Spring comes to the desperate place

"Hmm, yummy, yummy~" Song Dazhuang was already eating rice like crazy. He didn't mind the heat, and he shoveled the spoon directly to the bottom of the pot, lifting up the crispy rice crust, and got a whole piece of rice crust that was fragrant and hot.

Song Qinshi simply couldn't bear to watch it. She was the one who chose this idiot, so she had to endure it.

Worried that one would get tired of eating only cured meat, Song Chunlin thoughtfully took out clay pot rice with other flavors, including pork ribs, beef, eel and boiled chicken, filling the table.

In ancient times, it was forbidden to kill cattle. When the Song family found out that it was beef, they were a little afraid to pick up their chopsticks. Grandma Song even whispered to Grandpa Song: "If we eat beef, we won't be arrested and beaten with a stick, right?"

Song Chunlin didn't understand, and it was only after his grandfather explained it to him that he realized that cows were an important productive labor force in ancient times. Only cows that were old, sick, and unable to plow the land could be slaughtered, and before slaughtering, they had to be reported to the government office. If they were slaughtered privately, they would not only be beaten with a stick, but could also lead to imprisonment.

Purely modern people naturally would not understand the importance of a working ox to a rural family. Even when he was farming in his own space, he used modern small agricultural machinery. He collected enough diesel, which was enough to last for a long time if he only cultivated the few acres of land in his space.

In modern agriculture, there is no trace of oxen anymore. Only a few remote mountain villages continue to use oxen due to inconvenient transportation. Most areas have basically mechanized production, and even a large agricultural machinery rental industry has emerged.

Song Chunlin chewed the beef in his mouth and suddenly felt it was more fragrant. According to ancient rules, he would most likely not be able to eat beef, so wouldn't this mean he would have one less meal to eat?

The weather was getting colder and it was about to snow, so Song Dazhuang took his two sons for a walk around the mountains around his home, mainly to let Song Chunlin see what was suitable for planting on these mountains.

The mountain land came with the purchase of the house. It is near the foot of the mountain, overgrown with weeds, and mostly gravel and stones. It would take a lot of manpower and resources to cultivate it. The 20 acres of land given by the Gu family is not far from here, and it can be reached in about two incense sticks of time on foot. Grandpa Song and Song Dazhuang had surveyed the land earlier and found it to be top-quality farmland. They agreed that in the spring, in addition to leaving one acre of land for growing potatoes and sweet potatoes, the remaining 15 acres would be used for growing wheat, and the other four acres for growing rice.

The Song family had always eaten millet and sorghum in the northwest. Song Chunlin, a modern southerner, really couldn't get used to these two things. He still remembered the coarse-grain pancakes he had on the road of escape. They were really disgusting, even more disgusting than compressed biscuits.

Now that the family has the means, Grandpa Song and Song Dazhuang first thought of growing wheat. Song Chunlin strongly requested to grow rice because he prefers rice to pasta.

So the twenty acres of land were arranged in this way, and the seeds were all used from Song Chunlin's space. He had stockpiled a lot anyway, and modern seeds were improved, and the yield was several times higher than that of ancient times.

As for the mountains, Song Chunlin observed them for several days and found that the mountains might be more suitable for growing watermelons or peanuts. In his impression, watermelons are sweeter when grown in sandy soil.

"How about Dad, let's grow watermelons and peanuts here?"

Song Dazhuang's face was full of questions: "What the hell? What kind of melon or flower is this?"

Don't blame him, he has never eaten watermelon before. Song Chunlin then realized that he seemed to have never given watermelon to his family, so he mysteriously pulled Grandpa Song and Song Dazhuang back home.

As soon as he got home, he asked his grandfather and father to close the door, then walked into the main room, took out a big watermelon from the space, thought for a while, then took out a watermelon knife and handed it to Song Dazhuang.

Song Dazhuang still had a face full of questions. It was also the first time he had seen a watermelon. He didn't know where to start with the machete when cutting the round watermelon. Finally, under the guidance of Song Chunlin, he cut the watermelon in half.

The green melon rind was cut open to reveal the red flesh inside. The refreshing smell of watermelon filled everyone's nose. Song Chunlin took out a Qilin melon, which had a thin skin and thick flesh, was juicy and sweet, and had no seeds. It was Song Chunlin's favorite variety.

Song Dazhuang cut the watermelon into slices. The whole family held a slice of watermelon. Song Chunlin took a bite and it still tasted the same, but it was too cold. It would be more comfortable to eat in summer.

Others had the same idea as him. After Song Chunsheng finished a piece of watermelon, he still felt unsatisfied and licked the watermelon juice on his fingers: "This watermelon is really delicious, but it's too cold to eat now. It will freeze my teeth. It will definitely be very refreshing in the summer."

The others who were busy eating also nodded. After Song Dazhuang finished the last piece of watermelon, he threw the rind away and couldn't help shouting, "Comfortable!"

Grandpa Song and Grandma Song also put down the watermelon rind, wiped their hands, and asked Song Chunlin how to grow the watermelon.

Song Chunlin pondered for a while, then spread out his hands: "I don't know!"

Grandpa Song: “…” He always felt that his grandson was setting a trap for them.

Sure enough, the next moment Song Chunlin took out the basic books from the space, all about watermelon cultivation.

Song Dazhuang stopped wiping his mouth and suddenly felt like he was being stared at by a cat.

Song Chunlin looked at him with a smile: "Dad, I really don't know how to grow watermelons, but I have a book. Dad, you are so good, you will definitely understand it, right?"

Looking at his son's admiring face, Song Dazhuang couldn't say the word "no". He stammered, not knowing what to say. Finally, Grandpa Song made the final decision and stuffed all the books into his arms.

"Well, start today and stop being lazy. Study hard."

Song Dazhuang felt miserable and looked at his father eagerly: "Dad, my son...I will try hard." As for how long he would have to work hard, he would definitely not be able to catch up before the spring.

Grandpa Song didn't expect him to learn it right away. The New Year was approaching, and although they didn't have any work in the fields now, there was still a lot of work to do at home. In two years, they would have to plant the crops again in the spring. By the time Song Dazhuang learned how to grow watermelons, it might have to be next year.

But how could Song Chunlin favor one over the other? After eating the watermelon, he immediately took out peanuts, salt-boiled peanuts with shells, fried peanuts without shells, and a large pot of pure peanut oil of a certain brand.

The Song family members' eyes lit up when they looked at the big barrel of oil. When Song Chunlin opened the lid, everyone smelled the special aroma of peanut oil.

Song A-mo leaned close to the bottle and sniffed it: "This oil smells so good!"

Song Dazhuang nodded in agreement: "These peanuts are also delicious, crispy and delicious, suitable for drinking."

Song Chunlin had discovered before that this time and space lacked many things, from the initial potatoes and sweet potatoes to corn and watermelons. Many foods that were common in later generations could not be seen in this time and space. As a result, every time he took out new things, the Song family would feel novel.