As instructed by Mo Lan, the fourth chieftain had led his men to re-fertilize the fields and then turn them over again. The entire field was divided into neat and tidy plots.
Mo Lan carried a simple wooden seeder to the field and demonstrated it to everyone. "This is where you put the seeds, these are the markings to adjust the seeding rate, and the middle is where you put the ox, but you can also use manpower. Just control the direction and keep it balanced, like this..."
Mo Lan explained and demonstrated to everyone until they fully understood before letting go.
After that, all she had left to do was observe.
Uncle Chen was the helmsman and got the hang of it quickly. Before the broadcast was even finished, he had grasped the essentials. From then on, they didn't need Mo Lan to say anything at all; they learned it on their own without any instruction.
Having talent makes all the difference.
Mo Lan awkwardly touched her nose. Well, she was only good at theoretical knowledge. Everyone else was an expert in farming. All she had to do was lead them in.
"Haha... Lan girl, you're really something, you even managed to make a seed planter like this."
The fourth chieftain stood smiling at the edge of the field. Since acquiring these fields, he had never left, devoting himself entirely to farming.
"As long as Fourth Uncle likes it." What can she do when she encounters someone who loves farming?
"Lan girl, are these seedlings really not afraid of winter?" The fourth chieftain was still unsure, after all, he was heartbroken to have wasted so many seeds.
"When it snows, the seedlings will turn yellow to some extent, but they are also in a dormant state and will turn green again after spring."
Wheat seedlings are not afraid of the cold. As long as there is no extreme weather, there will be big problems. As the old saying goes, if the wheat is covered with three layers of snow this year, you will sleep on a pillow of steamed buns next year.
Surely it's not just talk, right?
With Mo Lan's assurance, the Fourth Chief felt a little more at ease.
Afterwards, Mo Lan gave instructions on irrigation precautions and returned to the mountain stronghold to continue improving her coal mining cart.
Busy days always pass quickly, and in the blink of an eye, two years have gone by.
Two years is enough time for Qinglong Village to undergo tremendous changes.
Under the pomegranate tree in the backyard, a lazy figure leaned against the chaise lounge, squinting at the pomegranate blossoms overhead, enjoying the warm afternoon sun.
The warm sunlight shines through the leaves, making you want to drift off to sleep.
"Master, if you are sleepy, why don't you go back to your room and take a nap? Although it is already the end of April, it is still a bit chilly."
As they were talking, Han Shuang, dressed in white, walked over carrying a tray with several account books on it.
After recovering from her injuries, Han Shuang disappeared for a period of time. When she returned, she refused to leave again and immediately recognized Mo Lan as her master, vowing to repay her life-saving grace for the rest of her life.
Mo Lan didn't expect her to repay anything, so she ignored her at first. But the girl followed her around all day without saying a word, never leaving her side. In the end, Mo Lan had no choice but to keep her here after three months.
Unexpectedly, Han Shuang turned out to be a genius at accounting; no account was a problem for her.
We really struck gold!
From then on, Mo Lan handed over all the accounts to her, completely freeing herself up.
Otherwise, where would such a leisurely moment come from?
"Master, these are the accounts from the previous quarter for each department. I have already checked them and there are no major problems. Please review them and sign to confirm." Han Shuang looked at her lazy master and spoke calmly.
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