After fleeing famine, I have thousands of acres of fertile land

It has been raining these days and the air is humid. The washed clothes are still wet the next day after being hung out to dry for a day.

Ye Qing no longer went out to cut grass, and used the hay he had stored before. Ye Dalang and Ye Erlang did not have this restriction, and the ducks and geese were not afraid of rain.

Ye Chenjing was a little worried, because he still had to go out to cut grass and feed the chickens. After doing all this, several people followed Old Man Ye to learn how to weave straw curtains. This time they weaved them differently from before. The previous ones were thick, but this time they weaved single layers and used them on the windows as curtains.

"Dad, brother, are you home? I'm here to deliver the bed." Ye Laoer shouted loudly outside.

"Second uncle, everyone is at home. It's ready so soon." Ye Dalang came out first.

"It's been raining these past few days, so I'll make you beds first. Your grandparents are old, and it's not comfortable for them to sleep on the floor."

Ye Dalang opened the door and helped Uncle Ye push the cart in. They then carried the bed into the room and leveled the uneven ground.

"Second son, how is the house being cleaned up? Have you planted the fields?" Old man Ye did not visit his other two sons' homes during the rainy days.

"Dad is fine now. I asked Uncle Ye Wu's family to help me reclaim the wasteland. He has a large family but little land. I don't want the harvest from the wasteland this year. I'll give it all to Uncle Wu's family."

"Why are you looking for people to do it? Are you unable to do it? Are you asking your nephews to help you?"

"Dad, I found you because I didn't have time to open up the wasteland. Everyone in the village has built their houses, but they haven't made any furniture yet. They asked me to help make them. One tael of silver per family, and you provide the materials yourself. All the boys in the family can help me."

"Second brother, don't do other things at home for now. The bed is enough. You can do it for others first and earn money first." Boss Ye took over the conversation. His own people can do it anytime, and he is afraid to ask other people if others are waiting impatiently.

Old Man Ye also thought of this problem, "Second brother, listen to your eldest brother. We have just escaped from the famine, so there is no need to rush for the cabinet."

Uncle Ye was a little touched. It was still his family who cared about him. In some families, brothers were not satisfied with taking advantage of others. If they didn't finish the work, they would not be allowed to take other jobs.

"Dad, big brother, I'm leaving first. I'm busy at home. I'll come back to drink with you after I finish this batch of work." After saying that, Uncle Ye pushed the cart away. He still had to deliver things to other families.

At night, the rain that had been falling for several days finally stopped, and the dark clouds in the sky also dispersed. We had dinner while it was still light at home, and went back to bed as soon as it got dark.

Ye Qing was lying on the bed, a little sleepless, it was only a little after eight o'clock. In the past, he would just get off work at around eight o'clock, and the nightlife had not yet begun.

There were not many entertainment activities in this era, and people were reluctant to light the oil lamps after dark, which made Ye Qing develop the habit of going to bed early and getting up early.

When Ye Qing got up, the sun had not yet risen. The ground was wet. It had not rained all night, and some of the water on the ground had not yet been drained.

Ye Lao Da took his sons to work in the fields. There was a lot of water in the wheat fields. Ye Lao Da dug a drainage ditch and all the water flowed out.

Ye Qing called her two sisters to pick mushrooms. Mushrooms grew on the mountain after the rain. The three of them walked and played, and soon they arrived at the foot of Tushan.

Several people dispersed. Ye Qing took a branch and turned over the dead grass. Some mushrooms liked to hide under the dead grass.

Ye Qing knew that mushrooms like to grow in damp and shadowless places, so he specifically looked for them next to rotten leaves.

After a while, I found several clusters of white mushrooms. White mushrooms look similar to shiitake mushrooms, except for the color. There are no hairs on white mushrooms, they are very smooth and have no smell.

The white mushrooms were thick, with evenly thick stems, soft but not falling over, and crisp and tender. Ye Qing liked to eat white mushrooms, so he picked all the white mushrooms, big or small, and put them in the basket.

Ye Qing walked forward for a while and found some more chicken mushrooms. Many of the chicken mushrooms here had just emerged from the ground, and the soil was supported by spires.

Ye Qing took a branch and carefully pushed away the soil, revealing clumps of plump chicken mushrooms. Chicken mushrooms are very tender, and will turn black and rot as soon as the temperature rises.

Ye Qing picked some leaves from the branches nearby and covered the surface to avoid the sun.

Ye Qing searched for a while, and soon the basket was full. Ye Qing looked at the mushrooms on the ground and thought it was a pity. He should have brought a bigger basket today.

"How much have you picked up, second sister? There are some porcini mushrooms here, do you want some?"

"My mother loves porcini mushrooms the most. Qingya, please help me pick some."

Ye Qing started picking them. There were quite a lot of porcini mushrooms in this patch, and it took him several minutes to pick them all.

It was Ye Qing’s first time to pick mushrooms. He came out with so many mushrooms and felt a great sense of accomplishment.

The few people's baskets were full and they didn't want to stay in the mountain anymore as they had a lot of work to do at home.

The speed of going down the mountain was much faster. When they encountered some tender grass on the way, Ye Qing also cut some and took it back. The four rabbits at home had not been fed yet.

"Grandma, I'm back. There are a lot of mushrooms on the mountain today. I picked up a basket full of them."

"These mushrooms are really juicy. Ask your mother to fry some for lunch, and put the rest on a mat to dry in the sun. You can eat them in winter after they are dried."

After Ye Qing dried the mushrooms, he went to feed the rabbits. These rabbits were more than three months old, and in a few months they would have baby rabbits.

Ye Qing had nothing to do in the afternoon, so he went to the forest to check on the peppers, which had grown taller. The cotton had also grown, with many forks on the cotton. These forks had to be pinched off, otherwise they would compete for nutrients and produce fewer bolls.

Ye Dalang was also busy in the woods. The soybean field was overgrown with grass, which had affected the growth of the soybeans.

Ye Dalang squatted on the ground and pulled out the weeds bit by bit, while Ye Qing was weeding in the cotton field, first cutting off the extra branches and then pulling out the weeds in the field.

"Qingya, why did you pluck so many cotton branches? You can't pluck them. You need grass to feed your rabbits. I'll cut some for you. You can collect the cotton and make quilts in the winter."

"Brother, I'm not kidding. We need to remove the excess cotton so that more cotton can be produced."

"I've never seen anyone do this. The more branches you have, the more fruit you can get."

"Brother, didn't you guys ever interrupt when you were growing cotton?"

"Cotton is a rare commodity, and no one is willing to touch it because the cotton yield is too low."

"Brother, there are too many cotton branches. The nutrients are absorbed and used to grow taller, so naturally there will be less cotton. When the cotton is one meter tall, you need to pinch off the top, so that there will be more cotton bolls."

"Qingya, Dad won't agree. You've never grown anything before, so this isn't a good idea."

"Dad doesn't come to the forest very often. As long as you don't tell me, I won't find out. You'll know when the cotton is ripe."

Ye Dalang had no way to convince Ye Qing, so he could only help Ye Qing keep the secret for the time being. He also wanted to see if this method was useful.