Bottles for storing pesticides didn't exist in ancient times, so Qiao Lian'er found a small earthenware bottle and poured all the pesticides into it.
The pungent smell made her wrinkle her nose and hold her breath.
After she finished pouring, she quickly sealed the mouth of the earthenware bottle. She smelled it again, and it was enough to cause poisoning.
The wheat is ready for harvest, but much of it has been eaten, so there's little point in trying to salvage it now.
However, when the rice is still heading, it will gradually begin to mature a month later. Applying these pesticides can significantly increase the yield.
"Lian'er, we've borrowed the watering cans. We've borrowed the biggest ones in the village," Da Yong's voice rang out from outside.
Qiao Lian'er carried the ceramic bottle outside.
I looked at those spray bottles; they had pressing mechanisms, much cruder than modern ones, but they were still usable.
Yesterday she sprayed the wheat ears with a spray bottle from her spatial storage, which was very efficient, but if she took it out, people would probably call her a monster.
"Okay, everyone, let's go down to the rice paddies now," Qiao Lian'er said.
"Bring all the buckets from home too."
"Let's go down to the rice paddies," Grandma Qiao continued. Whatever Lian'er said was law; Lian'er's words were the most reliable.
Although she was also curious about what Lian'er was going to do, she would find out when the time came.
People from all over the house took their spray bottles and buckets and went down to the riverbank.
The Qiao family owned a total of twenty mu of paddy fields. The tax was light this year, and after paying the grain tax, there was more than enough food to feed the family of more than ten people. However, because the land was all next to the river and the terrain was flat, it could not withstand the flood. When the flood came, the harvest was reduced by more than half.
These paddy fields have become a dilemma; planting them is problematic, but not planting them is also problematic.
If the paddy fields remain intact, the Qiao family can save up some money by hunting.
Looking out, the rice paddies are lush and green, and a breeze carries a sweet fragrance that is refreshing and invigorating. Taking a deep breath, one feels much more comfortable throughout the body.
However, the Qiao family members were not very happy. The Qiao family's paddy fields were originally fertile, and the water flow and sediment brought a layer of sandy soil with good permeability. The rice grew well on the two layers of soil, but they were ravaged by the flood.
Although the bridge is under construction, this anxiety has become a psychological habit for them.
Qiao Lian'er had the men in her family fetch water from the river, then opened the mouths of the earthenware jars and poured a certain amount of pesticide into each bucket of water according to the prescribed ratio.
"Lian'er, what's this?" Old Mrs. Qiao smelled an unpleasant odor and became somewhat wary, as if it smelled harmful.
"Milk, this is pesticide, specially used to kill insects on rice."
"This stuff can kill bugs. How does it compare to ginger and mustard water?"
Grandma Qiao became interested as soon as she heard this. Sure enough, Lian'er calling everyone down was no small matter, as rice was the lifeblood of farmers.
"It works much better and is effective immediately."
Qiao Lian'er mixed the ingredients evenly, then scooped a ladleful into the spray bottle.
Then, she found a rice plant that was severely infested with pests and sprayed pesticide on it.
You can see that the rice planthoppers on the rice leaves and the rice stem borers on the rice ears have stopped eating, struggled a few times, and then fell down and died cleanly.
These ancient insects have not been exposed to pesticides and have not developed resistance, so these conventional universal pesticides are extremely effective against them.
The Qiao family members all craned their necks to look, and they were all stunned.
The effect is too obvious, too terrifying.
When they sprinkle ginger and mustard water on the rice plants, only some die; a significant portion survive. Sometimes, they even try to uproot the entire rice stalk.
"Lian'er, where did you get such a useful medicine?" Boss Qiao exclaimed in surprise.
"I bought it from a barefoot doctor in town. I was just trying it out yesterday, but it unexpectedly killed all the bugs on the wheat." Qiao Lian'er had already prepared an excuse.
Da Cheng: "So the insects on those wheat plants were removed with sickles."
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