Chapter 37 (Two Updates in One)
Moose weigh a hundred to two hundred pounds more than the average ox, and those two massive tree forks on their heads aren't exactly a good look. Villagers used to avoid them cautiously when they saw them in the pine forest, knowing that while they might appear peaceful, provoking them can be more terrifying than being gored by a bull.
A while ago, when we were troubled by sparrows and pheasants stealing our seedlings, everyone was saying, "Thank goodness we didn't lure the moose down here, otherwise the losses would have been devastating." Moose have big appetites, and they not only eat leaves and shrubs, they also love to eat crops and seedlings. One moose can wipe out a whole area.
The old Party Secretary watched Lin Xinghuo's bobcat perched on the head of the deer, followed by a dozen or so members of the herd, neatly arranged in a straight line. He swallowed, his hands numb. "This is a big animal, yes! Taller and stronger than an ox! Could it really help plow the fields?"
The team leader had a blind trust in Lin Xinghuo. His first reaction upon seeing this line of moose was joy. "My mother said she saw the Ewenki people using reindeer to carry things when she was a child. These moose must be even stronger than reindeer, right?"
It's big, of course! The old Party Secretary watched the approaching moose, a head taller than Huang Dazhuang, and thought to himself, "This creature has virtually no rivals except for tigers. Even wolves and blind bears don't dare mess with a bull moose. If you piss this moose off, it won't fight you for real. It won't charge with its antlers, just a kick from its long hooves would be enough to give you, Huang Dazhuang, a hard time!"
The old man's eyesight was really good. Huang Dazhuang's attention was all on the moose's big bodies, which were stronger than those of cows, but the old branch secretary immediately noticed the moose's flexible thin legs and sharp hooves.
Lin Xinghuo, carrying the basket on his back, followed the last moose with Huahua. He was worried Huahua would get ahead and scare the villagers. Secondly, the fox cubs were getting smarter. That morning, the caracal had teased Huahua, and now they were actively feeding her. They gave Huahua several of the mushroom-shaped steamed buns Lin Xinghuo had made with magical rice.
The fox, stepping on its siblings, clung to the edge of the basket, whimpering at Huahua twice before tossing a steamed bun of sweet rice. Huahua lifted her head to catch it, and it landed squarely in the tiger's mouth. As the bun slid down, the tiger's majestic eyes narrowed, resembling a giant cat. Lin Xinghuo reached out and rubbed Huahua's head, ignoring the sullen gaze from the caracal in front of him.
The caracal wanted to leap up and strike the stinking tiger, its claws extended, but it glanced at Lin Xinghuo and retracted them. Not only did it hide its sharp claws, it also quietly corrected its squatting posture, huddling its furry paws together and sitting upright, looking incredibly obedient.
Lin Xinghuo caught a glimpse of it out of the corner of his eye, and without even turning his head towards it, he took Huahua and went straight to the old branch secretary and the others. The twelve stags gathered together and stopped their hooves in a well-trained manner.
"Tiger!" Huang Dazhuang exclaimed in amazement. "Wow, is this the one we encountered during last autumn's hunt? How come it seems to have grown a lot bigger?"
The old branch secretary was very calm at this time. If he could pull a moose like an ox or a horse, what was a tiger coming down from the mountain?
It turns out that tigers don’t just come down the mountain casually. This is even more useful than a cow’s nose ring!
The members of the cooperative were trembling with fear. After they finally put the plow harness on the moose, the old farmers looked at the old branch secretary and asked: How do we drive the moose?
There was a bull whip on their waist, but no one dared to pull it out. The deer looked bad-tempered and might be kicked away by a hoof.
When Huahua saw that the plow was ready, he roared like a tiger to the sky, and the moose automatically dragged the plow forward. The land they plowed was fast and straight.
"Hey!" Old Man Cen slapped his thigh and yelled, "What are you standing there for? Hold on to the plow pole! Hold on, it's five inches deeper!"
Everyone suddenly realized what was going on and rushed to help, and indeed, the deep soil was turned over.
Lin Xinghuo: "..." I learned that. It turns out you need to hold the plow.
"Okay, okay, okay! The plow is so deep, I think just turning it over twice will do it!" An old farmer put his hand into the mud covered by the plow and probed. The first time was to turn the soil deeply, and the second time was to turn the fertilizer into the soil.
