At dawn, Qiao Wei half-opened her eyes, dazedly touched the children beside her, and found that there was only one child left, she was so frightened that she sat up! With a glance, he saw his son, neatly dressed, sitting by the window reading a book.
The morning light fell on him gently through the window paper. His small back was straight and his expression was serious. The poor quality of the clothes couldn't stop him from being noble, which was the temperament exuding from his bones.
Qiao Wei suddenly became a little curious about the little guy's father, would he be so magnificent? Could it be that he is still alive, a man with a high sun in the clouds, unaware of the existence of himself and his children, if he finds him and recognizes him, she and the children will be able to live a happy life...
In view of the tragic experience of the two lives, Qiao Wei felt that the probability of such a good thing happening to her was lower than her probability of winning the lottery.
After Qiao Wei washed up, she made breakfast for the children: beef noodles and tea eggs. After the meal, she boiled the traditional Chinese medicine.
Wang Shu is fine, no need to take any more medicine, the medicine is from Jingyun.
Jing Yun drank the medicine obediently.
The old scholar's private school will not open until after the fifteenth day. Before that, both Jing Yun and Wang Shu can only study at home.
After finishing the housework, Qiao Wei took out her own "Huang Di Nei Jing" and "Nan Jing" for self-study.
A few days ago, I kept flipping through my son's textbooks and learned a lot of words, but it was still not enough to understand the extensive and profound medical books.
"Should have bought a dictionary." She sighed.
Jing Yun blinked his eyes and asked, "What is a dictionary?"
"It is a book that can have pronunciation and interpretation."
"Is this what Mother said?" Jing Yun took out a copy of "Shuowen Jiezi" from his book bag.
Qiao Wei was surprised: "Why do you have this?"
Jing Yun said: "Mister gave it."
Qiao Wei turned over and said, "Does everyone have it?"
Jing Yun shook his head.
The old gentleman is actually a bit stingy, and his books are never touched by others. Once Tieniu accidentally spilled tea on the old gentleman's books, and was punished by the old gentleman to stand for the whole class. He also didn't understand why the old gentleman secretly gave him books.
"Sir likes me very much," he said.
Qiao Wei nodded and smiled: "You are a top student, of course he likes you."
"What is Xueba?" Jing Yun asked puzzled.
Qiao Wei explained: "It is the student who always takes the first place."
"Oh, what about the bottom one?"
"slacker student."
The old man likes him because he is a top student, but his sister is a scumbag, so why does the old man like her so much
Jing Yun was extremely confused.
After lunch, Qiao Wei took the children to the ten-acre field in the East Village.
Spring is coming, and she wants to plant the fields as soon as possible. The income from selling dim sum is stable, but it is not enough to support the whole family. The child fell ill once and spent more than forty taels. A little money, I'm afraid even a small change is not enough.
She had to think of more ways to make money. If this piece of land that didn't charge any rent was planted correctly, it would bring in a lot of money.
She walked into the village as usual, but whether it was her illusion, she always felt that the big guys looked at her strangely, as if... there was a trace of vigilance and fear.
Tieniu was squatting at the door to tease the puppy, and saw a family of three walking towards this side, busy hugging his little pet, and said triumphantly to Jing Yun: "I have a dog too! It's also white! It's better than yours!" Big! Better looking than yours!"
Snapped!
Aunt Liu ran out of the house, slapped her son on the forehead, stared at Qiao Wei from a distance, and dragged Tieniu into the house in disgust and fear.
Qiao Wei turned to look at the rest of the villagers, and they each picked up their chairs and went back to the house.
Jing Yun and Wang Shu blinked and looked at their mother. Qiao Wei didn't know how to explain to them, so she touched their heads and said softly, "Let's go."
"Where are you going?"
The old scholar's voice suddenly appeared behind him, and the three of them turned around in unison.
The old scholar came up to him, and raised his hand to touch Xiao Baozi's forehead: "Well, it's not hot anymore, Jing Yun still has a rash."
"It's almost ready, sir." Jing Yun said.
