic sprouts. He is willing to eat fried, boil soup, and even get some raw molars.
Under Wang Juan’s proposal, the two came to their two special small yards behind them. There was a place blocked with cloth. The cloth was sent there to protect auspiciousness last time. They were not thrown away after they were used up, so Song Jinggong was allowed to use it. Bring it back, it just happens to be able to continue to use it.
This is where the garlic is planted. The garlic is peeled off and not planted in the soil. Instead, it is placed in a shallow groove made of wooden boards. The groove is covered with a little fine sand, and a clove of garlic is stacked. The barrier sticks, that is, the zeng skin outside the sorghum stalks, are worn, and then put in water.
I made it a few days ago, and buds have sprouted in the past few days. Put a stove in the middle of the surrounding area, and the garlic sprouts will grow a lot in one day.
"Well, it's okay to eat. Cutting off one tenth is enough for the farmers to drink the soup at night, add a little more eggs, put more ginger, and also help to get rid of the cold. This group of people is really desperate. The water is so cold. The mixed fertilizer is ploughed back and forth in the field, and it is not well maintained one by one, and it will become sick when it gets old.
Wang Juan touched the garlic sprouts with her hand, and said with emotion, she was really satisfied with these farmers, they were rushing to do all the work in the village, and today the more than 6,000 chickens were released, and the farmers followed behind, and so on. After the chickens finished eating the eggs buried in the soil, the farmer immediately used some water and fertilizer to get them into the ground and continued to plow the ground.
Thinking of the chicken, Wang Juan felt very happy. Those chickens are considered to have eaten good things. You don’t have to worry about the eggs being buried in the soil and you won’t be able to find them. There are fewer eggs, the soil has been planed more loosely, and each one grows larger than usual.
In winter, there are no insects to eat, and the earthworms are still reproducing. These chickens eat the fish and shrimps, bone powder and other coarse grains that the pomegranate got back. It looks like they will lay eggs in a month, which is worse than usual. Many days in the morning of the month.
At that time, give the egg to the cherry selection, and hatch the chicken for the farmer to raise. In the fall, there is no need to worry about eggs, and more chickens can appear on the farmer's table.
Zhang Xiaobao fell into deep thought when he heard Wang Juan's words. After a while, he shook his head and said with a sigh: "Unfortunately, there is no such technique for processing oil, and there is no rubber tree here. Otherwise, I can get some water boots for them to wear. Play a big role.
When you have dinner in the evening, tell them that, don’t stop the fire, and scald your feet with hot water when you go back at night. Ask a doctor to see if you have any problems with your health, you should get treatment as soon as possible. "
"Well, I think it's okay. I can find two and let them stay in Zhuangzi. One is in charge of healing people and the other is to heal the animals. When the cows are born, they will be secretly hidden and raised without reporting. The beef will be delicious when the time comes."
Wang Juan also followed suit and made an extension.
After the two of them discussed, one took a pair of scissors and began to cut the garlic sprouts. After a while, they would cut out the food to be eaten today, hold them outside, and then find someone to send them to the cooking place. It's time to deal with those medical stones.
After recruiting the three of the two cows who had finished eating, Zhang Xiaobao told them to get up, "Second cow, since you brought the stones back, I will leave them to you to make them now. I smashed all the stones and pick out the ones that are good in quality. , The others will be piled together, let us know if we are ready."
"Little son, don't worry about this, we will do it for you in time." Er Niu nodded and agreed, even if he still doesn't understand what the stone is for.
Waiting for the Er Niu three to leave, Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Juan began to exercise, and the dusk slowly descended.
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The sun in the west hid under the mountain, leaving only the red clouds in the sky changing with the wind.
In a workshop in the county seat of Sanshui County, Song Jinggong and Zhou Xihu are waiting for the quyuan ploughs to be made. When the quantity is almost the same, Song Jinggong can go to the county office to find the county magistrate. This time is very important. The delivery is early, but we haven't made a few here yet. The profit is low, and the delivery is late. After spring plowing, it will be used in the coming year.
"Give me a little faster, the more you make, the more rewards you will get. If you can make two thousand sets of plows before the end of the day, my son will invite you to eat supper in the evening."
Zhou Xihu shouted to the more than 200 people who were still busy. These people had blacksmiths and carpenters, all of whom he had found from various places. The number of masters was small, and even the apprentices of these people would come together to do it. The people around the villagers who started spring plowing were itch with hatred. He pulled the people in, and if the plow of others was broken, they couldn't find anyone to repair it.
