Quick Transmigration: Passer-by Craftsman System [MTL]

Chapter 130

Spring is the season when all things come to life, and it is also the season when land is reclaimed to grow food.

The laziest person would not waste precious spring plowing time.

Qingchuan rented the oxen and plows to three people. The three of them only had three pieces of land. One person led the oxen, one held the plow, and the other planted wheat seedlings behind. This year they decided to plant wheat. The soil here is very good. I planted beans again, and now I can get a good harvest from wheat.

The three of them were originally farmers, so they still know some common sense about this. Qingchuan was worried and sent another puppet to scientifically plant according to the experience of later generations, such as controlling the spacing and quantity, as well as the time and frequency of fertilization.

At first, when he asked everyone to use fermented manure as fertilizer, they were a little hesitant. Because feces is filthy, but food is holy.

However, out of trust in the lord, they did so.

In two days, all three plots of land were planted with wheat. The vegetable garden in front of their door was also replaced with a batch of vegetable seeds. The galloping chickens that had been shut up all winter came out to look for food in the yard and snatched a bug they happened to see.

As a former eldest brother, Ivan carefully watered each seedling and slipped out the chick that flew into the vegetable garden. "Huh?" He noticed something in the grass. It turned out to be an egg. It had just been laid and was still warm. of.

egg.

Ivan beamed, this was the first egg of the year. It looks like the chicks had a good winter, so they are laying eggs as soon as spring comes.

How to eat it? Is it boiled directly? Or smash it and pour it into vegetable soup?

At this time last year, he was still waiting in great panic for death that would come at some unknown time. But now, he was holding an egg in his hand, thinking about how to eat it at noon. There were enough beans in the kitchen to last until autumn, and he also had his own house and land, becoming a territorial citizen.

Now all that is left is a wife and children.

Ivan thought of his former sweetheart, a woman with children who was in the flesh business. He doesn't know if she is still there. If she is, he doesn't know if she is willing to marry him as his wife. He can raise that child as his eldest son and marry that child in the future.

Some of the planting land in Qingchuan has been reclaimed. Now there are ten pieces of land, half of which are planted with wheat, one-fifth with one kind of soybean, and one-fifth with vegetables and other seasoning plants. There is another area that is different, where some cotton is planted.

Near the residence of three families, there is a newly built windmill painted with colorful paint, like something out of a fairy tale world. When there was wind, the wind drove gears to grind flour, and when there was no wind, animals were used, which only required a small commission, such as a handful of beans, to help grind flour.

Next to the windmill is a mushroom-shaped red-roofed kiosk, which contains some basic daily necessities such as salt, soy sauce, vinegar and other seasonings, as well as different scattered seeds, as well as a small number of burlap, pottery and other items, and the prices are not high. , within the tolerance range.

This is a 'supply and marketing cooperative' specially opened for the residents.

During the beginning of spring, the three territorial residents exchanged their gold and silver for a little salt, a few pottery and a large jar of cheap soy sauce.