In the heavy rain, the people who planted grains and vegetables soaked the plant ash. When the sun came out after the rain, they would spray it on the crops to kill insects.
Especially cucumbers. After the rain, the sun would give birth to honey insects.
Sorghum had worms. After the wheat was harvested and the sorghum was planted, a lot of grass had been cut and placed in the furrows.
Where there were worms, the night moths would run to the grass to lay eggs.
When they finished laying eggs, the grass would be collected and burned to ashes.
Now, the sorghum leaves would grow like corn after being brushed with the plant ash.
Now, the people of the capital only planted winter wheat. They didn't wait to plant spring wheat.
Winter wheat had a longer growth cycle. Wheat contained more starch, so it tasted better than spring wheat.
This year, the indica rice planted by Li Family Zhuangzi in Tongzhou and other places ripened again and left seeds. After the winter wheat was harvested next year, the paddy field would be opened and the indica rice would be planted.
After that, the winter wheat would be followed by the indica rice to make up for the fertilizer.
After harvesting the indica rice, the fields would be nourished for a month and then the winter wheat would be planted.
There would also be rice and flour.
The other fields would be dedicated to vegetables and the greenhouse would be built.
Of course, the bean fields didn't need to be sprayed with plant ash. There were bean worms inside.
"What we plant in the future will be decided. It'll save us the trouble."
The big pond was soaked with plant ash and covered with a defensive cover. Everyone rested and chatted under the shed outside.
"Decided? Not necessarily. Look at Li Dongzhu. When Li Dongzhu gets good vegetables, he will adjust the varieties and time of planting. "
Someone else had an opposing opinion. They planted different vegetables at different times and varieties.
In the past, they would hesitate when planting. After harvesting a batch of vegetables, they would plant which one.
Now, according to what the newspaper said, there were some who could grow for another half a month, but in order to fight for time for other vegetables, they stopped planting in advance.
The land that needed to be built with the greenhouse was planted in a different situation. It was the right time to plant cucumbers, eggplants, and other crops in winter.
If they were planted later, the cucumbers could be sold until March.
There was a list in the newspaper for everyone to choose.
"Once the days started to get better, I found that the more I lived, the better. Originally, our family was poor and couldn't save anything. We were busy all day, but now it has changed. "
"Li Dongzhu's tools have saved us a lot of time. It's not like we have to work for the government for 20 days for nothing."
"With a large water tank and more jars, I can accumulate pickled vegetables and pickled vegetables. In winter, I can eat more vegetables and have time to make dried vegetables."
"Li Dongzhu helped me snatch two months of time. My life has improved a few times."
As they chatted, more smiles appeared on their faces. The topic changed from working to praising Li Yi.
Back then, he was poor and didn't have a vat. He couldn't make pickled vegetables and pickled vegetables even if he wanted to, especially pickled vegetables.
He spent most of his time in the fields, so he didn't have time to pick other things to sell to the Li Family Zhuangzi. He didn't even have time to sell dried vegetables.
With a bit of money, they could buy vats and jars. Their quality of life in winter had improved. They no longer needed to farm or borrow food from others.
She was wearing new clothes and using new appliances. She was slowly paying off the loan provided by the Li Family Zhuangzi.
The money she paid off was the same as if she had bought it herself. But she could wear it in advance.
"There's still a war at the border. I hope fewer of our people die and occupy more space. I heard that it's best to raise cattle and sheep there."
"Cattle and sheep are good. They're far away. How much grass do the sheep need to eat? The price is still high. It's not as good as the chickens, ducks, and pigs in front of us. "
"The price of pork this year will be cheap. Shopkeeper Liang and the others have set up a large-scale farm. The people of the northern provinces are helping to raise them."
"We can drive the sheep from the farthest place a hundred miles away. The sheep from the other place can continue to be driven here. This way, we will have more lamb to eat."
"Ask the government if they need money. I'm willing to donate 50 coins to buy things for the soldiers at the border."
"Yes, ask after the rain stops."
"Put on your straw raincoats and bamboo hats. Ask now. I'll donate 100 coins."
