Poisonous Peasant ‘Concubine’

As for the old Ling family, as Ling Jingxuan expected, the old man took the mother and daughter of the Lingjiang family and locked them up. After the family spent the night tremblingly, they finally realized that they had been deceived by Ling Jingxuan, and he did not send them at all. When people went to inform the government, they breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time they faced a new problem. Did the Lingjiang family really contract the plague? If so, they might be doomed. On the contrary, how could she be covered in blisters? Someone in the clan was already clamoring to burn them to death.

However, those things have nothing to do with Ling Jingxuan and the others, because they just got the jam, so there is no rush for the time being. In the afternoon, Ling Jingxuan didn't stay at home to make jam, but brought the three of his father's family to the last piece of Li Zilin. The family plus Zhao Hanfufu divided into two groups. One group was responsible for picking plums, and the other group chopped branches. Thanks to the Crescent Moon Spring, even if it was just a chopstick-sized branch, he could take it back and plant it in the yard. , which indirectly saves them the time of digging up the seedlings.

"Jing Xuan, is this also used to make jam?"

Different from picking wild grapes, the crowd has to be sparsely dispersed. Picking plums requires one person to climb up the tree and use branches to knock down the fruit, and one person to pick it up on the ground. Only two people can work together to pick faster. A dozen or so people basically got together, and Dad, who acted as a bodyguard, took the two cubs to the side and slept lazily.

"Well, most of them are made into jams. In addition, I want to divide some out to make fruit vinegars and show them to Shopkeeper Zhang another day. Maybe it's another income?"

Everyone was either picking fruit or chopping branches, but Ling Jingxuan was the only one who walked here and there to look around. From time to time, the cat would rummage through the grass, and there was already half a basket of herbs in the basket not far away.

"Haha... It's still Jing Xuan's mind spinning fast. Compared with you, we're just like elm knots."

Hearing this, Han Fei couldn't help joking, and the others also laughed softly. Ling Jingxuan shook his head and did not continue to talk. The herbs in the mountains were just like his private medicine garden. It is easy to store and increases the efficacy of the medicine. Generally, after taking it back, he will first wash it with clean water, and then mix it with the crescent spring water to make all kinds of pills. Of course, many of them are poisons.

"By the way, don't you want to take care of the fields, why did you go up the mountain with Zheng Da again?"

Picking a basket full of all kinds of herbs, Ling Jingxuan stood up and stretched. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw Ling Chenglong, who was picking up fruits with Zheng Da. Ling Jingxuan remembered the doubt at the beginning. Eighty acres of paddy fields were enough for him to work. Yes, as far as he knows, now should be the best season to plant late rice, and you can almost eat the rice grown by yourself before the cold winter in November.

"There is nothing to take care of. The fields that have just been harvested should be well nourished, and the next year will be a bumper harvest."

Speaking of his own farmland, Ling Chenglong showed a simple and honest smirk on his face. There are 80 acres in total. To the villagers, what is more rare than farmland? Now they are also considered to be wealthy people with little wealth.

"Don't plant late rice?"

Ling Jingxuan raised his eyebrows, shouldn't there be two seasons of rice, or even three seasons? One season a year is too expensive, right?

"What late rice?"

Ling Chenglong is also puzzled. He has lived for more than 30 years, and he has not heard that the rice is divided into sooner and later. Isn't it all planted in March and April of the next year, and the harvest will be harvested in June and July?

"Forehead"

When his forehead went dark, Ling Jingxuan faintly realized something. On the other side, Tuesday suddenly interjected: "In the south, there are indeed two seasons of rice, but the top-dressing in the field must keep up with it. After the late rice is harvested, a lot of straw ash will be buried in the field. , when the next year opens, those straw ash will be composted into a good fertilizer, supplement the nutrition of the fields, and increase the fertility of the fields. This has always been done in our family before, but I heard that in other areas, only one season of rice is grown. I heard that it seems to be related to the climate and soil."

He is a southerner on Tuesday, and he is still very clear about the farming methods in the south. He has also heard a lot about agricultural planting in other regions along the way, and he knows a little bit about the general situation.

"real?!"

Ling Chenglong decisively forgot to pick the fruit, and rushed to Tuesday with an almost excited expression. If they can really plant two seasons of rice, wouldn't their 80 acres of land be planted immediately?

"Well, sir, the climate in the south is warm, and the late rice harvest at the end of October is just right. I'm afraid it's a bit difficult here, right?"

