I traveled through time and space to hunt and support my family in ancient times

Liu didn't dare to think about it anymore. She looked around quietly and found that only the Jiang family was in the ancestral hall. Fortunately, the people from the village who were watching the fun were outside and couldn't get in. She gritted her teeth, closed her eyes, and knelt down. She said words of thanks, but every word was like a knife piercing her heart.

Liu was sad and angry, sobbing. She thought if she cried harder, Jiang Yue might let her go. So after a burst of ghostly howling, Liu's body softened, her eyelids fluttered, and she wanted to faint.

Jiang Yue said calmly: "You have to kowtow."

Liu was stunned and could only resign herself to her fate by kowtowed three times. She kowtowed so loudly that she was afraid that Jiang Yue couldn't hear her and would not ask her to kowtow endlessly.

Only after hearing Jiang Yue say "that's enough" did Liu dare to look up. However, she was so embarrassed and annoyed that her eyes went dark and she fainted.

Jiang Youguang asked impatiently, "Is this okay?"

Jiang Youshan and Cai couldn't help but feel heartbroken for Liu, who was still lying on the ground. This was the son she regarded as her life, and Liu would definitely regret it one day in the future. However, this had nothing to do with them.

Jiang Yue took out a letter from her sleeve: "This is a letter of recommendation from Lord Zhai to the magistrate of Qingzhou. You can leave now."

Jiang Youguang was so excited that he snatched the envelope. The envelope was sealed and it was written "From Lord Ning of Qingzhou County". The handwriting was vigorous and powerful, with a great style. It was obvious that it was Lord Zhai's handwriting.

Jiang Youguang read the letter again and again, and carefully hid it in his underwear. Then he remembered Liu on the ground, leaned over and whispered in her ear: "Mother, your son will be grateful to you for the rest of his life."

Liu had just woken up and couldn't stop crying when she heard Jiang Youguang's words: "Because of you, mother has suffered a lot of injustice. You must remember mother in the future and can't ignore her."

Jiang Youguang nodded repeatedly.

Jiang Yue felt disdainful in her heart. Jiang Youguang was used to talking nonsense, so an empty thank you would be of no use.

Didn't Liu know her son's character? Perhaps she knew it in her heart, but just didn't want to believe it, otherwise why would she have given him such a request?

A few days later, Jiang Youguang moved away, leaving only Jiang Youtian and his family. Jiang Youshan no longer cared about their family affairs. The land had thawed, and he had to farm it quickly.

The young seedlings in the ten mu of top-quality fields were sparse due to the heavy snow last year, but they would naturally come alive after a fertilization. Grandpa Cai took the initiative to take charge of the fertilization work, while Jiang Youshan carefully took care of the three mu of top-quality paddy fields and five mu of medium-quality fields.

When Jiang Yue came back from Hedong County, she did not forget to buy a bunch of books that were not available in Muchuan. There were ghost stories, celebrity anecdotes, military geography, literary works, and even a few books on farming and cooking.

Paddy fields can be used to grow rice. Jiang Youshan wraps the rice seeds in straw mats and sprinkles water on them in the morning and evening to keep them moist so that the rice grains can germinate. During the day, he drives the cattle to plow the land, then releases water to make muddy flats. When the rice seeds germinate, he immediately sows them. When the rice grows a little bigger, he stores water until it matures and is harvested.

Jiang Yue happened to be reading a book on agricultural production, which contained methods of growing rice, the same as his father's.

But when she turned to the end and saw the specially marked yield of 300 kilograms per mu, Jiang Yue frowned: "300 kilograms? That's too little!"

Putting the storybook aside for the time being, Jiang Yue went up the mountain with an axe in hand. After a while, she brought back several tree trunks as thick as bowls. She split the tree trunks into wooden boards, surrounded them on all sides, and made a wooden tray. She then dug some soil and filled the tray with it. Then she took out half of Jiang Youshan's precious rice seeds and scattered them among the wooden boards. In order to save space, Jiang Yue also made a double-layer shelf to store the wooden boards.

Jiang Youshan came back from the field and saw that half of his rice seeds were gone. He was so anxious that he shouted to Jiang Yue, "Yue'er, Yue'er! Daddy dotes on you too much. How dare you waste the rice seeds? This, this, Daddy is going to be mad at you!"

Jiang Youshan was really anxious. His face turned red and his voice was almost breaking.

Jiang Yue was very calm and asked, "Dad, why did I waste it? Didn't you see that I left half for you?"

Jiang Youshan sighed and said, "Yue'er, don't mess around with the food!"

"Dad, good land needs to be taken care of carefully. Your old method, as the book says, can only produce 300 kilograms per mu. I am raising rice seedlings for you. My method can increase the yield per mu of rice."

"It has been planted this way since ancient times. Your father has been planting for most of my life. I can't compare with you in other aspects, but I can compare with you in farming. You have to listen to me." Jiang Youshan said as he lifted a wooden tray. Fortunately, the rice seeds had just sprouted, so it would not be a problem if they were sown two days later. He had time to pick up the seeds in the wooden tray one by one.

"Dad, don't move. Listen to me. This is called breeding. Wait until the seedlings are grown before planting them. When these seedlings grow up, select some good plants and plant them in the paddy fields. The rice grown in this way will be more resistant to lodging and have a higher yield."

"What?" Jiang Youshan was stunned. "What's your idea? Where did you hear it from?"

He has been farming for many years, but he has never seen the steps of growing rice that Jiang Yue described.

Jiang Yue said seriously: "I learned it from my master. Dad, I will plant half of the paddy field, let's do a comparative experiment."

Jiang Yue had no experience in farming in her previous life, but she had a lot of information and had seen and heard a lot. She was not really sure, but just wanted to try it out and find something to do.

Jiang Yue learned a lot from the book. This is not a peaceful era. There are wars and uprisings from time to time. It's just that the place where she was born might be isolated and no wars have ever happened here.

The poor people suffered the most during the war, so if the rice production could be increased, that would be a good thing. If she had the energy to do so, she would also like to give back to this era.

Jiang Youshan touched his face and acted like a father: "As a girl, why should you learn to farm? You should learn needlework from your mother. Dad will not allow you to destroy the crops."

When it comes to farming, no one can help. The honest man turned into a stubborn and difficult person. It can be said that those rice seeds are no less than Jiang Youshan's children.

Grandpa Cai was also skeptical: "I've never heard of growing rice this way. Is it reliable? If the season is delayed, the three acres of paddy fields will have no yield."

"Dad, Yue'er has already prepared the wooden planks for the shelf, let's just listen to her and give it a try."

After that, he pulled Jiang Youshan aside and whispered, "His father, I think what Yue'er said makes some sense. Yue'er's immortal master... knows more than us peasants."

Cai believed in what Jiang Yue said about Master Laojun, but it was too bizarre to tell Grandpa Cai. She had to avoid Grandpa Cai.

Jiang Yue pointed her finger and said, "It's settled. Dad, don't touch my wooden plate."

Jiang Youshan: ...

Grandpa Cai was hungry: Who is the father of this family?

Although he felt distressed, Jiang Youshan did not refute Jiang Yue. After thinking about it all night, he felt that Jiang Yue's method was somewhat reliable. The temperature in the house was high at the moment, and the rice would grow faster if it was carefully taken care of than if it was sown in the field. This was what Yue'er said about "transplanting rice seedlings". Would it work?