Hearing how much the Fourth Village Chief valued this land, Mo Lan understood that perhaps the village's past life had been too hard, leaving the Fourth Village Chief with psychological trauma.
As the chieftain, she was responsible for the village's food and drink, and it's understandable that she felt burdened by being watched by so many eyes every day. Otherwise, her father wouldn't have secretly gone to Ye County to work and supplement the village's expenses.
Mo Lan looked at the field, hesitated for a moment, and then gave her suggestion, "Fourth Uncle, the sweet potatoes and sorghum here will be ready for harvest in another month. After the harvest, have someone turn the soil over again and then plant winter wheat."
"Winter wheat?" The fourth chieftain looked at Mo Lan, then turned to look at the vast fields in front of him. Uncle Chen had said yesterday that the fields should be left to rest so that spring wheat could be planted next year.
"Uncle, don't be surprised. I spent a few days in Ye County and met a grain caravan. They told me that as long as you control the timing, the fields can produce two or even three crops a year, and winter wheat is one of them."
As Mo Lan spoke, seeing her fourth uncle's surprised expression, she explained everything she knew to him in as much detail as possible. Although she hadn't farmed much, as a transmigrator, these were just common sense.
As the fourth chieftain listened to Mo Lan's explanation, his eyes grew brighter and brighter. "Is that really what they said? If the land can really be recycled, as long as we work hard enough, we won't have to worry about food in the future."
"Fourth Uncle is right. As long as we work hard enough, we won't go hungry."
Mo Lan looked at the light in the eyes of the fourth chieftain and felt complicated. Survival in chaotic times is not easy, and it is really difficult for a few mountain bandits to support their families without robbing and looting.
"I'll go to Ye County again in the next couple of days to buy some seeds. Whether what they say is true or false, it's always good to give it a try. As long as the seedlings can survive the winter, it will prove that our experiment has been a success."
"Lan is right. Anyway, the fields are idle in winter, so there's no harm in giving it a try."
If they actually survive, the future harvest will be unimaginable. It's worth the gamble, even if it means wasting a whole year, let alone a winter.
This is a great thing for future generations, there's no need to hesitate.
Looking at the excited expressions of the four leaders, Mo Lan couldn't help but sigh inwardly. She hadn't expected the leaders of Qinglong Village to be so open-minded and so capable of accepting new things.
Furthermore, they don't mind getting involved too much at all; indeed, living with a bunch of weirdos is much more convenient.
After conveying her thoughts, Mo Lan went straight back to Qinglong Village. Some things are better done sooner rather than later, and she needed to prepare the seeds in advance.
During dinner, Mo Lan couldn't help but glance at the interaction between Hua Fengyu and Karen a few more times. It seemed that their relationship had progressed by leaps and bounds after just one day apart.
When they moved to the side hall to have tea, Mo Lan glanced at Hua Fengyu and couldn't help but tease him.
"When I left this morning, my brother was acting like he barely paid any attention to Karen. How did he change so quickly?"
"Cough~, no, I just felt a little sorry for him." He even had the nerve to say he was the chief's son, being chased like a stray dog.
pity?
Mo Lan looked at her older brother. Did this sensitive and suspicious young man also harbor a deep sense of compassion?
From the very first glance, she knew this child was a dark horse!
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