On a hot summer day, carriages were moving slowly one after another on the tree-lined official road, attracting the attention of the common people working in the fields. They asked, "What's going on today? Why are there so many rich and idle people going to the West Mountain? Did something happen there?"
Someone said, "There is a farmhouse inn at the foot of the West Mountain. I heard that many literati like to go there. I guess these are also the ones."
"It looks like he is not only cultured, but also wealthy."
Those carriages looked different from usual ones, they were complicated and exquisite, and the people there looked very wealthy at first glance.
In the early morning, the sun broke through the clouds and shone through the shade of the trees onto the official road, creating a mottled and swaying light and shadow, which contrasted with the red flowers and green leaves, causing everyone to sigh, "It's so beautiful." With nothing to do and nothing to do, everyone was fascinated by the beautiful scenery along the official road and looked out.
Su Ruojin leaned against the door of the carriage, enjoying the breeze and the dew, feeling relaxed and happy. "I really want to stop at this moment."
Yang Si Niang has been traveling for many years and has seen many beautiful scenery. She was also mesmerized by the beauty of this moment and blurted out, "No wonder my sister wants to stay in Weizhou. It is so beautiful."
When Madam Yang heard her sister's words, she smiled and asked why she didn't go with her sister to Yulin to find her mother and brothers. She had her own selfish motives. She wanted to train her son to be a talented person and wait for an opportunity to bring her relatives hiding in Yulin here. Then they could go to the capital or retreat to a place not far from the capital, and their lives would be pretty much the same.
At noon, everyone finally arrived at the farm house.
The farm house has already doubled in size compared to three years ago, and has expanded a lot from front to back and from left to right. What remains unchanged is the green trees, flowing streams, and the quiet and beautiful atmosphere.
Su Ruojin turned around and smiled, "Thank you, Brother Jin."
Under Zhao Lan's instruction, Santai led his people to expand the farmhouse a year ago. Not only that, under the leadership of Su Ji Farmhouse, nearby villagers who had houses also set up mini farmhouses to provide accommodation for some budget-conscious literati or ordinary people in the city.
Su Ruojin did not rush to the farmhouse halfway up the mountain. Instead, she walked quickly along the ridges of the fields, looking at her vegetable fields all the way. All kinds of vegetables were growing vigorously, including cucumbers, eggplants, leeks, edamame, as well as loofahs, gourds, and green beans... She had everything she wanted.
She and Mao Ya picked more than a dozen cucumbers, rinsed them with water, and shared them with everyone, saying, "Everyone is thirsty, moisten their throats."
As she ate, she asked, "Have you planted the winter melons that I asked someone to bring back last year?"
The Nong Le family steward finally had a chance to step forward and quickly replied, "The winter melon grows in the east where the soil is loose and sunny. It's our first time. The flowers have bloomed, but it seems that there are not many fruits."
The winter melon is the modern watermelon, but the modern one has been improved and has a red skin and green flesh. It is sweet and juicy. Now when the winter melon is cut open, it looks like a honeycomb, with clumps of green and red flesh. It looks unappetizing and does not taste good.
However, in the ancient times when material was scarce, only the nobles could afford such ugly and unpalatable cold melons.
In the first year of planting, Su Ruojin didn't expect anything great. Now that she has returned to Beijing, she plans to find a few old farmers and fruit growers who are good at farming to improve the watermelon. If one year doesn't work, then two years will be enough, until it is almost as good as modern watermelons. Wherever she goes, this magic tool for cooling off will surely make a lot of money.
When we got to the winter melon planting area, we squatted down to see the melons twisting. Uh… I have to stay in the field every day! I picked the biggest one and asked someone to cut it open. As expected, the flesh was not very red, but green or white. After eating a piece of melon, it was good enough to eat two mouthfuls of red flesh.
Forget it, let the professional people do the professional work. Su Ruojin is ready to spend a lot of money to hire an old farmer to grow winter melons. (End of this chapter)
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