Chapter 100 There is something strange in the ground
Although Xiao Nuobao strongly refused, Sun Chunxue finally made two small flowery clothes.
One of them had a cross collar, the stitches were crooked, and the red material was embroidered with the words "Fu Lu Shou".
When he put it on, he looked like a little old man. Xiao Nuobao was so embarrassed that he cried, rolled on the kang, and refused to put the clothes into his suitcase.
Feng had no choice but to give it to Li Qiqiao: "This material is not cheap. After all, it was made by the eldest daughter-in-law. Don't waste it. Wait until Chun Ge grows up and leave it for him to wear."
"He's just a boy anyway, it doesn't matter what he wears." Li Qiqiao was also dazzled by the ugliness and kept responding to her mother-in-law.
Xiao Nuobao looked at Chun Ge'er with sympathy.
Poor little nephew.
Before he was even a little kid, he had to help his aunt with her ugly clothes.
After dinner, little Nuobao lay in his mother's arms, twiddling his toes and counting where Old Song was.
Feng Miao wanted to hide away when his mother wasn't paying attention, but Li Qiqiao grabbed his hand and dragged him to the school.
The children in the school have had a hard time these days.
It was because of little Feng Miao.
Ever since they heard that Feng Miao could help with the family's accounting, the villagers thought that Zhang Xiucai could teach them, and they went home to test their children.
Some children couldn't even count the ten toes, so how could they cope with it?
Everyone thought that the children were just playing around and not studying hard. As a result, Wangfu was beaten by the village chief early in the morning because he did not calculate the money for grandma's cigarettes. His butt is still sore.
When Li Qiqiao went over, she saw the children with drooping faces, wishing they could shrink their heads into their necks.
The adults were leaning against the windows of the school, staring at the children studying. Li Qiqiao couldn't help laughing, and hurried back to ask her family to be more low-key.
After all, not everyone has the talent for accounting, so as not to let the children in the village suffer.
Now that spring is warm and the flowers are blooming, work in the fields is the top priority.
The adults can't always watch in the school, so when the morning mist dissipates, they carry hoes and shovels and go to the fields.
The Jiang family also has to be busy with spring planting.
Now the land of the first and second houses has all belonged to the family, adding up to 90 acres, so naturally the work has to start early.
But unlike growing grain in the past, this year the Jiang family has another important task, which is to grow Persian radishes for Master Han.
Mrs. Feng took out the seeds from the cellar: "These are the radish seeds that Master Han Shang gave us last winter. Fortunately, mother stored them well, and they didn't freeze or get damp."
Jiang Fengnian walked over and said, "Mom, this is the first year we've planted Persian radishes. I don't know how much we can get. Don't plant them badly and let the land go to waste. We shouldn't plant all 90 acres of land with this." Mrs.
Feng nodded . "Of course not all of them. Mother has already told Mr. Han that we will only plant 20 mu of this this year, and we will continue to grow grain for the rest."
After saying this, she remembered the price of the Persian radish and laughed again: "If the planting is good this year, we will plant another 30 to 50 mu next year."
After all, Han Shang is a royal merchant, and the price he offers for the Persian radish is also very high.
It is much more cost-effective than growing grain.
Although the Jiang family has Fushantang, the farmers rely on the land, and they are always thinking about how to use the land to make more money.
So, under the command of Feng, the Jiang family began the spring planting of the new year.
From morning till sunset, the whole family was busy and sweaty, but they were full of fulfillment.
After working for half a month, they finally planted all the seeds of Persian radish in the ground.
But soon, something difficult happened to the whole village!
It hadn't rained since the beginning of spring, and the water stored in the village wells and ponds was almost used up.
Jiang Fengnian stood there with his head down, looked up at the sun, and then looked at his own field that had not been watered thoroughly.
He couldn't help but sigh silently.
The land next to it belongs to the village chief, who also smoked non-stop: "I thought that the heavy snowfall last winter was a good sign and that there would be no drought this year. But now there is no rain. How can we farmers survive?"
The rain is insufficient.
The wells and ditches are very dry.
Even if the villagers are willing to endure hardships and carry water to irrigate the land, the village wells can't bear it. There is not enough water at all.
Jiang Fengnian wiped the sweat from his forehead and said anxiously: "Uncle village chief, you are an experienced person. In your opinion, this year will not be... another drought year."
As soon as he said this, the villagers around him looked over here, with worried faces.
The village chief already had the answer in his heart.
He was afraid of disappointing everyone, so he said nothing, but sighed and patted Fengnian on the shoulder.
Everyone knew what was going on.
The whole Daliu Village was soon covered with a gloomy shadow.
In the evening, right after dinner, Jiang Fengnian and Jiang Fenghu didn't even take a break. They took their buckets and rushed to the village well to line up for water.
Li Qiqiao grumbled uncomfortably, "The well water is almost gone. It's good enough to get half a bucket at a time. We have been fetching for two days and have only irrigated two acres of land. If we want to irrigate all ninety acres, I'm afraid even ten more village wells won't be enough."
Besides, people also need to drink the water in the well.
If it really runs dry, it will be more troublesome than the dry land.
Feng touched her son's sunburned face and said helplessly, "Let's fight first, there's no other way."
Hearing this, Xiao Nuobao felt sorry for her two brothers. She supported her little body and sat on the windowsill, glancing at the clear sky.
She saw that the clouds were not rippling at all. Looking closely, she had a bad feeling.
Not to mention this month.
Even next month, it is estimated that it will hardly rain.
Xiao Nuobao frowned, and it can be seen that this drought is not natural, but caused by the punishment of heaven.
The old emperor of Nanji has been incompetent for many years, allowing treacherous people in the court to run rampant, harming loyal ministers and generals, and bullying people everywhere. He has been punished by heaven.
As long as the punishment of heaven continues and the country's destiny does not change, it will be difficult for the rain to fall.
Little Nuobao felt mixed emotions.
Even if she could see through the secret, it was related to the imperial court. She was living in a small village now, and it was probably difficult to change for a while.
The only thing that could comfort Nuobao was that among her offerings, there was a large water basin, which was full of clean water offered by thousands of believers every day, which was enough to water her own land.
At night, little Nuobao got busy. She slowly transferred water to the land. When all ninety acres were watered, the little girl was so tired that she fell asleep.
The next morning, Jiang Fengnian and his friends rushed to the field with buckets of water. They
saw that the originally dry land was now damp, and water could be stepped on.
Jiang Fengnian was so shocked that his jaw dropped.
He rubbed his eyes desperately.
Wait, is he seeing things?
Why is the land so wet? Did it rain at night?
But when he looked at the village chief's land, it was still dry and hard. Jiang Fengnian shook his head again and denied the idea of rain.
"What's going on with our land?" Jiang Fengnian was already afraid to breathe.
He was afraid that if he took a breath, the water in the land would disappear.
Jiang Fenghu's face turned pale and he was speechless: "Brother, this... can't be, did someone help us water the land?"
The two brothers couldn't figure it out, but they were really excited, and they were just about to wave their fists and shout.
They dropped their shoulder poles and buckets and ran home desperately to report the good news!
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