Ling Chenglong, who had just been excited for a while, collapsed on his shoulders, and decided to castrate. No matter how hard the management in the later stage is, I believe that farmers cannot live up to their expectations for a bumper harvest. You must know that Qingyang County is famous for its large number of people and few land, and no one is willing to let go of the huge temptation of two seasons of rice. .

"Actually, it's not impossible to plant, Dad, if you want to, why don't we try it, maybe we can really plant it?"

He couldn't bear to see him disappointed, Ling Jingxuan curled his lips into a smile. As far as he knew, in the 21st century, let alone two seasons, three seasons are possible. As long as the seedling management is done well, top dressing is done in time, and the nutrients needed for rice growth are supplemented. It is entirely possible to grow rice twice a year.

"What if it fails? We need a lot of seedlings for the 80-acre field. Let's forget it. We can plant the next year." Dare not to hold on to extravagant hopes, Ling Chenglong said and bent down to pick it up again. Seeing his hunched figure, Ling Jingxuan let out a helpless breath: "Dad, you can bring Zheng Da and Father Zhou to try, you don't have to worry about the seedlings, just give it to me, all you need is responsible for tidying

Just figure it out. "

If you first soak the rice seeds with Crescent Moon Spring water and cultivate the seedlings, the survival rate and later growth should be relatively improved, right? "Don't make trouble with Jingxuan, how can you raise seedlings? Don't waste rice planting. Besides, it's too late to start fertilizing the fields now."

Before Ling Jingxuan was kicked out of the house, he was the heart of the old man. In addition to reading books all day long, who would be willing to let him live as a scholar? After being kicked out of the house for several years, he was in a daze, so Ling Chenglong rejected his proposal without even thinking about it. The other people's thoughts were probably similar, and it could be seen from the fact that they didn't talk to each other. No one was optimistic about him raising seedlings. Not optimistic about late rice planting.

"How do you know if you don't try it? What if we actually plant it? As for the problem of top dressing, it's even simpler, Dad, quietly, the rotten leaves all over the mountains and plains, some trees are at least a foot thick under them, isn't it the best? Is it humus soil? Get them into the field and mix them up, and it is estimated that you will not even need top dressing in the later period."

Ignoring his refusal and the obvious dislike of everyone, Ling Jingxuan, who had just suggested casually before, became more determined. Rotten leaves are the best organic fertilizer. They are very good for growing vegetables and flowers. Where will it go? It's really not good. He will quietly put some crescent spring water into the field after planting the rice. In any case, he wants to let his father see a bumper harvest of late rice.

"Rotten leaves can also be used as fertilizer? Why haven't I heard of it?"

Ling Chenglong finally became interested, stood up and looked at him strangely. He had always known that this son knew a lot of strange things, such as raising medicinal fish, making wine, making jam, etc. He said this when he saw him. When his son arrived, he couldn't help but look forward to it again. If he could get two crops of rice, the villagers would not have to starve and be poor.

"Yeah, but it must be the rotten leaf soil in the lower layer. There is nothing else in Lingjia Village. It can be said that there are as many as you want. The rotten leaves collected on Dagong Mountain alone are estimated to be enough for our 80 acres of land. Dad, everything is tried out. If it really doesn't work, the big deal is to lose some money for rice planting and some labor costs, but think about it, what if it works? Rice, I'm afraid it's enough for our family to eat for several years, right?"

Hearing what he said, not only Ling Chenglong, but others couldn't help but stop their work. According to the calculation of the yield of eight shi per mu, 80 mu is 640 shi. If the management is good, say It might still be able to reach nine stones per mu, and because it is late rice, there is no need to pay any taxes at all, and hundreds of stone grains are all their own. This temptation is undoubtedly quite huge.

"Sure, in the afternoon, I will take Zheng Da and Lao Zhou to Dagong Mountain on the mountain to collect rotten leaves, but Jingxuan, do you really know how to raise seedlings?"

Faced with the huge temptation, Ling Chenglong was resolutely moved. The only thing he was worried about was the problem of the seedlings. No matter what he thought, he didn't think that Jingxuan could really cultivate the seedlings.

"Hehe... Dad, don't worry, I promise you will have seedlings by then."

Hearing this, Ling Jingxuan couldn't help laughing, when did he ever think about something he wasn't sure about? As long as he buys the rice seeds back in the afternoon, he can start raising seedlings immediately. He has already thought about the location. It is in the No. 2 warehouse. The place is large, the temperature and humidity are well controlled, and the germination rate of the seeds will be relatively improved. Coupled with the crescent spring water , in a few days, the seedlings should be all over the ground.