In the acre of land that was replenished with snow first, all the snow had melted into water and replenished the land.
Qiao Xuejun walked over, squatted down, reached out and grabbed a handful of soil, squeezed it, and then let go. The soil that had originally clumps together fell to the ground and gently dispersed.
She stood up: "Okay."
Tang Qinghao watched the whole process again and asked in confusion: "Why do you have to knead mud?"
Qiao Xuejun: "With this force, it can be kneaded into a ball, but it will fall apart when it hits the ground. The water content is about 60 percent." It is just the right amount of water for this stage.
Tang Qinghao felt strange. He ran to the last acre of land, but the snow on that acre of land had not melted yet and water had not been replenished into the land.
He reached in and picked up a handful of soil, holding it in his hand.
But the soil here was not kneaded into a ball like Qiao Xuejun had kneaded before, it was still soft.
So this is because the water content is insufficient and it cannot form a clumping mass.
Tang Qinghao felt quite convinced. This was indeed the same as what Qiao Xuejun said. This was based on experience. It seemed that she was really capable.
Qiao Xuejun patted the dirt off his hands.
Jin Yiyun pounded his neck and shoulders: "Teacher Qiao, shall we go eat?"
After finishing their morning work, they locked the door of the experimental field and went to the base canteen for lunch.
It was dinner time, and it felt quite lively as soon as I walked in, with people chatting and eating.
Qiao Xuejun and others also went to the window to get their meals.
Military rations, fish soup, potato pancakes.
There are only these three, and Uncle Zhang will make them over and over again, such as mashed potatoes, potato slice soup, potato balls, potato flour. Steamed fish, fish soup, fish balls, change.
There would not be pumpkin soup in ordinary cafeterias. Pumpkin soup was quite rare. The amount given at the beginning was enough for the warriors' regiment for one year. They would occasionally take it out to subsidize one meal for everyone, every now and then.
However, there will be lots of pumpkins soon.
Three months had passed, and the 40 million kilograms of grain that the system mentioned could all be cashed out. Potatoes, pumpkins, corn, and other basic grain crops that she had grown were all available for her to choose from.
She had also planted cabbage, tomatoes, and mushrooms, but the total quota for these was only 100,000 kilograms, which was a limited quantity. Because they were vegetables, not basic food crops, she couldn't just choose them.
However, these are enough.
Pick out some of these things in the next two days and give them to Uncle Zhang. He will definitely be able to put them to good use.
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"I'm so tired. We have finally finished repairing more than half of the stone wall. It has been a month."
Qiao Xuejun heard the survivor who was also eating at the table next to her talking, and his tone was very tired.
Another person said, "Yeah, it will probably take another month. I want to finish it sooner so I can rest earlier."
Repairing stone walls is indeed a very hard and tiring job.
"It's not bad actually," the man said again, "We are repairing the city wall now, and the food quota is doubled. We eat very well. We can also try pumpkin soup occasionally."
Qiao Xuejun looked over there and saw that there was obviously more food on their plates.
The man smacked his lips and took a sip of the fish soup. "Don't be ridiculous. Our canteen is really awesome. Even such a disgusting fish can taste like this. It's quite fragrant. I also used mutant pomfret when I went back, but it didn't taste like this either. It was just sour and smelly."
"Me too."
"But I always eat the same thing over and over again, and I always get tired of it. It would be nice to have something else."
"The back hill is not used for farming, but for wheat and rapeseed! Wheat can be ground into flour, rapeseed can be pressed into oil, and it can also be used for frying and stir-frying. It will be great when the time comes."
Another person shook his head: "The land is too small. I'm afraid it won't be our turn even if we grow the crops."
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