Who understands? He traveled through time with a high-spec spatial ability.

The three of them enjoyed a hearty dinner using well water. Qiao Jingjing placed the basket on the table and took the items out of it one by one.

"Mom, these are shoes for you, Dad, and Mingming. Try them on and see if they fit. If not, you can exchange them with the shopkeeper (in the space). This is a sewing kit I bought for you, and a roll of fabric."

I don't know how much of this cloth can make, so you should focus on making clothes for your younger brother and yourself first.

We'll cook these spare ribs tomorrow. The rice harvest is coming up soon, it's hard work, and we need to eat well to keep up."

Mrs. Lin was so busy that she didn't know where to look. Every single thing her daughter brought was to her liking.

Look how delicate this fabric is, and how even the color is!

Look at the stitches on these shoes! Wow, who is so skilled and precise? There isn't a single misalignment in these stitches.

And this sewing kit has two layers and more than a dozen needles of various sizes. You can get whichever one you need by twisting it. There's also a round thing at the bottom with many small pits on it. My daughter says it's called a thimble. It's used to put your fingers on it when sewing thick things like shoe soles, so it saves effort and protects your fingers.

The spare ribs were huge, but I didn't know how to cook them. I'd never even eaten them before, so how could I possibly know how?

Qiao Wanjun glanced at his daughter, whose eyes were curved in a smile, with mixed feelings.

She changed after falling into a coma following her head injury. She's still the same person, yet she doesn't seem to be anymore.

After the family split up, some things from the past kept swirling in my mind, and I gradually came to understand some of them.

Before he could even show affection for the two children, she was already able to buy things for the house on her own, and even prepared things for herself.

He could tell the quality of the shoes, and the ribs were clearly for him, since he was the main breadwinner in the family. This made him, as the father, feel somewhat frustrated.

But with his limited intelligence, he couldn't describe what it felt like; he only knew it was uncomfortable.

Seeing how happy the mother and her two daughters were, he felt somewhat superfluous and retreated to a dimly lit corner to grapple with his own feelings.

After Lin Shi had finished looking at it from left to right and her curiosity had subsided, Qiao Jingjing spoke up: "Mother, I have two things to say. These concern our family's livelihood. Father, listen up too, it concerns you as well."

Qiao Wanjun was still feeling down in the corner when his daughter called his name. He immediately sat up straight. For some reason, he felt a little smug when his daughter called him "Dad."

"Mom, how many rice crops do we grow in a year? How much can we harvest from one acre of land?"

These are things I've experienced every year, and I can answer them off the top of my head: "One season, I don't know about other places, but in our Daba Village, for dozens of miles around and even in the whole Qingshan Town, it's all one season of rice. One mu of land only yields a little over 2 shi, and a better one can get 3 shi."

Qiao Jingjing's heart sank; this was far too low.

He continued, "I can't remember some things from the past. How did we plant the rice?"

"Well, isn't it just planting rice in paddy fields? Then weeding and fertilizing regularly. Sometimes we bring water into the fields and check on the rice seedlings frequently. It's the same every year."

Qiao Jingjing roughly understood why the yield was low.

"Dad, Mom, I want our family to plant double-cropping rice this year. And we'll start the seedlings early, tomorrow."

"What!" the two exclaimed in unison. Lin asked, "Da Ya, what you're saying is unheard of. Not only do we need to have double-cropping rice, but we also need to start seedling cultivation in advance. We've never done this before."

Qiao Jingjing said with a serious expression, "Mother, I've been frequently walking along the paddy field ridges to check on the rice's heading, and I've noticed some problems. Some rice stalks are sparse, while others are growing in several clumps, very crowded together. What could be causing this?"

"Today in the county town, I happened to hear that some areas are growing double-cropping rice and are raising seedlings in advance."

This way, when planting, the bad and damaged seedlings can be removed, leaving only the good ones to be planted in the field. The selected seedlings can significantly increase the yield.

Although our Daba Village is located near the mountains, it has four distinct seasons.

By cultivating seedlings now, they can be planted immediately after this batch of rice is harvested, shortening the waiting time.

After two to three months of growth, it's perfect for another harvest in the fall. It's better than leaving the field empty and wasting it.

Lin thought it made a lot of sense, but she had no clue how to proceed. She looked at Qiao Wanjun, who was also pondering the feasibility of the matter.

"Da Ya, I'm not trying to discourage you, but is this method really going to work? You haven't been scammed, have you? If this method really existed, it would have been implemented long ago, not waited until you heard about it today." He finished speaking and looked at Qiao Jingjing's reaction, thankfully she wasn't angry.

Qiao Jingjing was not angry at all.

After all, in your familiar field, when something has become a habit over the years, suddenly someone tells you that you've done it wrong, that everyone has done it wrong, and asks you to correct it.

Faced with this situation, anyone would react in this way; no one would immediately accept it readily and be willing to make changes.

Because this is completely beyond my understanding. At the very least, I should verify it first; that's only human nature.

Furthermore, she understands these things because they represent the condensed essence of Chinese agricultural culture passed down for thousands of years.

The current output levels in modern society are the result of countless verifications by generations of predecessors and experts.

She benefits from being born late, but she cannot view the current agricultural level of Daliang from a God's-eye view, so she has no sense of superiority.

Qiao Jingjing has great respect for down-to-earth farmers like Qiao Wanjun and Lin Cuicui.

"Dad, let's just give it a try, whether it works or not. At most, it'll just be a waste of some rice seeds and effort. There won't be any major losses."

Lin Cuicui said anxiously, "But we don't have any rice seeds at home. In previous years, we would save seeds after harvesting the crops, but this year we haven't even started harvesting yet."

Qiao Jingjing waved her hand, "Mom, don't worry. I've prepared the rice seeds. I had some money left after buying things in the county town today, so I bought some."

After saying that, he got up to pick up the basket on the ground and took out a small cloth bag of rice seeds. The house was dimly lit, and everyone's attention had been on the table, so no one noticed that the basket was empty.

Qiao Jingjing bought the rice seeds from a seed company. Because grain is a hard currency, she bought quite a lot, including wheat, corn, and so on.

Lin and Qiao Wanjun sat side by side, pulling the bag close to their eyes to examine the rice seeds. As they looked at them, they exclaimed in admiration, "These rice seeds are really good; I almost don't want to plant them."

"Leave the seedling cultivation to me. Now, I have the second thing to tell you. I've already reached an agreement with the manager of Herentang in the county town; he'll take as many medicinal herbs as there are in good demand. I've also secured the supply of vegetables, meat, and eggs for Yilixiang."

She turned her head to look at Qiao Wanjun and continued, "Dad, go to the village head tomorrow, rent the house first, and then ask him to fence off that small hill at the foot of the mountain along with the flat land next to it. Just say we want to reclaim the wasteland."

"Let's fence off 10 mu first. I want to use it to grow medicinal herbs, vegetables, and raise chickens. The village headman said it only truly belongs to us after a formal contract is signed, so I'll cut this pork rib in half and take it to him tomorrow. I'll trouble him to make the trip."

Qiao Jingjing was cautious; she didn't directly suggest registering the land in her name. She'd see how Qiao Wanjun behaved tomorrow.