Bring your aunt to eat big meat, the scumbag father's family is furious

Bottles for pesticides did not exist in ancient times. Qiao Lianer found a small ceramic bottle and poured all the pesticides into it.

The pungent smell made her wrinkle her nose and hold her breath.

After she finished pouring it out, she quickly sealed the mouth of the ceramic bottle and smelled it again, which was enough to make her feel poisoned.

The wheat is ready to be harvested, but a lot of it has been eaten up. There is not much point in saving it now.

However, the rice is still in the ear stage and will gradually mature after a month. If these pesticides are applied, the yield can be greatly increased.

"Sickle, we have borrowed the largest spray cans in the village." Dayong's voice was heard outside.

Qiao Jianer walked out holding the pottery bottle.

I looked at those spray bottles. They had a press-type mechanism and were much cruder than modern ones, but they worked.

Yesterday she went to spray the wheat ears with the spray bottle in the space, which was very efficient, but if she took it out, she would probably be accused of being a monster.

"Well, let's go to the rice fields now," said Qiao Jianer.

"Take along the few buckets you have at home."

"Let's go to the rice fields." Old Mrs. Qiao continued, whatever Jianer said was the truth, and Jianer's words were the most useful.

Although she was curious about what Jianer was going to do, she would know when the time came.

Those who had watering cans took their watering cans, and those who had buckets took their buckets, and they all went down to the river.

The Qiao family had a total of 20 acres of paddy fields. The tax was light this time, and after paying the grain tax for a year, it was more than enough to provide food for more than a dozen people in the family. However, because the fields were all next to the river and the terrain was flat, it was unable to prevent floods. When the flood came, the harvest was reduced by half.

These paddy fields have become useless, it is not right to plant them, and it is not right not to plant them.

If there is no problem with the paddy fields, the Qiao family will be able to save some money by hunting.

Looking around, the ground is covered with green rice ears. When the wind blows, it brings a burst of fragrance that is refreshing. Taking a deep breath, my whole body feels much more comfortable.

However, the Qiao family members did not look very happy. The Qiao family's paddy fields were originally fertile, and the water sedimentation brought a layer of sandy loam with good permeability. The rice grew well on the two layers of soil, but they were devastated by the flood and left a shadow.

Although the bridge is under construction, this worry has become their psychological inertia.

Qiao Jianer asked the men in her family to fetch water from the river, then opened the pottery jar and poured a certain amount of pesticide into each bucket of water according to the proportion.

"Sickle, what is this?" Old Mrs. Qiao smelled an unpleasant odor and became a little alert, as if the smell was harmful.

"Grandma, this is pesticide, specifically used to kill insects on rice."

"This stuff kills bugs. How does it compare to ginger and mustard water?"

As soon as Old Mrs. Qiao heard this, she became interested. As expected, Jianer asking everyone to come down was no small matter. Rice was the foundation of a farmer's survival.

"It's much easier to use and works immediately."

Qiao Jianer mixed the mixture evenly and scooped a ladle into the spray bottle with a gourd ladle.

Then, she found a rice plant that was seriously infested with insects and sprayed the pesticide on it.

I saw the rice planthoppers on the rice leaves and the rice borers on the rice ears stopped eating, struggled for a few times, and then fell down, dying very quickly.

These ancient insects have never been exposed to pesticides and have not developed drug resistance, so this conventional all-purpose pesticide is extremely lethal to them.

The Qiao family members stretched their necks to look, each one of them was stunned.

The effect is too obvious and too scary.

When they sprinkled ginger and mustard water on the rice, only some of them died, while a considerable number could not be killed. Sometimes they even wanted to pull out the entire rice plant.

"Jian'er, where did you get such a useful medicine?" Boss Qiao exclaimed.

"I bought it from a barefoot doctor in town. I was just trying it yesterday, but I didn't expect it to kill all the bugs on the wheat." Qiao Jianer had already thought of an excuse.

Dacheng: "So the bugs on the wheat were removed by the sickle."

"Yes, yes, everyone come and praise me." Qiao Lianer giggled.

The Qiao family was extremely happy and of course they were not stingy with their praise for Qiao Jianer.

Every word she said was a blessing and every word she said was smart. Qiao Jian'er was just joking, but she was praised so much that her face felt a little hot. Then, old lady Qiao hugged her in her arms and pecked her on the face several times.

Qiao Jianer wiped the saliva from her face and gave a smile that was uglier than crying. She regretted that she shouldn't have praised Kua Kua.

Then the Qiao family filled the spray bottle with water and went to the rice fields to kill the insects.

"I told you to be arrogant, I told you to be presumptuous, and to eat my rice. Now I'll give you a taste of my power."

Old Mrs. Qiao cursed while holding up the spray bottle and spraying the insects fiercely.

"Old woman, don't be so excited. What if your anger hurts your liver?" Old man Qiao smiled helplessly.

"No matter how excited I am, it's not as exciting as when I see these bugs eating our food. We've survived it before." Old Mrs. Qiao continued to curse, making everyone laugh.

Qiao Lianer sat on the high ridge of the field and prepared medicine for everyone.

She looked up along the river and could vaguely see a construction team working in the distance.

The floods have been blocked and the pests have been killed. The Qiao family will surely have a good harvest this year.

Although the Qiao family earned a lot of money during this period, the shadow cast by these paddy fields on the Qiao family lasted for many years and even became a source of worry for them.

This place filled them with hope, but also brought them disappointment and setbacks.

Even now, when everyone can buy food with silver and no longer has to worry about not being able to afford rice, this knot in their hearts still exists.

This harvest can help them relieve the worries in their hearts.

Thinking of this, a smile appeared on Qiao Jianer's face.

After a busy afternoon, the Qiao family finished plowing the twenty acres of paddy fields. Of course, one bottle of pesticide was not enough, so Qiao Jianer exchanged for three more bottles. It was good to have gold coins in the space. Not only could they be used to upgrade the land, but they could also be exchanged for supplies. Unless necessary, there was no need to spend real money.

Looking at the rice with all the insects dead and clean, the Qiao family felt extremely comfortable.

"Sickle, how long can these pesticides last?" asked Qiao Laosan.

"It will only take half a month. Come back and fight again after half a month." Qiao Lianer said.

Dayong: "But the pesticides are all used up. Will there be any more to sell then?"

When shopping in town, Qiao Jianer sometimes bought things separately from her two brothers, and sometimes they were not quite sure what she bought, so when Qiao Jianer said she bought pesticides, Dayong did not doubt it in his heart.

"I see the barefoot doctor from time to time, and when the time comes, I buy more from him," said Qiao Jianer.

Old Man Qiao nodded. "If we can completely prevent the pests, the yield this year will at least double."

Everyone packed up their things and went back. Qiao Jianer called out to Dayong and Dacheng.

"Brother Dayong and Brother Dacheng, I want to eat fish."

"Okay, Jianer wants to eat fish, so let's catch some fish for Jianer." Dacheng said quickly.

In fact, villagers go to the river every day, but few catch fish. I hope they have better luck.

Old Mrs. Qiao warned: "Take good care of your sister and don't let her fall."

"Don't worry, grandma. I'll be a cushion for my sister if she falls." Dayong said with a smile.

After the family returned, Qiao Jianer's face became more serious, and she pulled the two of them under a clump of banana trees.

"Brother Dayong, Brother Dacheng, I want you to do something."

Dayong: "Aren't you going to the river to catch fish?"

Qiao Jianer shook her head: "This matter concerns Sister Xier's lifelong happiness. It is much more important than catching fish."