In spring and March, everything revives and it is a good season for sowing. Except for the fact that God does not appreciate the rain, everything is perfect.
Fortunately, God does not reward rain, but God does.
Gao Yiye secretly told the villagers that Tianzun held the Dragon Prince's neck with his hand again and grabbed it to rain.
The villagers in Wangjia Village began to sow sorghum.
Only then did Li Daoxuan understand how the farmers in nearby villages lived in normal years. It turned out that they usually sow sorghum in March, harvest in autumn, then sow autumn wheat in September, and then plant autumn wheat in May to June of the following year. Wheat is harvested monthly.
If the wheat harvest is late, the sowing of sorghum will be postponed to June...
Farmers have their own rhythm, constantly adjusting the time to plant crops that are most suitable for the season.
This matter can be said to be simple or complicated. Anyway, for rural children, it is as simple as eating and drinking water. For children like Li Daoxuan who grew up in the city, they may not understand it just by looking at it.
If you don’t understand, just have fun, just follow the little people and have fun.
Xing Honglang's injuries were also healed. Just as Li Daoxuan expected, there was a thief in Heyang County, and Xing Honglang could not go back east to Shanxi to do business. She had to go west to Xi'an to do business.
Gao Chuwu sent her to the entrance of the village, but did not dare to say anything. He was still immersed in the guilt of "beating her while she was injured" and could not come out yet.
This makes Bagua Tianzun quite depressed because he has not been able to successfully do Bagua recently.
But forget it, Xing Honglang will use Gaojiacun as the center of his operations for a long time in the future. If he goes out for a while, he will come back. There is still more to watch in this love story.
In recent days, Gaojiacun has gained a very conspicuous person, Ma Tianzheng.
This Taoist priest wanders around the village every day.
He didn't look for a job, so he just received relief food every day, and then he looked left and right in the village, focusing on various "gods".
Take the solar car, for example. The Taoist priest studies this thing every day, but judging from his knowledge base, no matter how he studies it, he believes that it is the car of the Maori Star Official, and it cannot be wrong.
He also studied the large white rice as big as a millstone, and the result of the research was undoubtedly the rice of the immortal world.
However, after this guy finished studying the "Fairy World Divine Rice", he suddenly got creative.
Li Dao When Paditu came to Gaojiacun for the first time, it was Gao Laba who greeted him.
By the way, when Xing Honglang came to Gaojia Village for the first time, it was also Gao Laba who greeted him.
He is a real social cow!
It wasn't his turn to go to work today, but he was resting at home, and ended up being pestered by Ma Tianzheng. After all, Ma Tianzheng prefers to talk to She Niu and doesn't like to talk to Meng Hulu.
Ma Tianzheng said: "Donor, how did you eat the immortal rice in the past? With such a huge rice, you can't cook it whole, right?"
Gao Laba silly music: "Of course I use a chisel to knock it off, knock off a piece, put it in water and cook it into porridge.
Ma Tianzheng was heartbroken: "What a waste of natural resources. How can such a sacred thing be eaten so hastily?"
Gao Laba asked curiously: "Then what do you want to do?"
Ma Tianzheng: "When I was traveling in the south, I was fortunate enough to learn a method of processing rice. Southerners would soak, steam, and press rice into strips, and finally make a food called rice noodles. This method is used in the huge fairyland. On the rice, it's just right. I'll just teach you this method.
Gao Laba also became interested and started playing with Ma Tianzheng.
Li Daoxuan was also happy: How about making rice noodles? It’s funny, I always order rice noodles from takeaway, but I don’t know how to make it, so I just wanted to take a look.
As a result, the first step of washing and soaking the rice took a long time. Li Daoxuan didn't want to look at the non-still picture, so he turned his head to look elsewhere and forgot about what happened here.
A few days later…..
The first store in Gaojiacun Commercial Street opened.
Bookstore!
Thirty-two stepped in personally and became the temporary shopkeeper. He also hired two clerks to help. Zhang Hong won the honor and prepared for the grand opening.
As soon as this bookstore opened, the villagers of Gaojia Village became happy.
What is this place?
It is a place where illiterate people gather. Although there are already more than a thousand people, there are less than a hundred literate people. What kind of trouble is it to open a bookstore in such a place?
The villagers couldn't understand.
But their lack of understanding does not prevent them from coming to watch the fun.
On the day the bookstore opened, there were crowds of onlookers outside. There were three floors inside and three floors outside. Almost all the 42 local people from Gaojia Village were present. Immigrants from Wangjia Village, Zhengjia Village, and Zhongjia Village also arrived, as well as migrant workers from the day laborer village. People also gathered around in large numbers.
Everyone was whispering to each other: "Will this bookstore close down within a few days of opening?"
"There are only a few scholars and a dozen children who are literate, but the children's books are all issued by Tianzun, so they don't need to buy books at all."
"What on earth is the third steward playing?"
In the midst of the discussion, Mr. Wang stood up. The thin Mr. Wang usually kept a low profile and rarely left the "Xuejing". Apart from teaching children how to read and write, he spent the rest of his time reading.
So everyone always ignored his existence. Unexpectedly, today Mr. Wang changed his usual low profile and stood at the front. He waved his hand to the talking crowd and said loudly: "Shut up, everyone."
Everyone still respected the scholar very much. When he drank, they immediately stopped talking and looked at him with strange eyes.
Mr. Wang: "You can't read books, so you only enjoy reading in bookstores? Hum! Without books, there would be no inheritance of culture, and the world would be ruined. The third steward founded the bookstore to 'carry on the unique knowledge of the past saints', I will give my full support. When the bookstore opens soon, I will be the first to go in and buy books. I will do my best for the bookstore and never let it close down."
When everyone heard what he said, they were in awe, and they really didn't dare to badmouth the bookstore.
I saw the door of the bookstore opened, and Thirty-two smiled and walked out, saying loudly: "The auspicious time has come. I announce that Gaojiacun Bookstore has officially opened. I will grandly launch the bookstore seal here." The first book I made...
Everyone cheers!
Mr. Wang was very excited: "What kind of good book is it? I'll order a set first."
Thirty-Two raised a book with both hands. The blue book cover had a picture of a general riding a horse and holding a spear. There was a line of words printed next to it, which was the title of the book.
The common people were illiterate and were confused by the title of the book.
Mr. Wang recognized the title of the book at a glance: ""Blue Blood and Blue Sky, General of the Yang Family", good book, good book. As soon as he finished speaking, Thirty-Two faced everyone and turned the first page.
No words, not a single word, just a picture, then turn the page, another picture, turn another page, still the same picture.
Mr. Wang: “!!!”
Common people: "Wow, I understand. General Yang is killing Liao soldiers. What a good book."
Mr. Wang: "Ah ah ah, this is not a book, this is clearly a picture album."
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