The Reborn Wife is Farming

Qi Haoran looked at her suspiciously, "You couldn't make it up, did you?"

Mu Yangling took his arm and said, "If you don't believe me, just put on makeup and come down with me to listen. It's as if you don't need money for good words." Speaking of this, Mu Yangling was also curious, "Why do I sound like you guys? The relationship between the army and the people is not very harmonious, so why did the army do such a good thing, and everyone is grateful?"

Qi Haoran paused with a smile all over his face, and Fan Zijin smiled, and said: "Except for Yuan Jiajun who is loved by the people, the other soldiers are indeed not very popular with the people."

Although the soldiers fought against the Hulu, the incidents of robbing the people's property and arresting the strong men also happened from time to time. In the Great Zhou Dynasty, ordinary people did not like to deal with soldiers.

And because the emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty emphasized culture over military affairs, and the local government controlled the lifeline of the army's food, grass and supplies, the two sides had always had conflicts, so the relationship was not very harmonious.

Qi Xiuyuan was restrained, and his relationship with Wu Shancai was not good, because he seldom appeared in other places, and the people in Xingzhou Prefecture were not familiar with him. Although they didn't hate him, they didn't have much affection for him. Because he took over military households before, he was a little in awe and disgusted with him.

Qi Haoran didn't know that he won the goodwill of the people in Mingshui County for Qi Xiuyuan by releasing the water this time, but what really made everyone feel grateful for Qi Xiuyuan and Qi Haoran was because Qi Haoran asked soldiers to fetch water for the old, weak, women and children. Unintentional move.

Looking at the crowds of people below, Qi Haoran felt a sense of accomplishment, "I've saved a lot of people today, right?"

Mu Yangling and Fan Zijin nodded with suppressed smiles.

"Hasn't your land been watered? Why do you still come to fetch water?"

"The vegetables in my vegetable field are almost dying in the sun. I have no choice but to carry two buckets of water back. What's the matter? I've come here. Why don't you just go to my house for dinner."

Qi Haoran asked as he walked, "What's delicious at your house?"

"I'm so busy these days that I don't have time to go into the mountains. How can there be anything delicious?" Mu Yangling was walking on the left side of Qi Haoran with two buckets of water, and happened to see his own corn standing tall and independent from a wheat field. His eyes lit up, and he said, "Let's go and see the corn, maybe it's edible."

Fan Zijin walked around the corn twice, and said thoughtfully, "I understand why you planted two seeds so far away. The corn stalks are so tall and big, and if you plant them so far away, both seeds can grow into seeds." This area is densely packed, what would happen if we planted seeds like wheat?"

Qi Haoran frowned, "Won't there be more corn?"

Fan Zijin slapped him on the head, "Stupid, can the corn stalks grow into corn? Even if I don't know how to farm, I know that what this thing needs is sunlight. If the corn is so densely planted, if the corn doesn't hold back dead, it will not granulate."

Mu Yangling put down the bucket, went into the corn field, picked a few and peeled them one by one. The peeled corn was bright yellow and full of corn kernels. When he pinched it with his fingertips, the slurry flowed onto his fingers, and Mu Yangling Break it off and throw it to Qi Haoran, saying: "You can eat it, then, take it back and cook it."

Qi Haoran smelled it, and said: "There is a clear fragrance, Zijin, didn't you say that corn kernels are not delicious?"

"That's what it says in the book," Fan Zijin shirked his responsibility, he also broke the two, and asked Mu Yangling thoughtfully, "Can this corn be harvested?"

"Not yet. It's still tender, and it's not easy to peel off. It has to stay in the ground for about 20 days."

"That's exactly when the wheat grain filling is over."

Mu Yangling nodded.

"In other words, the corn can be planted together with the wheat, and the time of sowing and harvesting will be different. Are you an inferior land? The base fertilizer is not good, and a corn cob is only so big and heavy. How much do you think this acre can produce?" Fan Zijin looked at the large corn field, and his heart became hot, and he vaguely understood why Emperor Sejong said that planting corn would prevent famine even in famine years.

It's not that Emperor Sejong was wrong, but that they didn't use the right way of planting.

Fan Zijin turned his head and looked at Mu Yangling with piercing eyes. This is a great achievement recorded in the annals of history. Emperor Sejong specially sent a ship to the west to obtain seeds. Ling did it.

Mu Yangling didn't know what Fan Zijin was thinking, but felt goosebumps all over her body when he looked at her, and felt a bit chilly for no reason. She moved lightly, and moved behind Qi Haoran, letting him block Fan Zijin's gaze.

Fan Zijin's eyes fell on Qi Haoran, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, feeling happy.

"Since you want to invite us to eat corn, you can't just pick a few, can you? Yanmo, Feibai, go in and pick some more, pick the big ones, and we'll take the extra ones back to the barracks to eat."

Yan Mo and Fei Bai agreed happily, took off their coats and wrapped around the corn.

Fan Zijin walked along the field, carefully observing the corn field.

Mu Yangling leaned close to Qi Haoran's ear and asked, "Is he holding back for something?"

Qi Haoran nodded, then felt sorry for brother, and shook his head again.

Mu Yangling touched his chin and said, "I think this bad thing must be aimed at me."

Fan Zijin turned around and came back, satisfied, and asked, "Ah Ling, does anyone come to your corn field?"

Mu Yangling shook his head, "This land belongs to our family, and it's near the foot of the mountain again. Who would come here?"

"But this is where your family grows corn. Looking up, there is only your corn standing upright in a low wheat field and rice field. People are not curious? Wouldn't they come to steal it?"

Mu Yangling said with a smile: "I've looked carefully, and no one has picked corn secretly. Most people here don't know it, and they're not interested in it when they hear it's called corn. I planted this thing, but I lost money later, and no one in Chenggu Village dares to mess with my Mu family."

Fan Zijin nodded, stroked the corn stalk and said, "This corn is a good thing, you have to take care of it, and it's best not to let it out until we have confirmed its output."

Mu Yangling blinked, looked at Qi Haoran, and asked in unison: "Aren't you not confident in it?"

"That was before, but now I think what Emperor Sejong said may be true. Ah Ling, we will hand over our cornfield to you. This is a heavy responsibility. If you are not sure, ask Haoran to send you some Someone come and help."

Mu Yangling opened his mouth slightly, and asked, "When did this corn field become 'our'?"

Fan Zijin looked at her strangely and said, "Isn't this corn field ours? You forgot, Haoran bought the corn seeds. When planting them, Haoran and I not only planted the field ourselves, but also sent soldiers to help , although this land belongs to your family, you can't take my share from Haoran and me, can you?"

Now even Qi Haoran's eyes widened, pointing at the cornfield, then at himself, and asked, "I still have my share in this cornfield?"

Fan Zijin nodded as it should, "Of course, what do you think?"