Time flies and it's time to harvest rice, and the whole village comes together.
Pieces of rice were knocked down, twisted with straw, twisted into ropes, tied into bundles, and stood in the ground.
Everyone helps each other, and the advantage of having a village guard is unity.
Three days later, when all the rice is harvested, it must be placed in the field and someone will be found to guard it.
At this time, Zhu Wentian found a pole, hung two bundles on one end, and went to the grain drying field.
"Hanhan, there's no need to pick them away. Let's put them on the ground first, let them dry in the sun, and then move them after the water has dried out." The head of the village ran to Zhu Wentian to stop them.
"No, pick, plant, farm, hey hey hey." Zhu Wentian was anxious!
"I won't plant anymore. I'll plant again next year. It was like this last year. Have you forgotten?" said the manager even more anxiously.
"Plant, plant rapeseed, quickly, quickly. Yeah, yeah, yeah!" Zhu Wentian said, bypassing Li Chang and speeding up his pace.
"Growing rapeseed? Is it possible to grow rapeseed?" The villagers looked at it curiously.
"Isn't the land next to it already planted? It will be harvested next year. There is still rice stubble in this rice field."
There is a tangle in it, whether to plant or not to plant.
"Chief, the village guard said sowing, let's try it. I found that Hanhan seems to have become smarter, and the perilla seed oil is very fragrant."
Another villager believed that he was right to listen to the villagers and Hanhan had never harmed anyone.
The head of the village looked at the rice field and gritted his teeth: "I am tired of planting this year. If I harvest a large area of rapeseed next year, my life will be easier."
"Let's work hard and plant. Hanhan will let us grow rapeseed. Let's pick the rice and go to the drying field." Others shouted.
The villagers cheered up and worked, just to have more hard days!
"Buy seeds, buy rapeseeds, there are not enough seeds," the village manager yelled.
The seeds are taken from the rapeseed grown by everyone in the village and the oil is squeezed out, leaving only the seeds for planting next year.
The current large rice field is obviously not enough.
The next day, everyone finally picked up all the rice and took it to the drying field to dry. Everyone was too tired to walk.
Zhu Wentian was equally tired, but he was in good physical condition and the villagers would not starve him even if they did not have enough to eat.
The villagers went back to eat, and Zhu Wentian followed someone.
"Hanhan, are you going to my house for dinner? The food at my house is not as good as the elder's house." The other party asked him with a smile.
"Hehehehe..." Zhu Wentian just giggled.
The two people went to each other's house. There were a lot of bamboos in the other side's yard, and there were tools for breaking bamboo beside them. He was a bamboo craftsman.
A family of five sat around a table made of bamboo.
The rice was last year's rice. I was tired from working, so I ate dry rice, plus pickles and a few pieces of salted fish. The fish was caught by the children!
Two extra pieces of fish meat were added to Zhu Wentian's bowl. He did not refuse and ate the bowl of rice with the meat. The other person wanted to give him more rice, so he shook his head vigorously, turned around and ran outside, gesturing with the divided bamboo strips. .
After a while, the bamboo craftsman came out and said, "Hanhan, you want to weave bamboo utensils?"
"Hey! Temple, sleep, the teacher on the stage has taught you."
Zhu Wentian finally found a way to explain why he knew things. The mountain god taught him in his dream.
"Hey! Did the mountain god give you a dream? What did you dream about?" the man believed.
Zhu Wentian picked up a piece of bamboo and drew pictures and sketches on the ground. He drew crab baskets.
There is a big belly below, a neck in the middle, and an opening on the top. There is a bamboo strip running around the opening from the outside to the inside.
This thing is useful for catching crabs. When the crabs crawl in, the bamboo strips are like stubble, but when they come out, they are like stubble.
"Huh? It really is from the Mountain God Cult." This person became more convinced. The village guard was a fool. He wanted to teach a fool to draw pictures, but ordinary people couldn't.
Zhu Wentian continued to giggle: "Hey hey hey! Editor, put the smelly fish in, crabs."
"Okay, I'll make it up." The man nodded seriously, took the tools and started to make up the drawings.
Zhu Wentian followed and picked up things to learn. After harvesting the rice, it was time to eat crabs.
