[Marriage first, love later] She is happy after marrying a widower

Guard Ji limped into Wang Furen's room.

"What does the master want from me?"

Guard Ji was filled with rage today. Han Heming showed mercy to everyone, but he was the worst hit by him. It really pissed him off.

After returning home, his master scolded him for his incompetence, and he was really upset.

"Guard Ji, Master heard that you have a senior brother. Is this true?"

Speaking of this, Guard Ji's mood improved. The sect he joined back then had some reputation in the martial arts world.

But he was really not cut out for martial arts, and after studying for many years, he only learned the basics.

Among his fellow disciples, he has the worst martial arts skills, but it doesn't matter, because his senior brother is very powerful and has a good reputation in the martial arts world.

The senior brother said that if someone bullied him, he should go to the senior brother and the senior brother would definitely avenge him.

"Of course, my senior brother is amazing."

Guard Ji had a smug look on his face.

"Could you please ask your senior brother Ping to teach Han Heming a lesson for us? Please tell him that the price is negotiable."

"I need to ask my senior brother about this."

Guard Ji cannot make the decision for his senior brother, so he still has to write a letter to ask.

Guard Ji raised a carrier pigeon, which was given to him by his senior brother when he came down the mountain.

He left Wang Furen's room and wrote a handwritten letter to his senior brother, who replied quickly.

If you want him to come out of seclusion, you need to offer him one hundred thousand taels of silver.

After hearing what Guard Ji said, Jiang Furen felt a little painful. One hundred thousand taels of silver was a considerable expense for their family. Wang Furen was a little hesitant.

Song Yanzhi and Han Heming thought that Wang Furen would not let it go, however, after waiting for two days and seeing that Wang Furen did not come again, they put the matter aside and went about their own business.

In early August, the forest that Song Yanzhi wanted to open up and the weeds on the mountain were cleaned up by the helpers. It was also time for the autumn harvest, and the helpers went home to tidy up their own land.

She and Han Heming led their newly bought buffaloes and plows, preparing to plow the cleared land in Nanshan.

At this season, it is too late to plant peanuts, soybeans and sweet potatoes in the mountains. Those crops are planted in spring and harvested in autumn. Song Yanzhi and Han Heming decided to plant a season of winter wheat first this year.

In this era, the production capacity of winter wheat was very low. One acre of good farmland could produce a maximum of 90-120 kilograms of grain, which is completely incomparable to the current yield of 2,000 kilograms per acre.

If you want high grain yields, you need fertile soil, and fertile soil requires fertilizer.

When Song Yanzhi was in Hongya Village, she used animal manure as fertilizer. There was not much animal manure, only enough for the vegetables in the garden. If she wanted to use it in the mountains, relying solely on animal manure would not be enough.

If you want a lot of fertilizer, you need to ferment it.

"The soil in our mountainous area is too poor. We should get some fertilizer and plant winter wheat. Otherwise, the wheat yield will probably not be high."

Mountains are not as good as fertile fields. She estimated that one mu of their land could produce 50 to 80 kilograms of grain, which was considered a high yield.

"It's hard to get soil fertilizer. There's not a lot of animal manure. If we can get some soil fertilizer and add some to the land, that would be good."

Han Heming harnessed the plow to the buffalo and drove the sailors to plow the fields again and again.

"We can make our own compost, just like we did in Hongya Village, so we don't have to use a lot of animal manure."

Han Heming's eyes lit up when he heard Song Yanzhi's words. Song Yanzhi had fermented manure when she was in Hongya Village. At that time, he was puzzled as to why Song Yanzhi, a clean little girl, liked to do those stupid things.

Later, she used the fermented fertilizer in her mouth to grow in the vegetable garden, and the radishes she grew were big and sweet, better than the vegetables grown by the old farmers who had been doing this for many years.

"Don't you also need animal manure to make compost?"

He had helped Song Yanzhi ferment fertilizer before and knew what was needed.

"Yes, but we're making a lot of compost this time, so we can use other things as substitutes, such as bean shells, rotten fish and shrimp, egg shells, etc., all of which can be made into fertilizer."

If you want to make fertilizer in large quantities, you still have to use feces, bean shells, rotten fish and shrimp.

"I see. These things are easy to get. For three or five coins, there are plenty of people willing to sell bean shells."

Now it is the autumn harvest season, and many families grow beans. The bean shells are discarded or used as firewood. If someone is willing to spend three or five cents to buy them, I'm sure many people will be willing to buy them.

After dinner, Han Heming went around the village and told the village chief about the things his family wanted to collect. He asked the village chief to go around the village and ask if there was anyone who wanted to sell them. He hoped that someone would deliver them to his door in the next two days.

Han Heming brought his men and put all those things at the foot of the mountain, and started making fertilizer according to the method Song Yanzhi had said.

The weather in the south of the Yangtze River is different from that in the north. The weather in August is still quite hot. The fertilizer can be fermented in more than ten days, so there is no need to rush to plant crops for the time being.

In a blink of an eye, it was August 15th. This was the first official festival that Song Yanzhi and her friends celebrated since they arrived in Jiangnan. Song Yanzhi started preparing for it a few days in advance.

"Mid-Autumn Festival is coming in a few days. What do you want to eat or play? You can tell me."

At night, the family sat in the courtyard to enjoy the cool air, and Song Yanzhi talked to the children.

A lot of things have happened in recent days, and the children are all depressed. Song Yanzhi wants to hold a grand Mid-Autumn Festival so that the children can have fun.

"We can't go out to play. Jiu and I still have to study. Mom, can we eat goose?"

After coming here, Han Heming went hunting in the mountains twice, but he had a lot of things to do and seldom went up the mountain often. The weather here was hot and meat could not be stored, so the family ate less meat. The eldest son, who did not like meat much before, started to crave meat.

"Okay, what else do you want to eat besides goose?"

When it comes to food, Erwa becomes excited.

"Mom, stir-fried pork intestines with green onions and beef stew with tomatoes."

"Okay, what do Jiu and Tuan Tuan want to eat?"

The two children haven't been talkative since they came to their house, and they talk even less since the last fire in the house.

"Mom, we can eat anything."

Tuan Tuan wanted to say something, but Ajiu pinched his hand. He didn't want to cause trouble for his father and mother.

"No, each of us has to order one or two dishes. I'm already tired from cooking, and you still want me to think of the names of the dishes? That's too much."

"Mom, I want to eat double skin milk."

Tuan Tuan broke free from his brother's hand and raised his little hand high. His brother was afraid of troubling his mother, but his mother said that this was to help her share her worries, so he must be active.

Ajiu looked at his naive younger brother and sighed helplessly in his heart. His younger brother was too easy to be deceived. He felt that Erwa was harder to be deceived than his younger brother.