Quick Wear: With the cub in hand, the world is mine

"Spring thunder scares away all insects." With the arrival of Jingzhe, the temperature warms up and spring ploughing begins.

Hua Ke soaked the dried corn seeds in warm water so that they could germinate quickly and evenly.

"There's a lot of thunder but little rain. I'm afraid it's going to be a bad year. There's not much rain. God doesn't want to give us a way to survive." Chen Qingqing came over to learn how to grow corn, and her face was filled with worry as she looked at the gloomy sky.

"Why are you sad? You have to live no matter how sad you are. People are born to live." Hua Ke handed her the corn seeds. "First make a nest and then apply fertilizer. Cover the seeds after sowing. Plant one corn in spring and harvest ten thousand corns in autumn."

“Why do we plant corn and harvest com?”

"Because it suddenly mutated."

"Silly flower, you fooled me again!"

Hua Ke dodged Chen Qingqing's Nine Yin White Bone Claw, "If you hit me again, I won't tell you other things to pay attention to. I've tried it, and it's enough to put one corn seed in a hole at present, but it may not be the case in the future, maybe two seeds will be needed."

Chen Qingqing was shocked: "Could it be that each generation is worse than the previous one?"

"uh-huh."

The first generation that was irrigated with spiritual spring water was the best.

The villagers of Shicheng Village all received some corn and sweet potato seeds. This was the first year of the promotion attempt, and each family could only get a little. Hua Ke gave some extra seeds to Chen Qingqing and Hua Lutao.

The next morning, Hua Ke carried a hoe and a bag of corn seeds, Wen Lin carried sweet potato seeds that had been divided into pieces, and Siniu followed behind with a kettle. The three of them went to the dry land on the hillside to prepare for farming.

Wen Fugui and a few others were responsible for the family's four acres of paddy fields, and the task of sowing rice was given to them.

"Today is the Nth day of Mengnu's farming! Welcome everyone to Xiaohua's live broadcast room. Today I plan to broadcast corn planting to you..."

Hua Ke dug a hole in the loose soil, three to five centimeters deep, and then dug another hole in the empty space of eighteen centimeters. The distance between planting corn cannot be too close.

"Xiao Ke, let me do it."

Wen Lin placed the sweet potato seeds and reached out to take the hoe.

"Watch the distance, it's about the same as the pits I dug."

"it is good."

Hua Ke untied the bag and put corn seeds into the pit. She had done an experiment in the backyard a few days ago and found that every seed survived.

"Grandma, I'll do it."

The four bulls were eager to try.

"Okay, Si Niu is very hardworking. You graze the grass and I'll cover it with soil from behind."

Looking at Wen Lin bending over and working diligently, Hua Ke asked him if he regretted coming back from the capital.

"No, I'm a country boy. I've been eating food grown from the ground all my life. How could I possibly dislike it?"

In his heart, wealth and glory are not as important as family. Once the latter is lost, it can never come back.

Planting corn is relatively quick, but planting sweet potatoes is a little slower. Although the ridges were dug two days in advance, there are still some large lumps of soil on them. Si Niu used a small hoe to knock on them.

A peasant woman not far away saw Hua Ke and the others and asked loudly, "Hua Ke, have you finished planting your corn?"

"After planting, we can eat it in a few months."

The man started laughing, "I haven't even planted them yet, and you're already thinking about eating them. Hua Ke, thank you for giving us the seeds!"

"You're welcome. Come over and help pull weeds at my house when you have time."

The whole morning passed by while I was chatting and laughing with others.

Hua Ke took a sip of water and handed the rest to Wen Lin, who drank it all in one gulp.

"Xiao Ke, you've worked so hard over the years." Wen Lin's tone was full of pity. He hadn't worked in the fields for a long time. He felt physically exhausted after only working in the fields for half a day. But his Xiao Ke had worked hard in the fields for more than 20 years...

It's not hard work, it's hard life. But Hua Ke didn't say this out loud. The early sowing process was indeed very tiring, and she also had to take care of the crops in the middle, weeding, fertilizing, and preventing pests. When the maturity period came, she saw the food in the field, and she felt the joy of a good harvest in her heart, which was spiritual satisfaction.

"Grandpa! Grandfather! Si Niu! Come home for dinner!" Erniu shouted while running.

"Come on, go home."

After five or six days, a patch of tender green emerged in the fields. Everyone had high hopes for these little lives. The Wen family children, who had eaten the corn, would run to the hillside from time to time to remove the weeds next to the seedlings.

How could these little brats be so hardworking last year? They were lazy and didn’t know the difference between grains. They were only motivated when they had food to eat.

The villagers saw how diligent the Wen family's cows were. As soon as Daniu, Sanniang and the others went up the hill, the neighbors drove their children out of the house, saying, "Look how sensible their children are. They've already gone to the fields to pull weeds. Follow them, or you won't have any corn to eat in the future."

"Hey, idiot, come back. I told you to pull up the grass in your own garden. Why are you following Erniu to pull up the grass?"

Everyone laughed.

But soon they stopped laughing. The weather was not good. In previous years, there would be a long period of rainfall during the Grain Rain season, but this year it rained very little. The rice seedlings needed water. There were so many paddy fields planted with rice, but the water in the river was getting less and less, and it was not enough for the people of Shicheng Village.

Wen Yan was also worried. The county magistrate said that this year's hope lies in their Shicheng Village. Their village is relatively good, while the villagers next door who have no corn or sweet potato to grow have not smiled for a long time.

"God damn it! Who stole my sweet potato leaves!" Dong Zhenzhu came early in the morning to help the sweet potato vines. Seeing that about eight or nine vines in the corner had been torn off, she was so angry that her saliva spurted out, "Who dared to do this? Get out here! You stole the sweet potato leaves, I curse the God of Thunder and the Goddess of Lightning to strike you to death!"

Chen Qingqing ran out after hearing the sound and hurried to her own field to check. Fortunately, there were no signs that her field had been damaged, so she breathed a sigh of relief.

Dong Zhenzhu stared angrily at the group of people watching the show with sharp eyes, trying to find out the real culprit.

"It's not me! I had diarrhea yesterday and spent the whole day in the toilet."

"It's not me. I have sweet potato leaves growing in my fields too. My sweet potato leaves grow better than yours. There's no need to steal from you."

Hua Ke and Dong Zhenzhu looked at each other and said, "Why are you looking at me? I'm tired of eating my sweet potato leaves, so I don't want yours."

Dong Zhenzhu nodded, it was indeed impossible that this family could be the murderer.

After searching for a whole day without finding the real culprit, Dong Zhenzhu thought she was unlucky. She thought she couldn't be lazy and would go around the fields whenever she had time.

The next day, the theft happened again, this time it was Wen Jinbao's house. Feng saw that the field was bare, all the sweet potato vines were gone, and the sky was collapsing!

"Oh my God! Are you going to let me live? Who is the one who cut off all my sweet potato vines?" Feng sat on the ground and cried bitterly. "I worked so hard to grow these, but they were stolen before I could even eat two meals. I curse you thieves to give birth to children without anus! Eat my sweet potato leaves and you will have diarrhea for a whole year!"

Hua Ke went forward to look through them and tried to comfort her, "Those thieves left some room, and these vines can continue to grow. They didn't dig up all the roots, which is good for you. Otherwise, you wouldn't have any sweet potatoes to harvest in the future."

"Wow——" Feng cried even louder.