There is a river nearby, and it is difficult for the villagers to catch crabs. If they catch less crabs, it is useless to eat them, and there is no oil and water.
Only rich people are willing to taste it and sell it to them.
After catching crabs, we go to the county town, sell them and buy meat to eat. It takes many days of work.
The bamboo craftsman made three pieces, Zhu Wentian made half, and made a small cut with his finger.
"I'll find two more people." After the bamboo strips craftsman became proficient, he decided to call the people in the village who could weave bamboo strips, and everyone would weave them together.
Two days later, those who were tired from harvesting, picking, and drying the rice recovered a little.
Four hundred crab baskets were placed next to the grain-drying field. The villagers put the entrails of the fish caught by the children into them, spread them out, and released them by the river.
The head of the village is preparing things. Tomorrow morning he will take people by mule cart from the village to Xuancheng, the seat of Ningguo Mansion, where there are many rich people.
Zhu Wentian wanted to follow him. He needed to go into the city to see the prices and the things sold. He had too much information to remember, so it was better to see it with his own eyes.
The main purpose is to find opportunities to make money. People in the village cannot sit idle after planting rapeseed. He thinks it is a waste of labor.
The next day, when it was still dark, the villagers picked up lanterns and went to get the crab baskets.
Some of them have gone somewhere, but others are still there.
Some crab baskets are empty, and some only have one. It depends on your luck.
The crabs were taken out one by one, and the villagers tied them with straw ropes according to the method the village guard learned in his dream to prevent the claws from falling off.
A total of 2,050 crabs were packed into the truck. The villagers themselves did not want to eat them. The crab baskets were still there and they continued to release them into the river.
If this batch sells well, the car will be delivered to the city after the car comes back, and it will be fun to eat in exchange for meat.
At dawn, we were ready to set off. The little girl who had never been to Xuancheng cried out and wanted to go with her. In the end, her Hanhan brother worked and she succeeded.
From Xiaqiu Village to Xuancheng, there is nearly a hundred miles of road, but fortunately it is in a plain area.
Two mules pull the cart, and we will arrive around noon.
The little girl was happy and chattering non-stop. Zhu Wentian poured some water on the crabs after a while. The crabs would be worthless if they died.
The eldest son of the village chief was driving the car. The village chief rested with his eyes closed. Occasionally he would open them and look at the village guard with a smile.
The villagers kept their jobs in vain, and always dreamed of the Mountain God Cult's abilities, thinking that growing rapeseed in the rice fields would bring a good harvest.
It will be harvested next year, but it will be a waste of money! There are so many rapeseeds, good days are coming!
With this in mind, he asked: "Hanhan, what do you want to buy when you make money from rapeseed next year? I'll buy it for you."
"hemp, hey hey hey, plant hemp." Zhu Wentian caught the opportunity and said quickly.
"You don't need to buy hemp seeds, they are available in the village." The village manager smiled and waved his hand.
"Plant together with rapeseed." Zhu Wentian gestured alternately with his hands: "rapeseed, hemp, rapeseed, hemp, hehe!"
"Plant them together? One row of rapeseed and one row of hemp? Can they be planted together?"
The commander understood and was even more surprised. Is there such a good thing? If it can be grown, what land will be left to grow hemp alone?
"Temple, temple, in the dream, renting cattle, soil, um, the soil rises and falls. Uh-huh!" Zhu Wentian's heart felt uncomfortable.
"Making furrows? Renting other people's cattle to plow the land? Oh~~~That's it! It does cost money to rent cattle, and people can't do it."
The village leader realized this and remembered that the ridges had to be plowed. The rice fields were harvested and there were rice stubbles there. How could people be so busy?
His eldest son who was driving the cart suddenly said: "Dad, if we plant like this, if the higher-ups find out, will we become re-rented fields?"
His son pointed out that the heavily leased land yielded more land tax. The land was harvested twice a year, so the land yield was more than doubled.
I am continuously cultivating my own village and interplanting crops. If people find out about it, can I let it go?
The headmaster closed his eyes and thought, then shook his head when he opened them again: "At least we have made money first. We can even plant rice fields and there are not enough livestock. Who can we rent?"
"Yes, hehehe!" Zhu Wentian actually wanted to say more and helped the head of the village analyze it carefully.