The old scholar said solemnly: "That's good, look at these few days, your mothers are so tired that they are all out of shape!" People grow fat during the New Year, and the young lady grows thin during the New Year, so he really doesn't know what to say.
Seeing that he didn't avoid them like those villagers, Qiao Wei was slightly relieved, and hearing that he cared about her so much, she couldn't help but feel a warm current: "Sir."
The old scholar gave her a distressed look, and wanted to ask her about the town, but felt that it was inappropriate to talk about it in front of the children, so he cleared his throat and said, "You want to see that field? I'll take you there, Lest you lose your way."
It is false to worry that she will not find her way, and it is true to feel sorry for her helplessness. The villagers probably knew about her quarrel with the boss of the Qinglong gang, and they avoided her like the plague for fear of getting into trouble, but this one did not say anything at all. The talented scholar who had spoken a few words, approached her without fear of death.
Although she does not need anyone's sympathy, she will not cherish the kindness of others.
Qiao Wei nodded gratefully: "Mr. Lao is here."
The four of them came to the barren fields in the East Village. The snow had not yet melted, and the fields were piled up like floating white clouds. An icy ditch meandered through the "white clouds", which was desolate and spectacular.
"This is here." The old scholar stood on the ridge of the field, pointed to the endless wasteland and said, "It looks big, right? But what to plant and what to die, I went back to the village fourteen years ago, and I read some by myself at that time. Shu, who is more capable than them, asked for the field. After three years of continuous planting, there was no harvest. If Aunt Liu was not forced by the creditors, she would not have asked the village chief for this field. Who knows that the end came In your hand, listen to my advice, don’t plant it.”
Qiao Wei put the children on the ridge of the field, and walked down the field by herself: "Isn't it able to grow anything from the beginning?"
The old scholar shook his head: "That's not true. When I was a child, I saw a patch of crops here, and then somehow, it became a piece of dead land."
"What has been planted in this field?" Qiao Wei asked.
The old scholar said: "Wheat, soybeans, rice, cotton, corn...everything that can be grown has been planted."
"Not one survived?" Qiao Wei wondered.
The old scholar recalled: "When I planted corn, a few plants survived, but those few plants couldn't even be exchanged for a meal of meat. I'm so lucky!" The old scholar sighed and walked into the field.
Qiao Wei squatted down and pulled out a small weed from the soil.
The old scholar hurriedly said: "By the way, there is more, the crops are not growing, and the grass is growing!"
"Growing grass means that this land is not a dead land, it has the possibility of cultivation." Qiao Wei put the grass on the tip of her nose and smelled it. "This is not grass, but wild vegetables. I seem to have eaten it when I was young."
The old scholar was stunned: Isn't it? The daughter of the Enbo Mansion... actually ate weeds when she was a child? After Uncle Zheng and his wife passed away, what did the second and third bedrooms do to the young lady? !
Qiao Wei took a bite: "It's Suaeda salsa."
"Suaeda salsa?" The old scholar had never heard of this wild vegetable.
Qiao Wei dipped some soil with her fingers, tasted it with the tip of her tongue, and said thoughtfully, "Sir, has anyone ever grown sorghum here?"
"No." The old scholar shook his head.
"That's right." Qiao Wei patted the soil on her hands and smiled happily, "I know why those crops can't grow, it's saline-alkali land. 'There must be Malian in sandy land, and there must be Suaeda salsa in saline-alkali land', so Suaeda salsa shows that it has extremely high salt content. High salt content will affect the normal growth of crops, which is why people die of whatever they plant. Corn is more resistant to salt and alkali than ordinary crops, so a few plants survived by chance.”
The old scholar asked in surprise: "You... how do you know?"
The back mountain of the orphanage is a piece of saline-alkali land, where she grew up!
There are many ways to form saline-alkali land, including climatic reasons and geographical formation. Since the old man saw crops here when he was a child, it shows that it has nothing to do with those. It is possible that the side seepage of the water in that ditch caused the groundwater table to rise, which promoted the accumulation of salt and formed the saline-alkali land.
Qiao Wei smiled and said excitedly, "Sir, you can grow crops in saline-alkali land! I know how to do it!"