Bracelet space through the past and present? Take it

"My current steps are actually wrong. In order to determine the activity of these seeds, I let them germinate first, and only now am I dividing them. That's why some of them are a little difficult to separate..."

Zhou Lingling explained it in a very simple and easy-to-understand way, and Chen, who had been farming for more than ten years, understood it immediately.

"I'll do it, I'll do it, my daughter, I can divide it!"

There was no other way before, so my daughter worked like a slave at home. Now the whole family has moved out.

Not to mention letting my daughter be served like those rich girls, at least she should be able to live a comfortable life for a few years.

There are only five people in their family, and the eldest son is often not at home. There is only so much housework to do, so there is no need for a daughter to wield swords and sticks.

Zhou Lingling wanted to demonstrate it to her mother again when Chen snatched the knife away and pushed her aside.

Chen stared at the small potato for a few seconds, then raised her knife and cut it twice.

"Daughter, do you think this is the case?"

Zhou Lingling looked at the four pieces of equal size on the chopping board. Each piece had sprouts on it, and the knife edge had not damaged any of the sprouts at all.

She silently stretched out her hand and gave her mother a thumbs up.

"Mom, you're awesome!"

Chen smiled smugly: "That's right! Don't you see who I am, your mother?"

The mother and daughter were laughing happily when Zhou Laoer came back.

He tied the cow in the shed, which was actually right next to the courtyard gate, but Zhou Lingling couldn't smell any odor, which was enough to prove how much Chen loved to clean.

"Wife, daughter, I'm back!"

Zhou Laoer went to Zhoujia Village and told the village chief that they wanted to plant some new seeds on their three acres of land.

"Zhou Yong's family is very quick. After I told them to plant those few acres of land last time, they had already leveled it. Luckily, I got back quickly, otherwise they would have started planting in two days."

In this season, wheat is harvested.

Only the old patriarch's family had some extra crops. Many families didn't have enough summer food, and they didn't have seeds to grow for winter. That was really worrying.

Chen felt somewhat relieved when she heard this: "Your father really died quickly. If he had died two days later, we wouldn't have been able to plant."

The small beans her daughter mentioned can produce 1,000 kilograms per mu, but an mu of wheat can only produce less than 200 kilograms, which is a full 800 kilograms less!

Zhou Lingling nodded. "In that case, Dad and Mom, take these potatoes back tomorrow and ask Uncle Daqin to help plant them."

Starting this month, Uncle Daqin started working for their family.

Before Zhou Lingling had the chance to go look after Uncle Wu about the tavern, Uncle Daqin had been at home sharpening chopsticks, making bamboo cups, and weaving some small winnowing baskets to hold some dry dishes when the time came.

By then, these will also be a major feature of their store.

"If the old patriarch and the others ask, you should tell him the truth and let him take care of it for us. If our land can be harvested successfully, we can leave 200 kilograms of potato seeds for their family." Zhou Lingling continued.

As a result, when Zhou Laoer heard this, his eyes widened: "Two hundred pounds? Isn't this a bit too much?"

He was an expert at farming and valued his output very much. When his daughter gave him a gift, he wanted to give them the yield of an acre of land in previous years. It hurt his heart...

Chen obviously had similar thoughts, "My daughter, our paddy fields are still being cultivated for them..."

Zhou Lingling helplessly called out to them, "Dad, Mom... Don't you see what time it is now? Is there even a drop of water in the paddy field? What can you grow?"

Up to now, people in Yunlai Town, Yunshui County, and even the entire Southern Region have no idea about the drought situation next year.

They wait for the thunderstorms in August, the autumn rains in October, and the spring rains of next year...

It was not until the end of spring and the beginning of summer that the sky not only did not rain, but instead sent them an extremely hot fireball. Most of the land was completely unsuitable for planting, and most of the rivers dried up. Only then did everyone realize the severity of this natural disaster.

On the contrary, now, although there has been no rainfall for half a year, the overall drought in their southern region is not serious, and there is still a certain amount of moisture preserved underground.

So this batch, and the one two months later, are opportunities they must seize.

"Our family is not in the village right now, so it's inevitable that we are out of reach. What's more, there are our eldest uncle and his third uncle's families in the village. If they knew that their fields could produce a thousand kilograms of grain per mu, they might come up with some ideas."

Not to mention that she doesn't have that many potato seeds now, even if she did, she wouldn't be willing to share them with those in Old Zhou's family.

But they are shameless and can just rob directly.

Of course, the two old guys are not having a good time in the village now, and it is not easy for them to do anything even if they want to. The main reason is that Zhou Lao Da and Zhou Lao San, one is insidious and the other is cunning.

After hearing what his daughter said, Zhou Laoer was silent.

The brothers of the past are now strangers, no, worse than strangers.

Zhou Laoer knew in his heart that his two brothers might not be willing to see him live a good life...

If you don't let me live a good life, I will make it better and better!

"Okay, my daughter is really thoughtful. Let's do it!"

Zhou Laoer figured it out and became cheerful again.

He said, "Since your tavern isn't open yet, I'll just stay in the village and watch over it for the time being. When things get busy, I'll let Dayong look after it for us."

As for where to live, the old patriarch said that we will live at his place when the time comes.

The old patriarch separated from his two sons a long time ago, and originally lived in the old house with the eldest son.

As a result, the eldest son died early in his life while trying to save the villagers, leaving behind only a daughter. His wife stayed with him for three years. The old patriarch couldn't bear to see her stay in the Zhou family and waste her life at such a young age, so he wrote a letter of divorce for his son and prepared a dowry for her to go back to her parents' home and remarry. The daughter is now being raised by the family of the youngest son Zhou Yong, and is the same age as Zhou Lingling.

So when Zhou Laoer returned to the village, he was really able to keep the old patriarch company.

"That's fine." Chen agreed. "Then I'll go get all the potatoes in the house and chop them up."

Zhou Lingling thought for a moment and said, "Mom, we can also pull it over and cut it first, so that the whole sprout will not be easily damaged."

Her potato sprouts are all facing upwards. As long as they are arranged neatly and framed, they will not be crushed no matter how bumpy the road is.

If it is cut, it will easily fall over.

"Okay, Mom will go find some hay to put underneath..."

Chen is a man of action and does what he says.

Zhou Laoer followed behind happily, "Wife, what should I do? I haven't done anything at home lately, and I feel like all the bones in my body are weak."

"What's the matter? Do you want me to loosen up your muscles?"

Chen's loud voice came, and Zhou Lingling smiled with joy.

It's funny, but also sad.

Her father is just like her grandmother. He feels uncomfortable when he doesn't work for a long time.

The phrase "hard work life" is just self-deprecating. Who is born to be a slave?

Next time Doctor Lao Bai comes, I'll ask him to check on my parents and help them get their bodies in good shape. Anyway, there's a patient in the yard right now, so we can be fellow practitioners together...

(Zhou Lingling: I am a filial son!)