The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law had just finished drying the fungus, and Xu Errui came back with a hoe, his bare feet still filled with moisture: "Mom, uncle said the wheat can be harvested in half a month at most.
There are more and more birds in the past few days, destroying many ears of wheat, and even straw men can't help! "
Even though the sparrow has a small mouth, it tastes really good at eating crops. After all, it was once one of the "four pests".
These days, Little Man is guarding the terraces every day, guarding birds during the day and rabbits at night, competing with these mountain animals for a morsel of food.
There is really no way!
Sparrows can fly, and there are many of them. At first, they inserted the straw man into their heads to scare them, but now they can rest on the straw man’s head to have dinner and poop.
Not only can he play with people, but he can also make friends with him. Jiang Zhi feels like sparrows from hundreds of miles around the entire mountain are here.
I can't do anything with them, I can only take turns guarding the fields.
Jiangzhi is also busy, the temperature is high, and the cotton seedlings are doing more work, and they need to be pruned and broken.
In order to prevent competition with the main branches for fertilizer, remove a few reserved side branches and leave no other branches.
If you are lazy for one day, an extra twig will grow. If you are lazy for three days, the branches will become lush and leafy. The flowers that have already bloomed will not see the sunlight and cannot be pollinated. In the end, all the cotton bolls will fall.
Jiang Zhi is still waiting for these dozens of cotton plants to survive the winter, and he doesn't dare to be careless at all.
She calculated that if these cottons were not lost, ten kilograms of seed cotton could be harvested.
One pound of seed cotton can produce four ounces of lint, which means four pounds of spinning cotton can be harvested, and there is no pure cotton without cotton seeds.
The winter temperature here is almost 0 degrees Celsius, which is not too cold to kill. Four pounds of cotton is enough to make a coat for two adults.
Fortunately, the rain is even and only comes every three to five days. There is no need to carry water for irrigation, which saves a big thing.
Things never go as they wish. Jiang Zhi had just returned home carrying a basket full of vegetables, melons and beans after looking at the cotton, when he saw Xiao Man running over in a panic: "Auntie, a lot of people came to the village today!"
He went to check on the situation in the village again.
While Jiang Zhi was taking care of the beans in his hand and preparing to make a pot of beans to eat, he asked, "Tell me, who are they?"
A few days ago, Xiaoman said that there were refugees living in the village, but now there are just a few more households.
Xiaoman ran in a hurry, his face covered with sweat. He first picked up the bamboo tube containing mountain spring water and drank it "gudong" and "gudong" before saying: "A lot of sergeants came from the village again, using carriages to pull things. It seemed that they were going to build a shed. Stop the refugees on the road and prevent them from leaving."
This is a bit surprising. If the weather is very hot, it is possible for the refugees to stay for a few days. What does the sergeant want to do when he stays and intercept the refugees?
Unfortunately, it has been more than a month since he dreamed of listening to the book again, and Jiang Zhi doesn’t know if the male protagonist Nie Fantian has already caught a ride and embarked on his plot route.
However, the male protagonist and himself have separated, so there is no need to worry about it anymore. Now you just need to live your own life.
Jiang Zhi became serious: "Do you think the sheds built by the sergeants are for temporary use, or do they need to be lived in for a period of time? What are the refugees doing?"
Xiao Man pulled up the corners of his sleeves and fanned the air: "They are young and strong refugees working. Those sheds are made of oilcloth and look very sturdy. I'm afraid they will have to live in them for a while!"
Jiang Zhi is confused. Is it good or bad for people like him to have soldiers in the village? This is the problem caused by insufficient information.
She couldn't sit still and hurriedly went to the terrace to find Mr. Man who was catching birds.
A straw hut was built with branches outside the terraced fields. Not only did several people take turns guarding the birds during the day, but they also had to guard them here at night. Food was really precious.
After chasing away the sparrows, Mr. Man had no time to spare. He kept working in the fields, kneading the soil lumps into fine powder, and pulling out all the long grass to make a large pile of compost.
The seedlings in the seedling field have grown one foot high. We can't wait any longer. As soon as the wheat is harvested, we can quickly release the water and transplant the seedlings.
Jiang Zhi called him back from the Yangyuan and asked Xiaoman to repeat what he just said.
Young Man's face suddenly became sad. Although he had experienced the military famine, he had been in chaos for several months.
It’s just that he was still young at that time, could run, jump, and fight, and could run with his children. He didn’t panic in his heart. Later, he got through it by grinding it out in the village.
Now it's different: "What can we do? The refugees can fight back when they come, but the sergeants don't dare to do this!"
When the refugees come, they can be beaten, and even the dead can be buried quietly.
The sergeant cannot do this. Not only will he not be able to fight, but if one person is in trouble, the whole battalion will come.
For a moment, everyone was at their wits' end!
Little Man stared at the wheat field and rubbed his hands anxiously. The wheat had begun to harvest. If it had been harvested a few days earlier, it would not be impossible, but it would not be full enough and he would lose a pound.
He was thinking about whether to harvest the wheat early?
"Don't panic, I'll go check on the situation tomorrow, don't scare yourself!"
Jiang Zhi still felt a little lucky. After all, the cliff he was on was not close to the village.
Those sergeants wanted to deploy troops. Even if they wanted to draw a warning area, they would not go to this hilltop.
If the soldiers really wanted to search the mountain, they would have to find a way to leave as soon as possible, and the "weapons" they made would be useless.
That night, taking advantage of the bright moonlight, Jiang Zhi, Xiao Man, and Xu Errui set out together to see what was going on in the village.
Qiao Yun could only be entrusted to Xiao Man Nai to take care of her for a while.
There is no road on the mountain, so they need to climb through the forest. Fortunately, the three of them are already familiar with the terrain.
Except for almost stepping on two snakes, frightening three pheasants, and scaring away a badger, the journey was considered smooth.
Arriving at the cliff where he usually peered into the village, Jiang Zhi leaned over and saw changes in the village.
Several bonfires were lit in the originally dead village, and figures were moving around. You could even see those people with swords on their waists.
Beside the campfire were several large, newly built sheds.
Several residual houses were demolished to make way for these sheds, including the Jiangzhi family's.
Xu Errui groaned angrily: "When I went up the mountain, I still had a few jars at home that I didn't take away. Even if I burn them, they won't burn out. Once I take them apart, there will be nothing left!"
Xu Errui couldn't bear to leave his own home.
Jiang Zhi didn't make a sound. At this time, the long-legged mosquitoes in the mountains were biting around her, and they were annoying her!
Suddenly, Xiao Man, who had been silent all this time, said, "Look, the refugee living in my house is a woman!"
Jiang Zhi looked at Xiaoman's house in the village. There was a shack there. At this time, someone was holding burning mugwort to smoke out mosquitoes around the shack.
The firelight was blurry, and the face could not be seen clearly. Only the outline and movements of a woman could be seen.
The woman's mugwort had not finished burning, and she was about to turn around and put it out, when suddenly a man sneaked out from the shadows and hugged the woman's waist...
well!
Jiang Zhi turned around and was about to tell Xiao Man to look away when he heard a man's screams and curses coming from the direction of the village.
Turning around suddenly, he saw that the woman was holding a red moxa fire and was going crazy towards the man's hands, face and chest.
Sparks were flying under the moonlight. As the men screamed and ran away, there were the laughter of other refugees and the screams and cries of women.
