Han Zeyu had never farmed before. Wood-type mutants don't need any skills to grow plants. They rely on their supernatural powers, which is of no reference value in this era.
The few skills he knew were just the basics at the beginning of the apocalypse.
The original person rarely went to the fields to work. During the busy farming season, he would be responsible for washing clothes and cooking at home, and looking after his younger brothers and sisters.
Han Cheng is a good farmer. Seeing that the children were interested in this, he taught them his planting experience without reservation.
Su Shien wrote furiously. This was a matter of people's livelihood, so he listened very carefully. Reading thousands of books is not as good as traveling thousands of miles. No matter how solid his theoretical knowledge was, it was useless because it was just empty talk after all.
Han Zeyu added: "This is called combining theory with practice. Only practice can bring true knowledge."
Wow~ These two sentences are very profound. He has to write them down. He is worthy of being his little husband. Although he often says shocking things, he also has some wonderful words.
In short, her husband is quite normal when he is not driving fast.
Han Cheng also picked some yellow rice and personally demonstrated the harvesting process to them. The couple also tried it.
Han Zeyu took advantage of the situation and reached out to touch a rice plant that was still a little green. He input a small amount of supernatural power, and then the roots of the plant seemed to be spit out by the soil, and he could pull it out by the roots with just a lift.
Han Cheng then noticed Yu Ge'er's behavior and helplessly taught him a lesson: "You are quite strong, kid. When harvesting rice, you have to harvest the stalks on the ground together. The heads and roots must be left in the ground. This will improve the fertility of the soil."
Han Zeyu said he learned his lesson. He just wanted to give it a try, but it turned out that the harvesting method of the end times was not suitable here. He still had to think of other methods.
Han Cheng walked back with his two children. They harvested a small basket of rice today. They had to dry it in the sun before putting it into the stone mill to remove the husks.
Han Zeyu looked around and suddenly saw a familiar figure. He approached his father and asked, "Isn't that Zhao Xun? Did the village give him some land?"
Han Cheng glanced at the dark and thin child and shook his head.
"It wasn't officially allocated to him. The kid cleared half an acre of wasteland himself. The village chief thought he would be old enough to get land in a year or so, so he gave it to him to cultivate, saying it would still be enough for half the season so he could grow some vegetables for himself."
Han Zeyu was surprised. Doesn’t anyone else in the village have any objection?
Han Cheng pondered, "What a coincidence! On the morning before your wedding, Ergou went to Zhao Xun's house for some unknown reason and howled out of fright. An early water carrier passed by and said he saw Ergou trample a crow to death. Crows are considered unlucky, so Ergou went around telling people that the crow had crashed itself to death against the Zhao family's wall, and that there was blood on the wall. He must have witnessed that scene and been frightened, so he howled out."
There was actually someone who was so trusting that he took advantage of Zhao Xun being out and jumped into his yard to check, and said that there was really blood on the wall.
Ergouzi also tried hard to explain that if he had really stepped on the crow to death, the blood would not have been stuck to the wall, and he was truly innocent.
As for the incident of him climbing over someone else's wall early in the morning, no one asked any further questions because everyone knew Ergou's character and they all tacitly assumed that he had fallen into his old dirty ways again.
But the Zhao family is so poor that a mouse would come out crying after going in for a walk. It perfectly shows what it means to have nothing in the house. What could there be to steal in their house? It's impossible that they would steal people, right?
After listening to his father's story, Han Zeyu recalled Zhao Xun's appearance. What impressed him most was his dark skin and skinny body, which should not attract the attention of a pervert.
But that Er Gouzi definitely didn't have any good intentions.
The crow crashed into Zhao Xun's house and died, as if indirectly confirming that the child was indeed unlucky.
But apart from killing his relatives, he didn't cause any trouble to others. After all, he was just a child from the village. Most people in Yunshan Village were not bad. They just stayed away from him, and no one really persecuted him.
The village chief thought that since it was the wasteland he had reclaimed, he would give it to him to farm, and no one else would have any objection.
The crow that Han Zeyu smashed to death to prove his strength was actually made good use of by this guy. He is indeed a smart guy.
In order to express his deep sympathy, Han Zeyu took advantage of the afternoon when everyone was taking a lunch break at home and climbed over the wall of Zhao Xun's house. However, the wall was indeed a bit low, only about 1.3 meters high, so there was no privacy at all.
Han Zeyu was itching to do something, so he kindly used his supernatural powers to renovate the wall of Zhao Xun's house.
When Zhao Xun was carrying a bundle of firewood back home, he found a man standing stealthily outside his courtyard wall, standing on tiptoe, fiddling with something.
Zhao Xun pulled out a branch and was about to hit the man when he turned around and waved at him.
Looking closely, isn’t it Brother Han? What is he doing here?
Han Zeyu pushed the door open and walked into the courtyard, greeting him as if he were the host. "What are you standing there for? Come in and sit down!"
Only then did Zhao Xun notice that the wall of his house had become as high as the gate.
Han Zeyu put his hands on his hips and said proudly, "These are all the results of my hard work. What do you think? I'm awesome, right? But you don't have to be too grateful to me. Come catch fish with me later. I'll give you one as payment, and the rest will be mine."
Zhao Xun carefully observed the wall. It had indeed been newly raised, and the soil hadn't dried yet! But what was that thing stuck on the top of the wall?
Dark brown, pointed fragments were stuck in the wet soil. But where did these fragments come from?
"Brother Han, did you smash the broken jar under the eaves?"
"Yeah, it's already so broken, so I just made use of it."
Zhao Xun said awkwardly, "That, that's actually the pot I use for cooking."
Han Zeyu was shocked. It wasn't a barbecue on a stone slab. How could the remains of a broken water tank be used for cooking?
Seeing that he didn't believe it, Zhao Xun went to rummage under the eaves again, found a similar piece of debris, gestured with it, and placed it on the pile of stones. This was the simple stove in his house.
Han Zeyu saw him neatly complete a minimalist stove, blinked, and thought to himself, oh no, he seemed to have really smashed someone's wok. This is ridiculous. He meant well but ended up doing something bad.
"We'll meet up by the river later, at the same place as before."
After quickly explaining the meeting place, Han Zeyu took the broken pieces of the water tank in front of the child and said without feeling guilty, "I'll take it home and try it out. It looks like it should be useful."
Zhao Xun watched helplessly as Brother Han took away the only two "woks" in his family without mentioning when they would be returned.
He sighed deeply. If you are thick-skinned, you can’t eat enough. If you are thin-skinned, you can’t eat anything. Otherwise, how could others live a good life?
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