This is what Zhou Xihu thought was a good idea. It was to make those farmers lack the plow, otherwise he would sell the plow to whom, whenever he thought of this, he would not unsuccessfully say it to Song Jinggong.
These craftsmen also knew who Zhou Gongzi was. Seeing that he had more money to get, they could not guilty of this man. They all worked hard. They knew everything they did. The apprentice only knew Xinli. But I don’t know how much better this plow is than the usual plow.
But those old craftsmen are not like this. They make a lot of things, and you can see the benefits by just looking at some new things. When they were making them one by one, they were still sighing who was so smart and made them. With such a plow, when the plow is used, the farmer will have to relax a lot.
This kind of old craftsman sees that his apprentices don’t know the benefits of plowing, so he tells them as they do it, which can be regarded as teaching apprentices. He tells the structure of each place, and then talks about what this arrangement will have. effect.
The apprentices were listening with their eyes wide open, and the work on their hands was not slow. When they finally realized that there are so many benefits of this plough, they all began to admire the people who made the plough, and some Even unable to suppress the curiosity in his heart, he turned to ask Zhou Xihu.
Zhou Xihu would never take care of this kind of problem. Today, Zhou Xihu is happy, and there is another deal. When someone asks, he will answer, but no matter how he answers, he will not mention Zhangjiazhuang. This was reminded by Song Jinggong, of course. , Zhou Xihu didn't know who made these things.
By the time of the night, these craftsmen had really finished 2,000 sets. Without saying anything, Zhou Xihu immediately sent someone to prepare wine and vegetables, and he wanted to entertain the craftsmen.
Song Jinggong left at this moment and brought another Quyuanli originally made to the yamen. He knocked on the door of the backyard and let the doorman go in and inform him. The doorman was dozing off and saw someone coming in the middle of the night. , I wanted to refuse, and when I saw that it was Song Jinggong, I ran to report without saying anything, but the lord has ordered that no matter when this Song Gongzi comes, he must be told.
When Song Jinggong entered the living room, the county magistrate Cheng Lingxiang was already dressed, he forced his sleepy eyes to sit there and waited. Someone also made tea. When Song Jinggong dragged a heavy object over today, he yawned curiously. Asked:
"Zijin, what do you do to get something here in the middle of the night? Come on, sit down and drink tea, and look like Zijin seems to be still asleep."
Majesty Cheng gave Song Jinggong to the chair next to the table. Song Jinggong told him how to make this chair. Originally, he was either on a bench or sitting on a cushion, which was far less comfortable than this chair.
"Adults’ eyes are like torches. When students arrive, they will know that they come for what they are holding in their hands. Adults, this is a plow used for plowing the land. Because the shaft is curved, the students call it a curved plow. Using this plow to plow the land requires a lot of straight shaft plows, and it makes it easier, even if it is pulled by humans, it will not be much worse than the straight shaft plow pulled with livestock."
Song Jinggong knew that he could not be humble at this time, whether Zhuangzi could avoid the danger of being reclaimed, and whether he could get more benefits. Quyuanli would play a lot of role. He believed that the county magistrate Cheng would understand this plow energy. How much political achievements have been brought to him.
Sure enough, as soon as Song Jinggong's voice fell, the county magistrate Cheng, who had just sat there steadily, stood up suddenly, fixed his eyes on the plow he had never seen before, and asked in a trembling voice:
"Zijin is serious about this? It's not to make me happy? Good guy, it's not much slower than livestock, then this is a great achievement, this credit..."
"Sir, don’t worry. Listen to the students slowly saying that since Sanshui County came out of Auspiciousness, you have been thinking day and night to get more benefits for the people of Sanshui County, and want to let the farmers in Sanshui County You can have a good harvest. You are uncomfortable drinking tea, and you can't eat anymore. You are tired and thin.
Heaven is healthy, a gentleman should continue to strive for self-improvement. It is because of your hard work. Finally, you have thought that if you want a good autumn harvest, you need to do well in spring ploughing. You know it’s too late to work on the seeds. Find some areas that can be improved from the cultivated land.
The sky is worthy of the painstaking people. Adults want to have a lot of white hair, and finally thought that if you want to understand what is going on when plowing the land, you need to find talents who work on the ground. So adults, you find a Zhuangzi. Under the correction, the dealer of the Zhuangzi suddenly became acquainted.
After several days of pondering, I finally made the Quyuan Plow that the adults wanted, and verified it in the field. The farmers all praised the adults for their greatness. The students brought one to the adults at the request of the farmers. Sir, take a look, what else needs to be improved? "
Song Jinggong said a lot of things in a mess, and smiled at the county magistrate Cheng after speaking.