The Reborn Wife is Farming

Shu Wanniang smiled slightly, and said: "I'm not 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 is golden and golden, but it has been tried for many years without success. Although the yield per mu is higher than that of wheat, but because it is not delicious, the extra yield per mu is not enough. The grains are so different from the first generation, a small grain, and the corn planted after a few generations can no longer be used as seeds."

"Mom, how do you grow corn?"

Shu Wanniang shook her head in confusion, "Mother only vaguely heard these things from the housekeeper's wife, but I have never seen them before, so how would I know, but it should be similar to planting wheat and rice."

It was indeed similar to wheat and rice. Mu Yangling stood on the ground, watching Zhuang Dawei instructing him to pay attention to important matters in planting corn.

My aunt listened very carefully, touched the corn kernels, and said, "Scattering like this is almost the same as planting wheat, except that it is thinner."

Zhuang Dawei nodded again and again, "Just spread it thinner."

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

She doesn't know how to grow wheat and rice. In her previous life, she only saw the corresponding broadcast on the agricultural channel of TV, but she knew how to grow corn. Because she hated it, she even went to the field to see how the nasty 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, the memory will be very clear.

The distance between the corn plants is very large, with a distance of one foot. It is really like spreading wheat like Zhuang Dawei said. It is strange that the corn that grows can grow up.

Mu Yangling somewhat understood why the yield of the corn planted was low and the corn kernels were 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 this how all food is grown?"

"That's right, Ah Ling, you've never planted corn before, and you've heard from brother Yu that they've been planting corn for several years, don't you understand better than you?"

"Auntie, corn can't be planted like this." Mu Yangling couldn't understand for a while, so he could only say: "Anyway, I have to listen to my planting this time."

Qi Haoran stood by Mu Yangling's side, "The corn you've planted for so many years hasn't yielded much, so let's listen to Ah Ling."

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

When Mu Yangling heard something in Fan Zijin's words, he snorted and said, "My aunt is very lucky. God gave me a dream that I am the reincarnated Shennong. Not only can I grow corn, but I can also grow 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 passed on so many skills to me all at once. I didn't remember so much all at once, and I slowly remembered it later."

Except for the star-eyed sister Xiuhong Xiulan and Xiao Bowen who looked at her with reverence, everyone else thought she was talking nonsense.

The aunt scolded her even more, "How can you talk about ghosts and gods casually, slap your mouth."

Mu Yangling smiled and didn't care at all.

She divided the seeds into a small bag and said, "Now there is no fertilizer, so we can only plant dry seeds. Although dry seeds, there must be standards. If we really want to spread like you, these two bags of seeds are not enough to plant ten acres. In this way, plant two seeds two feet down, step on them gently with your feet, and then cover the soil."

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

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

Mu Shi trusted his daughter, and took the seeds from her hand first, because it was not like wheat that had to be continuously sprinkled down, 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 used her clothes to pick up some seeds.

Qi Haoran planted the land for the first time, and he also held some curiously and followed Mu Yangling. Only Fan Zijin, although he believed in Mu Yangling, did not mean that he would go to the field in person. He turned back to the barracks, and directly pulled his few After one hand, none of them had their arms broken. Although it was broken, it did not hinder their actions.

He hung the cloth bag around his neck, planted the seeds with one hand, covered the soil with his feet, and finally caught up with Mu Shi at a speed.

Zhuang Dawei and his aunt sighed and had no choice but 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 over?"

"It's useless for you to pull it. I have to pull the plow ahead."

Qi Haoran saw her pull the iron plow easily, his hands were itchy, and said, "Let me try."

Fan Zijin frowned, "Why do you like to do these things? Letting your soldiers know will damage your reputation."

Qi Haoran curled his lips and said, "My lord is close to the people, not to mention, I have a part in this land."

Mu Yangling stopped and looked at him with Fan Zijin.

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

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

Mu Yangling curled her lips and continued to pull the plow. Naturally, she didn't believe that they would take a fancy to the little money she produced in the field. They just wanted to harm her crops from time to time.

Thinking that breeding rabbits still needs their prestige to shock the neighbors, he didn't mind, and waved: "Okay, you have a share, then quickly find someone to work." Mu Yangling looked at the disabled people Brother, said: "Just look for them."

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

Mu Yangling said flatly: "They guard the country and become like this. It has already made them shed blood and tears, so don't cut your heart out."

Fan Zijin snorted indifferently.

Qi Haoran's face was gloomy, and he clenched his fists tightly and said: "One day, the Lord will not let them bleed and then cry, let alone gouge out their hearts."

Xingzhou Mansion is a border gate, there are constant wars every year, there are wars, there will be casualties, it is good to say that the army has pensions, although the imperial court gives a little, but Qi Xiuyuan will make up some here.

But Qi Xiuyuan could only let those who were injured and retired or directly disabled to return to their hometowns with some money.

The money is enough for their travel expenses. Those who are healthy go out, and those who are disabled go back. Those whose parents are still alive are fine, and at least have a bite to eat. Therefore, the disabled veterans who returned to their hometowns either ended up alone for life, or left home again and wandered alone. Most of them became beggars, and some even committed suicide due to the humiliation.

Therefore, soldiers on the battlefield must either desperately save themselves, or desperately fight, and even kill the enemy as if they were injured after being injured.

They would rather die to earn a pension for their family than live in such an aggrieved way.