Spring comes to the desperate place

The golden corn was passed around among the crowd, and everyone marveled at the golden corn.

Song Chunlin took out other varieties of corn. The Song family looked at the neatly arranged corns in amazement, and gasped after knowing the corn yield.

Grandpa Song asked in disbelief: "One thousand pounds?"

Song Chunlin nodded: "It can probably reach this number. Of course, it also depends on the weather, the land, and the variety. If the time, place and people are right, 1,500 kilograms is not impossible."

"One thousand five hundred pounds!"

Everyone exclaimed in surprise. In their opinion, a yield of 300 kilograms per mu was already considered a high yield. A yield of 1,000 kilograms of corn per mu was simply an astronomical figure, and 1,500 kilograms per mu was even more unthinkable.

Song Dazhuang's eyes were full of excitement: "Chunlin, what do you think about planting corn? When we settle down, we must plant ten acres of corn."

Song Dazhuang thought that even if ten acres of land did not produce a thousand kilograms, at least five or six hundred kilograms would be a good harvest. If he gained experience in planting in the future, he believed that he would also be able to achieve a yield of a thousand kilograms per acre.

The other members of the Song family also thought so. Ten acres of land could produce 5,000 kilograms of crops. Not only could they pay the taxes, but they could also save a lot of money. In time, they could build a large brick and tile house.

Of course, they don’t have any land yet. Grandpa Song cleared his throat and said, “Da Zhuang, we have seeds and food now. I want to ask for your opinion. Do you think we should still go south?”

Song Dazhuang thought about it and felt that he should continue to move south, preferably to the foothills of the emperor. It was said that there were many Hu merchants there, and there were also many overseas cargo ships that would transport some strange things over there. The seeds in Song Chunlin's space must find a reason to appear, otherwise they would not be able to explain it clearly.

"Da Zhuang, you are right to worry. These corns, as well as the cassava and potatoes that Chun Lin mentioned, are too precious. They are said to be a crime if they are in your possession. We have to find a way to get more people to grow these things so that our family won't stand out so much."

"Dad, you are right. Chunlin is still young and has a long life ahead of him. When we recover from our injuries, we will continue to go south. Chunsheng's mother, please take out all the banknotes and household registrations of our family and put them with Chunlin."

Song Qin brought out some old clothes, which she had picked up when she left. The clothes were tattered and full of patches. After the Song family sold their property, they exchanged the money for whole silver bills, which they wrapped together with the household registration documents in oil paper and sewed into the clothes. In order to take them out now, they had to take apart the clothes first.

They were just old clothes, so they were taken apart very quickly. Song Qin quickly dug out several ten-liang silver notes, as well as land deeds and household registration records from the clothes. She gave all the things to Song Chunlin and asked him to keep them in the space.

The Song family had been traveling all the time, and now they were idle. Except for the two injured people, everyone else seemed to have nothing to do. Aunt Song looked at the sky and the clothes that had been torn into rags, and suddenly asked Song Chunlin if he had any cloth and cotton.

"Grandma, what do you want the cloth and cotton for?"

Song A-mo smiled and said, "Of course, I'm making clothes. Look at the weather. By the time we get to the south, it will probably be winter. It will be too late to make clothes by then. Now that we are not in a hurry, we have time to make a few jackets. Otherwise, we will have nothing to wear when the time comes."

"It looks like there's some cloth, but I have to look for cotton." Song Chunlin was busy stockpiling food and daily necessities at the beginning, and he collected finished clothes. He himself didn't know how to make clothes, so of course he wouldn't think of collecting cloth and cotton.

So in the end Song Chunlin could only take out two quilts and a few sets of sheets. However, the material of the sheets was very soft. Song Chunlin didn't know what material they were made of, but because they looked comfortable, he emptied out other people's warehouse. Because they were inventory, the patterns and colors were all the same simple and elegant.

Amma Song and Qinshi Song each took a piece of bed sheet and started cutting. Song Chunlin and Song Chunsheng were bored, so they were finally assigned to take apart the quilt and take out the cotton from the quilt to make cotton-padded jackets.

Both the mother-in-law and the daughter-in-law were quick and skillful, and they spent a whole day to make the rough shape. It would probably not be long before the Song family would be able to wear new cotton-padded jackets with the same style and pattern.

Gu Fengyue, who lost too much blood, didn't wake up until three days later. He opened his eyes, but saw only darkness. Song Chunlin put a blindfold on his face. When he moved his hands, he found that he was tied up.

The fear of being captured made Gu Fengyue start to struggle. Song A-mo was the first to notice his movements and rushed over to comfort him: "Don't be afraid, kid, you are seriously injured. We tied you up because we were afraid you would move around. Don't be afraid, it's okay."

With Song A'mo's gentle comfort, Gu Fengyue finally calmed down. Then he felt his body. There was no suffocating pain in his chest anymore, and his hands and feet seemed to be properly bandaged. Gu Fengyue was sure that he was not captured. As for why his eyes were blindfolded, it was probably because the other party did not want him to see something.

Song Chunlin saw that the other person had woken up and came over skipping. Song Xiaobao saw his brother squatting next to the strange man, so he also crawled over shouting.

Gu Fengyue was still thinking about how to get back to the capital when he was slapped on the face by a small hand. The hand was small and soft, and it didn't move away after hitting him. Instead, it pinched his face left and right as if it had found a toy, and even pulled his hair.

Song Chunlin hurriedly held his brother down, and then whispered to him, "You can't hit your brother like this, you know, it will hurt your brother!"

Gu Fengyue heard the other party's childish voice in a serious tone and guessed that they should be two children, one older and the other still babbling.

Thinking of this, Gu Fengyue became a little confused again. What kind of family would save him in the wilderness? And they must have used the best medicine, otherwise how could he recover so quickly considering his condition where he was only half breath away.

Gu Fengyue was still confused, while Song Chunlin pried open his mouth and stuffed a few pills into him.

"Eat." It was a cold and ruthless childish voice. Gu Fengyue almost laughed out loud because of his serious tone, but still swallowed the pill obediently.

Song Chunlin didn't know that one of the medicines he fed to Gu Fengyue was very bitter, and there was even a capsule inside. The strange and bitter taste made Gu Fengyue almost spit out the medicine in his mouth. Fortunately, Song Chunlin immediately fed him a sip of warm water, which prevented Gu Fengyue from dying of bitterness.

"It's so bitter." Gu Fengyue couldn't help but complain. Song Chunlin guiltily fed him another sip of warm water, trying to cover up the evidence.

"Wait a minute, I'll ask my mom to get you some rice soup. You haven't eaten in a few days, you must be hungry."