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During the spring plowing season, Jing Qiurong and the children were busy, and Jing Chunxi naturally couldn't rest. She was a person who did great things quietly, and she didn't want to take the credit. She just wanted her mother to take care of everything.

"Girls, what are you going to plant today?" Seeing that they had reached the edge of the field, Li Zhuangtou was the happiest.

Zhuangzi has planted a lot of fresh crops these days, many of which have never been seen in the capital. Even after planting them, he doesn't know what the results will be, but just looking at the confident and cheerful looks of his girls and young lady, it's as if he has seen the bountiful harvest scene.

Jing Qiurong asked them to go to Baishui Town, 20 miles away, to get a large quantity of sweet potato vines, taro, and potato seeds. They had rented an empty house there, and they said that during the farming season, merchants would deliver the seeds and seedlings they needed there.

By the way, we can also bring a lot of food and daily necessities that we need on a daily basis, which is much more convenient than before.

Jing Qiurong and her two children also wore simple cloth clothes today. Pu Ge'er even went barefoot, coming to help again.

Looking at the land, which was already more than half planted, and the children running around in the fields, Jing Qiurong was very happy and replied, "My parents accidentally got some foreign seeds during their exile. We had to plant them to know whether they were good or not. They brought half back for us to try to grow, but we don't know if they will survive."

"What the old general and his wife brought back are definitely good things. I will send people to take good care of them. At worst, we can keep some seeds first. If they don't grow well this season, we can continue to grow them next season." Li Zhuangtou answered very straightforwardly. With decades of experience in growing crops, he also had an idea in his mind. As long as the seeds are in good condition, they will definitely grow well after planting a few more times and gaining experience.

Speaking of the seeds she bought from her third uncle last time, Jing Chunxi felt a little ashamed. Fortunately, a few days before returning from Yamen Village, she went into the space and checked it, only to find that those seeds had not yet been planted.

So she kept half there and brought half back. She soaked both sides with well water, so she wasn't worried about them not growing.

Pu Ge'er said tactfully, "These are all rare and new things. Thank you for your help, Grandpa Li."

The word "Grandpa" made Li Zhuangtou smile again, and the wrinkles on his face deepened a little. He quickly replied, "Farming is what I should do. It would be too formal for you to be polite."

After saying this, she called to him lovingly, "The boys over there are playing with fishing, even the dog is out, go quickly, young master."

Looking towards the other side of the field, there were people beside the fish pond and the stream: "Mom, I'll be back soon."

Li Zhuangtou smiled happily, but Jing Qiurong shook her head: "This kid, once he comes out, he's just playing around. He's not here to help at all."

Pu Ge'er, running along the ridge of a paddy field, slipped and fell into the plowed and watered rice field, causing laughter and cheers from the other side. Li Zhuangtou continued, "In two years, if the child stays at home all day and refuses to come out to play, I'm afraid you'll have to chase him away with a broom."

After looking over there for a while and seeing that Pu Ge'er had finally found a playmate, Jing Qiurong continued, "After we finish planting this wave of rice, the head of the village will have to send people to town in a couple of days to bring back rice seeds. We have to hurry up and start raising seedlings. The Third Master said he'll send people back with fruit tree seedlings soon, too. You all have to dig holes and get ready."

Li Zhuangtou became excited when he mentioned seeds. They say exile is a time of suffering, and everyone only thinks about how to fill their stomachs and survive until the exile. But their Third Master was still thinking about the village's farming and breeding issues, selecting the best seeds from Daqing for the village.

Li Zhuangtou: "Don't worry, young lady. I was just thinking of discussing this with you. We have so many sweet potatoes planted in the field. It would be bad to waste the vines. Why not build a pig farm at the foot of the mountain to the east? The vines can be boiled with some wheat bran and fed to the pigs. The pigs will be fat.

At least we can save some pig manure to plant crops, and the slop from the canteen can be used to feed the pigs."

Jing Qiurong liked to employ people with ideas. What Li Zhuangtou said coincided with her and Jing Chunxi's ideas, so she said approvingly, "Your idea is good, but you should focus on the spring plowing first. I'll have Brother Jing find someone to build the pig farm. Don't worry about the piglets; they can be brought over from other farms. You just need to assign a few people to feed them."

Li Zhuangtou agreed with a smile.

In fact, she and Jing Chunxi had a bigger plan. After planting the fruit trees, they planned to raise chickens in the orchard, feeding a batch every twenty days. In the future, they would have more chicken and eggs than they could eat and could sell them.

The fish pond of more than ten acres has started to accumulate a lot of water in the spring, and shrimps and fish fry should be raised in it. If some ducks are raised on the river bank, the feed for fish and shrimps will be solved.

The other two farms had to do the same. Not only did they have to be self-sufficient, but they also had to earn enough money to raise their children in the future.

Seeing how his mother arranged everything so skillfully and looking so fresh and tired-free, Jing Chunxi secretly chuckled, "Mom, the fine lines on your face are gone. You feel like a peeled egg. Maybe there will be some young men running after you when you go out."

Then he was slapped hard on the butt: "I see you're itching for trouble. You even dare to laugh at your mother."

Jing Chunxi smiled and dodged here and there: "That's right. If you don't believe me, ask Li Ma Ma. I never saw you so happy in the Marquis' Mansion."

My mother is so busy every day and runs often. Her skin looks much tighter. She eats well and lives happily, and her figure is also curvy.

Combined with the beauty ointment Jing Chunxi gave her as a gift and the nourishment of well water three times a day, she indeed looked several years younger, more beautiful, and when she smiled, she looked like a girl in her early twenties.