The moose were clearing the land in front, and the members behind them were divided into two groups. One group took hoes and rakes to break up the big clods and rake the land flat. The other group, mostly women and the elderly, followed behind and used wheelbarrows to evenly spread wood ash and humus soil dug from the slope on the land.
Even if the land created in this way wasn't as good as the good farmland that had been cultivated for years, it wasn't a complete waste. How much wasteland to reclaim and how to manage it were all decided by a vote of all members. Everyone said, "The land is the most honest old friend. If you fool it, it will fool you! Since we're going to reclaim wasteland, let's do it well!"
Lin Xinghuo handed the task of making brown sugar medicinal tea to Grandma Wei, and she also learned from the old farmers - having spiritual power does not mean everything will be fine, she still has a lot to learn about farming!
In just half a day, Lin Xinghuo learned quite a bit: For example, the rice fields need to be baked during the late tillering phase. This means not only should watering be avoided but the water should also be drained. Allowing the fields to dry out prevents the growth of unproductive ears, which would otherwise take nutrients away from the good ones. Another example is the need for adequate water and fertilizer before jointing and heading, and the need for proper drainage and baking during heading and flowering.
The old farmers knew all about this like the back of their hands. While working, they taught Lin Xinghuo all their unique skills: "Nothing remains unchanged. Rice has its own temperament. Different varieties have different conditions in different years. You have to use your eyes, hands and brain to figure it out. Only when you get the pulse right can you get a high yield." Lin Xinghuo was fascinated by what he heard. He thought of the magical rice seeds that were soaking in the Banpo Mountain Residence in Nanshan, and he wanted to put them into practice right away.
The caracal squatted diligently on the moose's head and led several ridges of land, but not only did it not receive any praise from its humans... Never mind, let's not talk about praise, as long as they stopped being angry - but not only did they not forgive it, even the occasional glances of care disappeared!
The caracal leaped angrily from the deer's head, its short legs digging holes in the freshly plowed earth as it ran towards them. Lin Xinghuo caught sight of this and couldn't help but smile. The caracal's tense body relaxed, and it nudged its head against the human's leg in a flattering gesture. Its large tail hooked around his ankle, and it followed Lin Xinghuo closely.
What else could Lin Xinghuo do? He tapped the caracal's head and whispered, "Don't tease the tiger and the fox like that next time." Then he picked up the caracal and put it into the basket behind him.
As the caracal entered the basket, the three fox cubs crowded in to rub against it. The old caracal swayed a bit, then licked each one of them in a good mood. As expected, the cubs of their parents resembled each other. The caracal felt that the fox cubs' forgiving nature was very similar to Lin Xinghuo's.
"What's that, huhehe?" asked the young man who had taken his turn to help with the plow. "Auntie, why don't you take a break?"
Lin Xinghuo shook his head and quickened his pace. The moose were clearly pulling the plow faster. The moose he was supporting was especially relaxed, evident in its eyes.
"Hey, no! It's too fast!" A row of plowmen called out to Lin Xinghuo, "We can't keep up!"
"Why is it so fast all of a sudden?"
"Exactly? How can you hold the plow if you can't keep up?"
Not only is it difficult to hold on, but if you run too fast you might fall, and if you fall on the plow you might get injured.
Huahua, who had been lying on the edge of the field to bask in the sun, roared, and the moose stopped obediently.
The caracal climbed out of the basket, swept its tail at Lin Xinghuo, and automatically jumped onto the deer's back to continue commanding the speed.
Lin Xinghuo saw the muscles on the deer's back suddenly tense, so tight that they could be seen clearly through the skin.
The captain patted the moose and said, "Good buddy, relax a bit." It must be tiring to work so tensely! These big guys don't have it easy either.
Lin Xinghuo stretched out his arms and fished the moose back. Sure enough, the moose's shoulder bones slowly stretched out from the bucket.
What should we do? The man and the moose exchanged glances. The moose was helpless. Given its level, ordinary beasts would naturally be afraid. This was already the result of its best efforts to restrain itself. Otherwise, all the moose would have been lying on the ground at this moment.
The old branch secretary came up with a bag of wood ash and said, "Da Zhuang, go to Jinjia Yao and borrow their five-furrow plow." A five-furrow plow is a plow pulled by a tractor, and one plow can handle five plowshares. There are no tractors in Buxian Village, but Jinjia Yao Commune has two. The old branch secretary has always been ambitious. He heard that Jinjia Yao had no diesel to feed the tractors, so wouldn't the two heavy five-furrow plows be idle?
