However, a layer of anticipation had grown in her heart, like a layer of honey.
Seeing the faint hope on her eldest cousin's face, Qiao Lian'er sighed inwardly. Since ancient times, whether it was passing the imperial examination or making money in business, it was always about eliminating one's beloved first.
We can't tell Qiao Xier about this for now. Let her live her life in peace. Once we have clear evidence, we'll cut our losses quickly. It's better to end it sooner rather than later.
Today, the whole village knows that the Qiao family is collecting matsutake mushrooms.
Those who found termite mushrooms brought them directly to the Qiao family to sell.
By the end of the morning, we had collected twelve jin (approximately 6 catties) of the harvest.
At noon, the men who had gone to the fields returned one after another. Old Qiao the eldest and Old Qiao the second had a large bundle of firewood on their shoulders.
"That's strange. Last time we saw some pests, but today we didn't see a single one. We were too busy pulling weeds," Da Cheng said.
"Could it be that our family is starting to have good luck? Even the insects have stopped eating our wheat," Qiao Laosan muttered.
"Are there really no more pests?" Grandma Qiao was a little surprised. "That's impossible."
There are many pests affecting wheat, such as wheat aphids, wheat spider mites, and wheat midges. Because of these pests, the wheat harvest is only about half of what it appears to be. The yield was already low, and the ears of wheat were also eaten.
Their method of treating the pests is to sprinkle wood ash or ginger mustard water on them, but this only provides temporary relief, and the pests will return after a while.
"If you don't believe me, Mother, go and see. We saw a lot of bugs that fell on the ground, and they're all dead," said Old Qiao as he put the firewood into the woodshed.
Seeing that there were still two dishes that hadn't been cooked, Grandma Qiao really wanted to go and take a look.
When she returned, she was silent.
"Yes, how come these insects just died for no reason?"
To prevent pests, when they saw particularly damaged wheat plants, they not only used wood ash and mustard-ginger water, but also had to manually shake off the insects, which was very hard work.
When Grandma Qiao went to the field, she saw that all the wheat stalks were clean and tidy, and no wood ash, mustard, or ginger water had been used.
"Grandma, is there a serious pest problem in our rice paddies?" Qiao Lian'er suddenly asked.
"It's not as serious as wheat, but there are still pests, which cause a reduction in yield every year."
Qiao Lian'er said, "Da Yong, Da Cheng, after we finish eating, go and borrow a few watering cans, the bigger kind."
There's a small spray bottle at home used to spray ginger and mustard water. I spray it once, then sprinkle some wood ash on top, but one isn't enough.
"Lian'er, what do you need the watering can for?" Dayong asked.
"You'll know once we borrow it."
Grandma Qiao said disdainfully, "Just borrow the sickle when the sickle is told to, don't ask so many questions."
After dinner, Da Yong Da Cheng went to borrow a spray bottle.
Qiao Lian'er sat on the edge of the bed in the room and bought a bottle of all-purpose pesticide with gold coins.
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