As the villagers spoke, they put on their clothes and talked to each other. Everyone in the village was willing to donate. They sent a representative to the county government office to ask.
The people in the government office were stunned. There were people willing to donate money to help fight the war?
It seemed that other than the Li Family Zhuangzi, no one else cared about the military.
The government office did not know how to deal with this. They told the county magistrate. The county magistrate was surprised and wrote a letter to the Chang 'an. He sent someone on horseback to deliver it in the rain.
The horses traveled through the relay station. Before the sky turned dark, the county magistrate's letter arrived.
The Capital Magistrate was in charge. The Capital Magistrate was Yuan Qianyao. He had just become the Prime Minister not long ago and was chased out.
He also could not make the decision. He could only go to the Political Affairs Hall and explain the situation.
"Do you want it or not?" Bi Goo could not make up his mind.
Song Jing thought for a while and said, "We should. We don't want to disappoint the people."
Su Yi said, "What's the use of that money? Who's in charge of it? Does it belong to the Ministry of Revenue or the Ministry of War? "
Bi Goo found a table and sat down. He opened the paper and wrote, "The people are worried about the hardships at the border. Everyone has the whole village. There are no exceptions. Take it as a gift? Or refuse to keep the charcoal cauldron? " The Imperial Court was difficult to decide. He asked Dongzhu about his worries.
"Okay, send the Li Family Zhuangzi to Xiao Yi." Bi Goo put the letter in an envelope and asked someone to send it away.
Song Jing shook his head helplessly. Su Yi smiled and nodded.
When the letter was sent, Li Yi was making twice-cooked pork. Princess Yongmu watched from the side and wanted to learn.
Princess Yongmu loved to eat meat, especially streaky pork.
It was raining today and it was a little wet. Li Yi prepared to fry the streaky pork with chili and green garlic.
He did not have green or red chili, so he added carrots to go with the color.
They had everything else, including Douban, Douban Sauce, Douban Sauce, Douban Sauce, and Broad Bean Sauce.
Princess Yongmu took the letter and read it, "Li Lang, Bi Zaifu said that the people of the village are all willing to donate money to the soldiers at the border.
He asked if they should take it as a gift or tell the people to buy firewood for cooking. The Political Affairs Hall is not working. "
Li Yi was cutting the meat. The green garlic beside him was already cut. When he was done, he started to stir-fry the chili and pepper.
After listening to Princess Yongmu, Li Yi frowned. He was also considering whether to take the money donated by the people.
"Tell them to take it, and then …"
"Li Lang, Bi Zaifu wrote that the people are worried about the hardships at the border. Raise money and the government …" Princess Yongmu read out the original text.
"If you have nothing to do, write: The people have enough to eat and wear. The soldiers guard the border. The people help sincerely, and the soldiers are willing to fight side by side. Ten coins is the limit. Half a foot is too lenient. But if you buy Baggage and give it as a gift, it should be more advertised. "
Li Yi's hands did not stop moving as he wrote the letter.
Princess Yongmu's eyes narrowed as she smiled. She hurriedly went to write, otherwise, she would forget later.
The letter arrived at the Political Affairs Hall a quarter of an hour later. Bi Goo took it and read it. After reading it, he handed it to Song Jing.
"Xiao Yi said that a family can only donate ten coins at most, no more than that. At the same time, when you send the things over, tell the soldiers at the border that it was the people who donated."
"I think he will also write about it in the newspaper. The rich people of the capital will be eager to donate one or two coins. They will be able to raise a lot."
Song Jing said as he handed the letter to Su Yi, who was waiting there.
Su Yi glanced at the letter and threw it to the side. He suddenly picked it up, "I will keep the letter."
"A letter for you … no, it's for me. Give it to me. Don't snatch it."
Bi Goo was about to say that it was a letter when he suddenly remembered that the handwriting was not right.
"Let me see. I didn't see it clearly just now." Song Jing stretched out his hand.
"No need to look. I will tell you. Princess Yongmu wrote it." Su Yi took the letter and ran back to his office.
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