The old man was afraid that one moose would get tired pulling the five-share plow, so he thought these moose were so obedient that he would just have two or three of them pull together and then take turns to rest.
"Let these big brothers take a break!" Grandma Wei led the logistics team over: "We have picked a lot of tender leaves and some corn leaves. See if you want to eat them?" The men and women in the field laughed so hard that they couldn't straighten their backs. What Grandma Wei said means that moose are our big brothers?
The corn leaves are not yet aging, so why are you picking them?
Grandma Wei pointed at the old branch secretary and said that it was he who gave it.
The old branch secretary spread the wood ash in his apron evenly on the ground and said, "Xiao Lin helped us copy a book from the county library. It was proposed by a researcher who specializes in corn. It's called...what's the idea? I discussed it with several veterans from the production assault team and decided to use five acres of land to try out his method to see if it can really increase production. To what extent can it be increased?" To be on the safe side, they specifically told the children to pick less and to pick up old leaves that couldn't be exposed to the sun and cut them carefully.
Grandma Wei said cheerfully, "This job finally keeps the little ones occupied. Otherwise, they would have to dig ditches with the adults one by one, and would be so tired that they wouldn't grow any taller. What would we do?"
The logistics support team, consisting of a group of old ladies with bound feet, was very attentive. The moose put its head into the wheelbarrow and ate with gusto.
The old farmers who also took a break surrounded the deer herd and watched the moose eating leaves. There was love in their eyes, and they patted the bulging tendons of the moose from time to time, which was very rare.
Lin Xinghuo then realized that the old breeder, Uncle Huang San, was also there. As he watched the moose eat, the old man said to the others, "These big guys are very picky eaters. They eat leaves and moss but not grass. Moose can also swim, and they love to eat the tender leaves in the water pools!"
Can swim? Lin Xinghuo was startled, instantly remembering her precious Spirit Lotus. The caracal swept her with its tail, leaped to the ground, and vanished in a flash. Although Lin Xinghuo had successfully cultivated Spirit Rice, the Spirit Lotus and the Treasure Gourd Vine remained her family's most precious spiritual plants, especially the Spirit Lotus planted alone in the valley. Nothing could happen to it.
The real speed of the caracal was such that Lin Xinghuo couldn't catch up with it if he didn't open his spiritual eyes. The old breeder was still proudly telling everyone that moose love to listen to people singing, but the caracal had already reached the edge of Mirror Lake.
Taking a closer look at the Spirit Lotus, the caracal breathed a sigh of relief, noticing its vibrant new leaves, which had been hidden beneath the surface yesterday. Lin Xinghuo's heart throbbed, and the caracal felt a faint sense of joy. The caracal scratched his ears and began to diligently inspect the area surrounding Mirror Lake.
Hmm? The caracal stopped in the grass not far from the spiritual rice fields, staring at the fresh tracks on the ground, wondering, what is this?
It circled Mirror Lake twice, still unable to find what had left it behind. But it was certain that it was most likely targeting the Spirit Lotus in the lake. This was bad. Tu Xun's short legs were completely tied up, and he couldn't go back to find Lin Xinghuo.
The old man dug in the grass with discontent, then returned to where the spiritual rice was planted and lay down. After a while, the caracal couldn't stand it any longer. It stretched out its hairy claws and stomped the ground in front of it. The soil was like a giant earthworm turning over the soil. The ground bulged and bulged, extending rapidly forward for about a few dozen meters. Suddenly, there was a crackling sound of thunder, as if someone had accidentally stepped on a landmine.
The caracal's small ears were pressed into airplane ears, and he blew his beard in annoyance. His attempt failed again!
It turned out the caracal was secretly trying to use its innate magical powers to aid Lin Xinghuo. Its thunder spirit was essentially a combination of earth and water spirit roots, and the caracal wanted to split its thunder attribute into water and earth spirits, so wouldn't that be a perfect way to help its friend? The caracal saw his human busying about, and he took it to heart. He had been diligently experimenting while he was away from Lin Xinghuo, overseeing the work in the valley. The caracal's old-fashioned overseer demeanor that Lin Xinghuo saw every time she came down was just a cover-up by the caracal, who had suddenly grown thick-skinned, not wanting her to discover his depleted spiritual power.
Just as the caracal was patiently trying to find the way, a slender leaf like a leek quietly emerged from a clump of wildly growing bushes on the other side of Mirror Lake, near the mountain wall. The tip of the leaf cautiously poked into the lake water.
