Without giving Song Zhang and his group any chance to rest, Qin Yao waved her hand and led them into her own mud field.
Let’s start by teaching how to pick rice seedlings.
The strong seedlings, which had grown to the height of a person's calf, were pulled out one by one, tied with straw ropes, placed on a winnowing basket, and carried away to the fields where they were to be planted.
The fields have been filled with water, ankle-deep, and natural fertilizers from farmers have been sprinkled in them.
The seedlings should be planted neatly, horizontally and vertically, in rows, ensuring a certain distance between them.
Song Zhang couldn't stand the constant lifting and bending of his waist.
Qin Yao didn't care about all that. After teaching, she stood on the shore to give instructions. She answered every question with a serious attitude and seemed to be extremely responsible.
Song Zhang: If I hadn’t just learned from the village chief that the field in front of us belonged to her.
It’s good to have more people. We finished planting five acres of land in less than an afternoon.
He led everyone to the river bank to wash their hands and feet, and let them go to Carpenter Liu's house with Liu Dafu to eat a farm meal. After a short rest, they started studying again.
Everyone came to the seedling nursery, where a large wooden board with a support was already standing there. Liu Gong and Qiu, the two first-generation seedling nurseries, were invited to come out. While Qin Yao was drawing, they were explaining, guiding everyone step by step on how to select and breed seeds.
This was really not something she was keeping to herself. Afraid that people would not be able to remember, Qin Yao gathered together the young men brought from various villages.
Each person was given a piece of wood and a red stone picked up from the river, and asked to copy the picture drawn on the large board and take it back with them.
"If we want to increase grain production, the key is to select and cultivate high-quality plants that are lodging-resistant, insect-resistant and high-yielding."
Qin Yao held a small wooden stick and pointed to the simple characteristic diagram of excellent varieties drawn on the large wooden board. "Before the harvest every year, everyone can carefully observe the rice in their own fields and select excellent plants that meet these characteristics for seed."
Qin Yao concluded: "Practice makes perfect. Even if generations of excellent rice varieties are cultivated, the results may not always be good. So I hope that after you go back, those who have the ability and conditions can try different combinations, draw conclusions, and summarize the best ones, so as to provide more reference results for the general public."
"Why are some pears bigger and sweeter, while others are small and astringent? We should actively explore these questions."
"God has given us such a rich and vast natural forest. We must not let God down because of laziness!"
Qin Yao put down the stick and bowed deeply to the people who were shocked and fascinated. "Thank you for listening to me patiently. I wish you all a great harvest next year!"
Qin Yao opened the kettle and took two gulps of boiled water to moisten her dry throat. She waved her hand and said, "It's over, let's adjourn the meeting!"
She took a long breath, picked up the kettle, stood up and prepared to leave. After taking two steps, she looked back and saw that everyone seemed to be frozen in time, staring blankly at the picture on the big wooden board and unable to recover.
Qin Yao's lips curled slightly, it was just a little scientific shock!
However, her level of skills can only shock ordinary people, so she'd better run away as soon as possible.
As the sky gradually darkens, there are still many villagers busy in the fields. They will not go home until it is completely dark.
The county magistrate has been watching the excitement for a long time, which has already wasted a lot of time. If he doesn't hurry up, the weather will not be so good in a few days.
"Butler Qin!"
Qin Yao was suddenly called by someone. She paused and looked back calmly.
Yin Le, who was wearing an apron, smiled and said, "I have learned eighty characters."
His eyes were as determined as if he was going to join the party, "I will definitely learn a thousand characters!"
Qin Yao turned around with a cold face and left.
I was screaming in my heart: How could she learn so fast? Who is giving her special treatment?
Soon, Qin Yao found the answer.
When she got home, Sanlang, who had just returned from school, immediately rushed over to greet her. He followed behind her and whispered, "Mother, I have a secret to tell you."
He has a lot of secrets, either his second brother stole the honey or his fourth mother quarreled with the teacher in class.
Qin Yao said "oh", washed her hands, wiped them clean, squatted down and asked, "What's the secret?"
Give him plenty of respect and show that she heard him.
Sanlang immediately stood on tiptoe and leaned close to her ear and said, "Uncle Awang borrowed a book from me, the Thousand Character Classic, and he gave it to Sister Yue Niang."
After saying that, the little guy didn't forget to add: "Mother, do you also think that Uncle Awang is not right?"
As soon as she heard the first half of the sentence, Qin Yao wondered suspiciously why Awang wanted to borrow a book.
He is literate and has no shortage of this Thousand Character Classic for enlightenment.
Unexpectedly, Saburo's next sentence soon answered her doubts.
Qin Yao frowned and looked around her yard. Awang was not there. There was some movement coming from the vegetable garden in the backyard. They must be tidying up the vegetable garden.
"Awang!"
Qin Yao yelled.
A response soon came from the backyard, "I'm in the vegetable garden."
He didn't even appear in front of me?
Qin Yao nodded heavily to Sanlang, "There is indeed something wrong with your Uncle Awang."
Sanlang looked like he was saying, "Right, I'll tell you what happened." He whispered, "Mother, don't say I said it. I'm not a bad kid who likes to tell tales."
After getting Qin Yao's nod of agreement, Sanlang happily ran out to play with his brothers and sisters.
He just stayed at home on purpose just to wait for A Niang to come back and tell her the little secret that Uncle Awang forbade him to tell A Niang.
Now that the mission is completed, you can go out and play with peace of mind.
Daddy once said that anyone who forbids him to tell Daddy and Mom about something is a bad person and is doing bad things, and he must tell Daddy and Mom about it!
Awang never expected that his master had dug such a big hole for him.
If he had known this earlier, he would not have warned Sanlang not to tell anyone.
It can't be concealed anyway, it's just a matter of being discovered earlier or later.
When Qin Yao got up and went to the main hall to get some tea, Awang came in after washing his hands, stood in front of her, and took the initiative to explain:
"Madam, you always say that people who love to learn should be encouraged, so I lent the book to Yin Le."
Everyone in the village calls her Yin Leyu Niang, because Yue Niang is easier to remember and pronounce, and people don't care what special meaning a name has.
Qin Yao narrowed her eyes, "Awang, there's something wrong with you."
Awang looked back at her with clear eyes and said seriously: "There is nothing wrong with me."
He didn't think there was anything wrong with borrowing books.
Instead, he said directly: "Madam, you think too much."
Meeting that pair of bright and upright black eyes, Qin Yao's heart sank. It was her! It was her heart that made everything she saw dirty!
But I still felt suspicious and asked again: "Are you two familiar with each other?"
Awang replied: "Normally."
Qin Yao: "What does 'generally' mean?" (End of this chapter)
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