Chapter 67 I Can Eat Shit Too
Of course, Liu Ji couldn't catch up with the young man Liu Fei. As expected, his private property was confiscated and he was punched in the face.
Liu Ji covered his face, angry but not daring to speak. He even had to prepare hot water for foot bathing in the evening and serve her well. "Madam, calm down. This is all a misunderstanding. I was just teasing that boy Liu Fei. Who would have thought that he would take it seriously?"
"How could I not pay? You can go around the village and ask around. When I, Liu Ji, buy vegetables, even if the owner is not home, I will still pay the owner the next day."
Qin Yao didn't say anything. She closed her eyes, soaked her feet, and fell asleep comfortably.
Liu Ji gritted his teeth, it turned out that he didn't listen to a single word I said!
After a good night's sleep, Qin Yao got up refreshed and did her morning exercises. After finishing, she took the rice seeds that Liu Ji bought from the old house, poured them into a basin, added some water, and soaked them so that they could germinate as soon as possible.
If there is any medicine that can prevent pests, add it at this time to prevent pests.
Liu Ji had never farmed before, and didn't know what the correct order was, so he just did whatever Qin Yao told him to do.
So, he didn't run back home until the villagers had scattered all the sprouted rice seeds in the fields, with a panicked look on his face.
Looking at Qin Yao standing in front of the breeding rack, he shouted, "Wrong, wrong! The germinated seeds are to be sown in the fields, there is no such thing as breeding!"
Qin Yao stood in front of the breeding tray that the two of them had worked so hard to set up. The wooden tray was full of soil that they had dug back from the fields. The rice seeds had been sown. There were twenty trays in total, and all of them had already sprouted tender green buds, which looked very pleasing to the eye.
The four brothers and sisters of Dalang would come to check on him every day, taking good care of him as if he were a pet.
Afraid that it would get cold in the morning and evening, the family of six wove pieces of straw mats and wrapped the entire frame, making it like a small room, and they took great care of it.
So, now Liu Ji is telling them that this is all wrong?
In the eyes of farmers, food is more important than anything else. Dalang and his two siblings were so panicked that they almost cried.
If this is wrong, it's all over.
However, Qin Yao had never let the four siblings down. She frowned, calmly stopped Liu Ji, who was shouting until his voice was broken, and asked calmly:
"Do the villagers just sow the seeds directly into the ground?"
Liu Ji nodded wildly.
"Did Dad and the others finish spreading the seeds?"
"No." It's only one hundred acres, how can it be sown so quickly? Liu Ji said, "There are still dozens of acres near home that have not been sown."
A good field needs to be taken good care of and a layer of fertilizer should be applied before sowing seeds, so it should be done later.
Liu Ji said anxiously: "What's the point of asking this? The point now is that we made a mistake. How do we spread these buds?"
How can we plant rice when it is as tall as a thumb?
Qin Yao said, "Go home first and tell Dad not to plant the rice behind. We should breed the rice first, then plant the rice seedlings. When the rice seedlings are grown, we can plant them in other fields. This way, the rice will be more resistant to falling, and the plants will be selected after breeding, so the yield will be better."
"What?" Liu Ji was stunned for a moment. "What kind of method is this? Where did you hear it from?"
Although he had no experience in farming, the rice planting steps he had seen since he was a child were not the same as what Qin Yao described.
They plow the land, release water to make a mudflat, sow the sprouting rice seeds, wait for the rice to grow, and then store water until it is ripe for harvest.
Qin Yao said angrily: "I learned this from an agricultural expert. Are you better than an expert? If I tell you to go, go quickly. If you go too late and affect this year's harvest, I will beat you to death!"
When he heard that he was going to be beaten, Liu Ji ran faster than a rabbit and disappeared in the yard in the blink of an eye.
Dalang and his three friends also followed curiously, as they were worried about the accuracy of their father's message and afraid that he would say something wrong and bring bad luck to their stepmother.
When they arrived at the old house, Dalang was glad that he had followed along. His father really couldn't explain clearly. He just said in a shameless way that no one was allowed to sow seeds, without explaining the reason to others.
It was Dalang who stepped forward and told everyone in the Liu family's old house what Qin Yao had said before, and only then did they understand the reason.
But, "I've never heard of growing rice this way. Is it reliable? If the season is missed, then those dozens of acres of good land will have no yield."
Liu Zhong had deep doubts. He was the best farmer in his family and felt that no one knew more about farming than himself.
If someone else in the village said this, he would think about the feasibility.
But the person who said this was Qin Yao, who didn't even know how to plow a field at first. How could anyone believe her?
"It's okay if you don't believe me. Anyway, I've brought my message to you. You can do whatever you want." Liu Ji said with a snort, and called the four brothers and sisters of Dalang, "Go home!"
The five father and sons came and went in a hurry like a gust of wind, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
On the way back, Dalang said, "I think what stepmother said makes sense. Dad, let's listen to stepmother."
Liu Ji raised an eyebrow, "Didn't I say I won't listen to her?"
The point is, how could he not listen?
Erlang, Sanlang, and Si Niang laughed secretly, and said that if the stepmother couldn't grow rice, they would go dig wild vegetables to eat.
Dalang touched the precious slingshot hanging on his waist and said, "In the autumn, my stepmother promised to take me hunting. Then we can have meat."
Liu Ji felt a little sour and asked sarcastically, "Your stepmother asked you to eat shit, so you went?"
Si Niang nodded and said, "Yes." "I'll eat."
Saburo followed suit: "I can eat shit too!"
Erlang laughed so hard that tears came out of his eyes, "Two idiots!"
Liu Ji sneered: "They are all fools!"
Dalang looked at this bunch of idiots, sighed deeply, and felt very tired for his stepmother.
Qin Yao's planting method was supported by the whole family, and the family of six soon became the outliers in the village.
The seedlings in other people's fields had all grown out before their family of six started planting rice.
Qin Yao and Liu Ji carried wooden boards to the field and placed them in the mud field where the water had been drained, leaving only a shallow layer of water.
Then Qin Yao picked up the seedlings that had grown to ten centimeters high. The whole family stood on the boards and planted the seedlings in neat rows in the field.
It took three days to plant two acres of land.
Just after the planting was completed, the spring rain came.
It is said that spring rain is as precious as oil, and this is indeed true. The seedlings planted in the fields grow one section a day. After more than half a month, they are a little taller than the seedlings in the surrounding rice fields.
Moreover, the rice seedlings in other fields were in a mess, but their two acres of seedlings were neatly arranged, which looked very different.
At first, people laughed at Liu Ji's family for their reckless behavior, but some kind-hearted people ran to Old Man Liu's house and asked him to go and talk to them.
But it was useless even if Old Man Liu stepped forward, and he himself was almost persuaded by Qin Yao.
But in the end they still conservatively stuck to their original method, after all, they couldn't afford the risk.
Liu Dafu saw that they were only planting ten acres and thought it was not a big deal. Besides, he had to give face to Qin Yao, his benefactor, so he didn't say anything.
Later, when the seedlings in the two acres of land grew tall and strong, the voices of doubt gradually faded.
Finally, when I saw Qin Yao's family planting acres of calf-high seedlings in neat rows in other paddy fields sprinkled with farmyard manure, and that the seedlings were tall and strong, and could not be blown down by the wind or bent by the rain, there was only one voice of doubt left -
With all this effort, will the harvest be much or little?
(End of this chapter)