The dark green main body hidden in the tangled woods trembled a few times as if it had been electrified, and a few wisps of light green mist oozed out from the petiole near the root.
"Eh, why does it smell a bit?" The caracal, whose Earth Dragon Technique had broken through 50 meters, was interrupted from concentrating. He twitched his red nose and said, "It's a bit like that stinky orchid."
The dark green plant hiding in the bushes stiffened into a dead tree. The branches of the bushes very close to it turned black and rotten the moment they came into contact with the fog. The plant guiltily used its leaves that looked like leek leaves to cover the black spots.
The caracal made another anxious inspection and kicked the sable, who was sleeping like a noodle, awake: "Did you fart?"
As it neared the advanced stage, the mink, who had been sleeping for several days in the cracks of the rocks at the foot of the mountain, was a little dazed. He sniffed the base of his tail and curled up into a ball in embarrassment. It seemed that he had slept too soundly and couldn't help himself...
Not only did it not help itself, the two young martens it had secretly picked up could not help but release their "poison gas" the moment the caracal approached the stone nest.
The caracal drove away the unruly marten with a sullen face, and summoned a ball of thunder. It rolled it three or four times on its fur before starting to practice again. Its furry claws stepped solemnly on the ground again. There was still a trace of worry in the corner of the caracal's heart. It decided that when Lin Xinghuo was not too busy in a few days, it would ask her to go for a walk in the old forest, and it would go to take a look at its old enemy.
The frightened 'leek leaf' turned into a wrinkled, black, rotten kelp leaf and reached into the water again. The hiding body of the stinking orchid trembled again, but this time it suppressed its nature and no 'fragrant mist' escaped.
All of the stinking orchid's leek leaves stretched toward the Spirit Lotus, but in the end, it only dared to dip one of its most perfect and beautiful leaves into the Mirror Lake water that had been soaked by the Spirit Lotus, and then it squatted there contentedly. A closer look revealed that the clump of lush, seaweed-like leaves had condensed into a blooming flower, standing solemnly by the Mirror Lake like a monument waiting for her husband.
Buried in the soil behind this monument were countless pests, such as moths and groundworms, that the lotus plants hated the most. Even though the Spirit Lotus was not afraid of ordinary insects, the quietly introduced stinking orchid still cleaned out the infested insects in the valley. The stinking orchid's roots buried the insect carcasses deeper in disgust, twisting its leaves into a bouquet and waving it disdainfully in the direction of the caracal. How could this stinking mountain cat compare to it...
The caracal moved its nose and sneezed, then looked around in confusion. For some reason, it suddenly felt as if it was being outdone.
Outshined? The old man shook his ears. He would never be outshined by the fox cub and the stupid tiger. He must be the most useful one in this family!
The earth dragon stepped on the ground with both claws at the same time, and let out a thunderous roar, rumbling forward a hundred meters. When it was about to rush into the pool of water, it twisted around and successfully turned around, until it touched the claws of the caracal, and then it scattered into dust with a bang!
"Pfft, pfft, pfft!" The cat spat out the dust that had choked on it, its furry mouth stretched into a crescent shape: Success! This cat is truly a genius.
In the following time, the caracal, who was determined to give his humans a perfect surprise, did not stop even when his two front paws turned khaki.
Lin Xinghuo rubbed her nose. Wei Chunxing, who was also helping to carry the logs at the other end, looked over and said, "Aunt, take the little fairy to rest. We're here for you."
Grandma Wei came to pull Lin Xinghuo over without saying a word: "Everyone else has rested, but you haven't had a sip of water yet. Come here quickly!"
Rubbing her face, Lin Xinghuo habitually touched the fox head hidden in her clothes. She felt a sweet joy welling up in her heart, a bit of a cocky feeling, as if a smug caracal was standing in front of her with its hands on its waist, which made people laugh.
"Grandma, I'm not helping you, I'm learning from you." The old farmers taught her a lot of useful knowledge, details and techniques that she couldn't learn from reading agricultural books. At least the agricultural books published today don't describe the changes in crops every day and every hour in such detail.
Grandma Wei helped her scoop a bowl of brown sugar medicinal tea and nodded to the old Party Secretary who was working in the field, figuring out how to tie the plow rods into a five-share plow. "You're a bit like Old Man Chen in this respect."
