The Reborn Wife is Farming

"I have news about the calves you asked me to inquire about." Butcher Qin took out a few pieces of paper from his pocket and said, "You want 700 calves at once. I can't find so many for a while, I can only find these."

Mu Yangling opened it and found that the villages and towns on the pipeline from Xingyuan Mansion to Jiangling Mansion were all marked, which should be their investigation when they were looking for mutton sales.

"Not all, but it covers five or six points. Do you want it? If you want it, we will bring it to you when we come back. I won't make you much, just five dollars per head. How about it?"

Mu Yangling smiled and said: "Then thank you, Uncle Qin, but the road is not safe, so you should buy less for the first time. By the way, I want more than 700 pieces this time. I will keep them as long as you can take."

Butcher Qin raised his eyebrows in surprise, and Mu Yangling explained: "My cattle farm has expanded again."

The cattle farm has expanded again, and there is also sufficient labor, so Mu Yangling naturally wants to raise more cattle.

Cows that are half a year old can go to work in the fields, and they can mate and give birth to calves when they are one and a half years old. Mu Yangling has figured it out very clearly that if they are raised for one winter, they will be useful when plowing the fields in spring. They will be raised for one year next year. After spring, some cows who have reached the age can be mated and reserved for breeding.

In this way, the cattle in the cattle farm can be sold outside in just two years, and she believes that one day, every farmer here will be able to own a cow.

Mu Yangling went to collect sheep for them with great ambitions. This time, she only brought Bowen by her side, and the two of them drove the mule cart around the villages, because she had already collected sheep once last year, and everyone was familiar with Mu Yangling. , the old way, take her to her own sheepfold and let her choose, two by two.

This time it was Bowen who was in charge of calculating the money and dealing with the folks. Mu Yangling was only responsible for catching sheep and watching them, and he didn't say more than ten sentences along the way.

At first, Bowen's face was still a little red, but when he saw that the people opposite him listened to him respectfully with their heads bowed, and his sister didn't interrupt, he gradually became calmer.

Mu Yangling drove the flock to Qin Butcher and Hua Butcher, and settled the bill on the spot.

Mu Yangling took Bowen back and asked him, "How do you feel?"

"Farmers are suffering too much."

Mu Yangling was taken aback for a moment, she was asking him how he felt about the communication, but she didn't bother with this question, she just continued to ask: "And then?"

"Sister, if we can really cultivate high-quality seeds as you said and increase the yield, then this situation may be broken. Sister, I also want to go home and farm."

Mu Yangling's hands were itchy, but he still didn't hit anyone. He just thought for a while and said, "Bowen, do you think that farmers suffer only because of low grain output? This is just an objective reason. The country's mechanism is incomplete. The people are hungry, and the people are still suffering when the harvest is good. When it is prosperous, the people are suffering, and when it dies, the people are also suffering. You should think about why this is."

"Okay, this is your homework this winter. Write a policy and I will check it when I go home for the New Year."

Bowen's eyes widened, but his younger sister taught him to face up to difficulties, so he just pouted and agreed. It seems that he will stay up late at night again.

"Since you want to write this policy theory, you can't just follow us. You have to go deep into the people and experience it firsthand, so that you can know where they are suffering. So tomorrow morning, you will eat the same porridge as them, and take Let's cut the pasture with the sickle, chat with them, ask them what their life was like before, how they became victims of disasters, what the way of escape is like this way, and what plans they have for the future, young, small, Ask boys, youths, old people, men and women, go ahead."

Bowen felt that this task was too difficult, but he still went back to the house and wrote down the outline. He decided to go to the children who were about his age first, and then go to the children who were three or four years old...

Bowen also knew that breaking into the crowd was to become like them, so he spent a whole night finally finding out his oldest clothes, but even so, it would look very new in front of those kids, After thinking about it, he took the clothes outside to grind against the stones, so the next day he appeared in front of everyone wearing clothes that were too worn out.

Xiuhong and Xiulan couldn't help opening their mouths when they saw Bowen like this.

Even when the Mu family was in the most difficult time, Mu Bowen, the baby of the Mu family, did not wear this kind of clothes.

Mu Bowen blushed slightly, and said coyly: "Cousin, others can't see who I am like me, right?"

Mu Bowen's hair was messed up a bit, and he was wearing tattered clothes, and some ashes were painted on his face, so he really couldn't see his original appearance.

Knowing that he was going to practice among the victims, Xiulan looked at her pitifully, and timidly asked her sister, "Sister, do I want to go too?"

"You don't need to go," Xiuhong frowned, and said, "You are with the children in our military camp today, the new ones are too rebellious, I'm afraid you will be bullied if you go."

He was there to inquire about news, and it doesn't matter which side he is on, so he naturally chose the easy one, so he nodded in agreement.

Xiuhong went into the room and served him millet porridge, with side dishes on the table, and said, "Hurry up, the workers are here too, you have to catch up with them."

"Cousin, I have to go out and eat with them. You should eat this millet porridge."

Both Xiuhong and Xiulan were taken aback. This millet porridge is Bowen's privilege. It also contains barley and yam, which is a dietary prescription prescribed by Mrs. Da Da. Millet is not cheap, and barley is more expensive, not to mention that yam can only be bought in I bought it in the pharmacy. At the beginning, my cousin worked hard because the Bowen diet therapy cost a lot of money.

"If you don't eat this, what will you eat?" Xiuhong asked in a daze.

"I go out and eat polenta with them."

"How can I do that?" Xiuhong was worried secretly, "We feel that our stomachs are bloated after eating too much polenta. You have a bad stomach, how can you eat it?"

Bowen said with a smile: "Mr. Da Da said that my body has taken care of me, and now my stomach may be stronger than yours. Okay, this is the arrangement of my sister. If I don't eat the same food as them, how can I get along with you?" Can they talk?"

Xiuhong immediately took out some porridge from the bowl and stuffed it for him, saying: "Then eat some porridge first, hurry up, or I won't let you go out."

Bowen could only eat half a bowl of millet porridge before he was let out. He took a small bowl and jogged to the crowd to line up. Glancing at Mu Bowen, he poured a bowl full for him, but he was muttering in his heart that this kid is an idiot, whoever comes to make porridge doesn't always have a big bowl?

It was the one over one year old who was holding a big guy not much smaller than his head in line, but this one took a small bowl.