Chapter 153： plant

Shu Wanniang smiled slightly and said, "I'm not too sure, but I heard from the steward when I was a child that your grandfather's family has been secretly trying to grow this thing, because Emperor Sejong said that this thing is a treasure, and it is really long. It was golden and golden, but I tried for many years without success. Later, although the yield per mu was higher than that of wheat, but because it was not delicious, the extra yield per mu was not enough, plus the corn that was peeled from the second generation. The grains are really different from the first generation, a small grain, the corn grown after a few generations can no longer be used as seeds.”

"Mother, how did you grow corn?"

Shu Wanniang shook her head in confusion, "Mum just vaguely heard the housekeeper's daughter-in-law say these things, and I haven't seen it before, how can I know, but it should be similar to growing wheat and rice."

is indeed similar to wheat and rice. Mu Yangling stood in the field, watching Zhuang Dawei instructing the cultivation of corn two or three important things.

Auntie listened carefully, touched the corn kernels, and said, "Sprinkling it like this is similar to planting wheat, but it's thinner."

Zhuang Dawei nodded again and again, "It's just that the sprinkles are thinner."

Mu Yangling couldn't listen anymore, she stepped forward to grab the corn seeds and said, "Corn is not grown like this."

She doesn't know how to grow wheat and rice. She only saw the corresponding broadcasts on the agricultural channel of TV in her previous life, but she knew how to grow corn. Because she hated it, she even went to the field to see how the hated corn was grown. It came out, although I have only seen it, and it is a long time ago, but as long as I start to recall it, the memory is very clear.

The corn is planted very widely, about a foot away. As Zhuang Dawei said, it is spread like wheat, and it is no wonder that the corn that grows can grow up.

Mu Yangling understands why the corn yields are low and the corn kernels are not as good as the next generation.

"You all grow corn like this?" Mu Yangling asked Zhuang Dawei.

Zhuang Dawei looked at her blankly, "Isn't all food grown like this?"

"Yeah, A Ling, you have never planted corn before, so I just listened to little brother Yu. Everyone has been planting it for several years, don't you understand?"

"Auntie, you can't plant corn like this." Mu Yangling couldn't understand for a while, so he could only say: "Anyway, this time, you have to listen to me."

Qi Haoran stood on Mu Yangling's side, "You've been planting corn for so many years and haven't produced much yield, so let's listen to A Ling."

Fan Zijin also stood on Mu Yangling's side, "I think Miss Mu seems to be very familiar with corn, so let's listen to Miss Mu."

Mu Yangling snorted when he heard Fan Zijin's words: "My aunt is very lucky, and God gave me a dream that I am a reincarnated Shennong. I can not only grow corn, but also other things."

Qi Haoran looked at her suspiciously, "Then why don't you even know how to grow wheat and rice?"

Mu Yangling choked and said, "That's because I lost my memory. God has passed so many skills to me all at once. I didn't remember so much all of a sudden, and I will remember it later."

Except for the star-eyed sister Xiuhong Xiulan and Xiao Bowen, who looked at her with reverence, everyone else regarded her as nonsense.

Auntie even scolded her, "How can you talk about ghosts and gods casually, hurry up and talk."

Mu Yangling smiled and didn't care at all.

She divided the seeds into small bags and said, "There is no fertilizer now, so I can only dry the seeds. Although they are dry seeds, they must be standardized. If you really want to spread them like you, these two bags of seeds are not enough to plant ten acres. In this way, there are two seeds under two feet, lightly step on them with your feet, and then cover the soil."

Mu Yangling demonstrated it again, but both aunt and Zhuang Dawei couldn't accept it, "It takes only two feet to plant two seeds, what can grow out of this?"

"Of course the corn you plant will grow corn, so listen to me." Mu Yangling insisted: "That's what God told me, that's how corn is grown."

Mu Shi believed in his daughter and took the seeds from her hand first, because it was not like wheat that had to be sown continuously, and he put two seeds at a time, and he succeeded in planting the seeds for the first time.

Then there are Xiuhong and Xiao Bowen, because they believe in Mu Yangling infinitely, Xiulan naturally followed her sister, and she also pocketed some seeds in her clothes.

Qi Haoran was farming for the first time, and curiously took some to follow Mu Yangling. Fan Zijin was the only one. Although he believed in Mu Yangling, it didn't mean that he wanted to go to the ground in person. After each hand, they all broke their arms. Although they were broken, it did not hinder their actions.

Hang the cloth bag directly around your neck, plant with one hand, cover the soil with your feet, and finally catch up with Mu Shi.

Zhuang Dawei and his aunt sighed when they saw it and could only go to help.

Qi Haoran saw that the speed was not slow, but after all, it was more than 20 acres of land, and it could not be planted so quickly. He dropped the seeds and ran to Mu Yangling, who was pulling the plow, and said, "Why don't I go back to the camp? Bring more people?"

"It's useless for you to pull it. I have to pull the plow in front of me."

Qi Haoran saw that she was pulling the iron plow with ease, his hand was itchy, and said, "Let me try it."

Fan Zijin frowned, "Why do you like to do this? Letting your soldiers know that it will damage your prestige."

Qi Haoran curled his lips and said, "Master, this is close to the people, not to mention, I also have a share of this land."

Mu Yangling stopped and looked at him with Fan Zijin.

Qi Haoran shouted: "Why, you plan to take it all by yourself, I bought this kind of seed together with Zijin."

Fan Zijin came back to his senses and hurriedly said: "Yes, Haoran and I bought this kind of seed together, and we also have a share."

Mu Yangling pouted and continued to pull the plow. Naturally, he didn't believe that they would take a fancy to the money from her fields. They just wanted to harm her crops from time to time.

Thinking that raising rabbits also requires their prestige to deter the neighbors, he didn't mind, he waved his hand: "Okay, if you have a share with you, then go find someone to do the work." Mu Yangling looked at the disabled people Brother, said: "Just look for them like this."

Fan Zijin looked at Mu Yangling, "You are kind."

Mu Yangling said plainly: "They became like this when they guarded the country. They have already shed blood and tears, so don't cut out their hearts."

Fan Zijin snorted indifferently.

Qi Haoran sank his face, clenched his fists and said: "One day, the Lord will not let them cry after bleeding, let alone gouging out their hearts."

Xingzhou Prefecture is a border gate. Every year there are constant wars, big and small, and there will be casualties. It is good to say that the army has pensions.

However, Qi Xiuyuan could only let them take some money to return home to those who were injured and retired or were directly disabled.

That money is enough for their travel expenses. They can go out healthy and go home with disabilities. If their parents are still alive, they will have a bite to eat. If their parents are not there, it is inevitable that they will be dependent on their brothers. Disagreement, so the disabled veterans who returned to their hometowns were either left alone for life, or left home again and wandered alone. Most of them became beggars, and some even committed suicide because of the humiliation.

Therefore, soldiers who entered the battlefield either desperately defended themselves, or fought desperately, and even killed the enemy as if they were injured.

They are willing to die to earn a pension for their family, and they are not willing to live in such suffocation.