"Some people are bright, willing to learn and listen, and willing to put in the effort without saying anything. You are all such people." Grandma Wei said, "When our village was first established, we had nothing. We were just a bunch of old farmers and shepherds who had never seen the world and only knew how to work hard. Any skilled craftsmen had long been accepted by other villages, and the rest of us were gathered together by the higher-ups and given a small piece of overgrown land in the mountains, and told to build a village!"
"At that time, there were people from Huangtun who looked down on everyone they saw, including your Aunt Huang and Dazhuang. It was so difficult to marry a woman at that time, especially since Dazhuang was still young. People thought that such a woman could be tamed. During the migration, several villages said they were willing to accept them, but when they heard that they were from Huangtun, they immediately looked down on them and did not allow people from our village to follow their path. Huangtun was a village that was hit by the corpse plague. Your Aunt Huang said that she did not blame people for looking down on her. She wanted to separate from everyone else at that time and did not want to implicate the entire village." In fact, it seemed that the mother and daughter were fine at that time, but people were prejudiced and their hearts were bad.
"It was Old Man Chen who stood up and said that the villagers couldn't disperse halfway! He tied Da Zhuang to his back and walked in front to lead the way. As he walked, he told the villagers about his experiences over the years. Whenever he met an elderly person, he would shamelessly ask them what was ahead, where it would be suitable to rest, where there was a river or water..." Grandma Wei sighed, "Just like that, he really brought more than a hundred people to our Bushian Village. Many women and girls in the village were persuaded to marry people from their village and live a good life, but no one was willing to leave their homes."
Grandma Wei laughed when she said this: "When Old Man Chen was young, he was not only bad but also wicked. Why do you think our village is so small?"
Lin Xinghuo was almost mesmerized by what she was hearing. She hurriedly asked, "I was also surprised earlier." Especially after attending the barefoot doctor training at Fangmaji Commune, she discovered that Buxiantun's land was significantly larger than the Fangmaji Brigade where the commune was located, almost the size of two or three other brigades combined. Otherwise, it wouldn't be possible to simply claim that a hundred acres of wasteland could be reclaimed.
"As soon as the village was established, Old Man Chen took his men out in circles in all directions. When he came back, he said that although it was just a small mountain village, our Buxian Village could not be called a treasure land!" Grandma Wei pointed in the direction of the village head. "Back then, it was not peaceful. Old Man Chen led his men to block the end of the road formed by the separation of West Mountain and South Mountain, and shamelessly set up the boundary marker there. This was moved nearly three miles west than originally planned, and the west slope and part of Cuizi Mountain to the north were all included in our village."
Lin Xinghuo did some mental calculations and realized that the villages in the south were generally smaller than those in Snow Province. An ordinary village there was only four or five miles in radius, and the old branch secretary could take over half of the village with just one move.
Grandma Wei waved her hand: "That's not how it's calculated. They live in a plain with many people and little land. It's different here. Besides, the West Mountain is just a few barren slopes. No one really cares about that."
"The area allocated to Xintun was particularly remote. At that time, there was nothing around. You couldn't find any people or households even if you walked dozens of miles."
"This half on the west side is nothing. Old Chen is capable because he dares to think, ask, and act! When the higher-ups allocated Nanshan to us, it occupied half of the area. Old Chen took his men to the commune. Fangmaji Commune was actually only newly established not long ago. The cadres discussed it and realized that what Old Chen said was the truth: Nanshan is the end of Buxianshan, and behind it are deep mountains and old forests. You can't rely on the mountain to make a living. It's hard to keep the whole village from becoming meat in the mouths of wolves coming down the mountain. So they agreed with Old Chen to put the village in the mouth of the pot formed by the west slope of the mountain, leaving the land in the big belly next to Nanshan as a buffer and protection, and moving the fields of the entire village to the northeast."
Grandma Wei's teeth flashed as she smiled. "The northeast is great! A vast expanse of flat land carved out by the Songwazi River! Bushan Village was originally planned as a mud puddle next to the South Mountain, but Old Man Chen twisted it into a trumpet shape, extending it far to the northeast. Originally, this area was between two cities, but everyone was still unsure about it, waiting to survey it after defeating the bandits. Old Man Chen seized this opportunity. Everyone in the village lived in dugouts, and instead of building adobe houses, they chiseled out the boundary markers. We carved them out piece by piece..."
"When the city came to survey, they directly used the Songwazi River as the boundary. Our Party Secretary has taken future generations into consideration."
