The number one scholar is a piece of shit that everyone wants

They had a good night's sleep, but both of them had some indescribable erotic dreams, which resulted in the couple having dark circles under their eyes the next day, and they were often teased.

The content of the joke was nothing more than that matter. As for who was on top and who was on the bottom, everyone could tell by looking at Song Haoming's legs that were still unable to stand.

Maybe it was due to lack of sleep or the weather, but Ye Fanxing always felt chilly. He even found a thicker coat for Xiao Nan'er to prevent her from catching a cold and getting sick.

Thinking of this, he slapped his head and wondered how he could have forgotten such an important function as weather forecast!

I quickly summoned 2587 in my mind, and heard a "ding" sound in my mind. However, the next sound was not from 2587, but the electronic voice of a soft and cute girl.

"Ding, host, welcome to listen to the "Weather Forecast No. 1"."

"Today is the seventh day of August. From tonight to tomorrow, the weather will be sunny, with a minimum temperature of 11 degrees Celsius and a maximum temperature of 24 degrees Celsius. The south wind will be 2 to 3. In the next three days, the weather will be sunny and cloudy, with a southeast wind of 3 to 4 and a temperature of 9 to 23 degrees Celsius."

"Such a sunny early autumn is the best time for some outdoor sports, such as hiking and running. Xiangbo No. 1 Forecast wishes you a happy life and happiness every day."

As for why the report was not number 2587 but number 1, Ye Fanxing was too lazy to find out. There is competition everywhere in human society, let alone the world of systems?

He suddenly felt a little sorry for 2587, the reason was simple, because he was an unreliable host!

Calculating the time, Uncle Yue brought the people who went to work to the Song family again. Apart from anything else, it was very necessary to help the farmers with their farming.

The cultivated land in the Dajin Dynasty was divided into ten levels according to the fertility, output and energy of the land: "A, B, Bing, Ding, E, Ji, Geng, Xin, Ren and Gui". The "A" land was the best quality land with extremely fertile soil, and the "Gui" land was the poorest.

The Song family owned a total of twelve acres of land, of which three acres were paddy fields, all of which were "D-grade"; the remaining eight acres were dry fields, of which three acres were "Gui-grade", two acres were "Bing-grade", and four acres were "A-grade".

Seeing that everyone had arrived, Ye Fanxing took advantage of the fact that it was still early and the sun was not very strong, and went to the fields with the other people, taking the seeds soaked in spiritual spring water.

Uncle Yue looked at Ye Fanxing with a frown, feeling helpless. He really wanted to ask someone to find Qian Lizheng and have him talk to him properly.

You don't know how to farm, but you're messing around. You have to put one seed in each hole, don't put too many, and the holes can't be too deep. As for the spacing, it's even more ridiculous. The holes have to be one foot apart...

If this land can produce a good harvest, he will twist his head off and let this guy sit on it!

How could Ye Fanxing not see the confusion among the crowd? He could only say that this was done to make it easier to apply fertilizer to the radishes in the future.

As a result, everyone's confusion deepened. He forgot that in that era, there was no such thing as topdressing, and even farmyard manure was useless.

After all, no matter who you ask, it is something dirty, but food is something that is eaten, so how can the two be compared?

As for whether the harvest was good or bad, they never looked for the reasons in the land, but attributed it to whether God was helpful or not!

Ye Fanxing could only give a few simple explanations, because the fertilizer had not yet fermented. If he had to explain, there would be no need to plant the radishes today.

When Uncle Yue heard Ye Fanxing say this, he didn't say anything more.

He changed his mind and realized that if Xing Ge'er had not strongly insisted on turning the soil and growing vegetables, this land would have been left empty this year. Now, no matter how or what he planted, he would be able to get some harvest.

There are five groups of three people in a group, and fifteen people in total.

I saw everyone doing the following actions at the same time: one person was digging the hole, one person was watering, and one person was planting seeds and filling the hole with soil.

This streamlined operation made Ye Fanxing blurt out two sentences.

"Dig a hole, pour some water, plant a seed, cover it with some soil. It's your own soil, your own land. Whatever you plant will grow into a radish!"

"In the small field, I dug and dug, planted small seeds, and small flowers bloomed. Then I grew big radishes and pulled them home with a cart..."

"No, Xing Ge'er, you've just planted the land, and you're already thinking about a good harvest?"

"...Uh...If I don't think about the harvest, why would I plant it?"

Seeing Ye Fanxing's confident look, the atmosphere among everyone was immediately boosted, especially Zao Ge'er, who was urging Ye Fanxing to sing his harvest song again!

Along with the cheerful rhythm of digging, the others also looked up at the sky happily, praying silently to God, hoping that their fields would also have a good harvest so that they could drive the crops home.

At this time, Ye Yongsheng was frowning, standing in his own field with his hands behind his back, looking at the empty field next to him.

Of course, he was not the only one looking at this piece of land, Tian Guihua was also there.

As for who this land belongs to, needless to say, it belongs to Song Haoming, but the original owner of this land was Ye Laosan's family.

Ye Laosan had previously promised Ye Yongsheng that the clan would be responsible for cultivating the field next year.

Xu Yingdi had previously hinted that she wanted to give a piece of land to the eldest branch of the Ye family, that is, Tian Guihua's family, for farming.

Now Ye Fanxing not only has to turn over the land, but also has to plant crops. The meat that is about to be in their mouths has been snatched away by someone else. How can they sit still?

Before Ye Fanxing even finished planting, the two families sat together to discuss the matter. Originally, they both wanted to keep it all for themselves, but now they each split it in half.

As for how to grab the land, it’s simple, just start from the middle and upper parts first!

What I planted was nothing but vegetables, but the way of planting these vegetables... was hard to describe. I planted all the vegetable seeds in the house without any plan!

If you don't want others to know, you had better not do it yourself. This matter reached Ye Fanxing's ears when they started planting. Looking at Zao Ge'er who was so angry that he stamped his feet, he had to work hard to calm him down.

Ye Fanxing looked at the angry Zao Ge'er, shook his head helplessly, and continued digging.

He knew that the land they had snatched away to cultivate was the only four acres of first-class land. He was very curious, were all members of the Ye family so naive as to be blinded by one thing?

Since they have planted it, there is no need to think about it, this matter will have something to do with it!

He would definitely let them know what it meant to lose both the wife and the army.

The land belongs to him, so all the crops on the land belong to him. If they disagree, fine, then they have to pay a certain amount of rent.

The market price for first-class farmland is two taels of silver per mu per year!

He just didn't believe that they, who were so stingy, would be willing to spend money!