Lin Xinghuo's heart was pounding with emotion when he heard Grandma Wei bring the conversation back: "We elected him as the Party Secretary, and he's never been able to relinquish that position. Over the years, he's... how do you put it? That's right, he's been following the 'new trends'! You can't deny that. Old man Chen has a vicious eye and a black heart, but he's always willing to learn from others. He learns how to build houses, how to farm, and even how to go hunting in the mountains! In this way, he has helped our village to rise to prominence - ten years ago, people didn't even call our village by its name. They just called it 'Xue Ren Village'!"
It sounded like a complaint, but the old lady was very proud when she mentioned it: "Our learning was not in vain. Our village's adobe house-building skills are the best in the surrounding villages. The second son of the Cen family was even selected to join the county construction team."
Uncle Cen also helped Lin Xinghuo build the house. When the old building of the health center was being renovated, he was also asked to lay the roof. He was the carpenter and the tiler. He was really an old hand.
"Not to mention farming." The old man grabbed a handful of the oily black soil with curiosity. "Other brigades only think our land is fertile, but in fact, any piece of wasteland can't grow crops at first. By then, Da Zhuang had grown up. When Old Chen heard that the neighboring city was sending agricultural technicians, he injured his leg and asked Da Zhuang and a group of young people to take him to ask for advice. When our commune also had an agricultural technology station, Old Chen respected those young people more than he respected the commune secretary."
"They truly deserve this respect!" Grandma Wei sneered in the direction of the Jinjiayao Commune. "Their commune, relying on their brick kiln, simply doesn't take the Agricultural Technology Station seriously. Two years ago, an agricultural technician went to the village to promote experimental seeds, but they were snatched away and cooked. Old Man Chen was so angry that he sighed for days..."
"Xiao Lin, come and help!" the old branch secretary shouted.
"Hey!" Lin Xinghuo stuffed a bowl of hot soup into Grandma Wei's hand, agreed, and ran out.
The old branch secretary was leading people to use a log to fix three large ropes in parallel. The three ropes were pulling a plow handle respectively, so that they could plow three ridges of land at the same time without tiring the moose.
Lin Xinghuo was strong, and in just a few strokes he had shaved the log's surface smooth. After finishing the three-furrow plow and trying to plow ten meters, the old Party secretary waved his withered hand, "Give them back." The borrowed five-furrow plow was too large; it would be better to make it yourself.
Team leader Huang Dazhuang did not complain at all. He worked hard to put the five-share plow on the wheelbarrow, asked a man to push it from behind, pulled the wheelbarrow and went to Jinjiayao Commune to return the plow.
"Hitch up the mule!" the old Party secretary shouted. "We have these older brothers now. We don't need a mule anymore. Let it go for a stroll with you."
Lin Xinghuo looked at the old branch secretary and suddenly felt that this old man with a skinny and long face was incomparably great: she had embarked on the path to immortality, but there were always treasures for her to learn from these simple and unpretentious villagers.
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By the end of August, the corn in Bushantun was about to be harvested.
Everyone was overjoyed: "This is almost a month earlier than in previous years!" The temperature and climate are just right, and if the crops stay on the straw for one more day, the yield will be higher!
At the same time, Lin Xinghuo harvested the third generation of spiritual rice planted in the valley, and the taste and spiritual energy were even better.
Furthermore, with the help of the Tulong technique, she also cultivated a spiritual persimmon. The golden ring bees, fed by the persimmon honey, were successfully divided into boxes, and the majority of the colonies, which had been voluntarily eliminated by the queen, officially settled in Buxian Village. Lin Xinghuo helped these two boxes of golden ring bees produce new queens, and everyone was so excited that they transplanted many flowers and trees on the western slopes. There were always little kids standing under the beehives, picking their mouths and drooling. The old village chief, with a slap in his face, chose a vacant room off to the side of the mostly empty workshop area and hung up a sign that read "Honey Shop."
The remaining box of golden ringed bees began to undergo a strange transformation: their black fur became much lighter, as if purified...
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Note: For information on rice tillering, field baking, and heading, please refer to Baidu. For information on corn leaf cutting, please refer to "Corn Leaf Cutting Increases Yields: Have You Tried It?"
The five-share plow "uses a log to hold three large ropes in parallel, each of which pulls a pair of plow handles, so that three ridges of land can be plowed at the same time." See "The Four Most Tired Things in Farming in Northeast China Back Then".
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