Song Zhenping listened attentively, his eyes filled with awe as he looked at the book in his sister's hand, titled "Scientific Breeding Techniques for Poultry and Livestock."
That was a book of secrets that my sister took out of her treasure bag. The paper was as white as the clouds in the sky, and it felt smooth and frightening to the touch.
There are also pictures above, and the pigs, chickens, sheep and cows look just like they are alive. You can even see their bones.
He didn't recognize it at first; it was his second sister who gestured to him to tell him.
Gods are truly omniscient and know everything; they have so much knowledge.
Not only do they know how to farm, but they also understand postpartum care for sows.
Now I even know how to raise rabbits.
During the Wu Dynasty, farmers raised pigs, chickens, cattle, sheep, and mules, but no one raised fish or rabbits.
Song Zhenping was quite surprised when he first heard that it was possible to raise fish and rabbits.
These things can be found in the water and on the mountains. If you want to eat them, just catch them. Why bother raising them?
Most importantly, nobody knows what fish eat in the water or how they reproduce.
The same goes for rabbits; no one has ever seen how baby rabbits grow up. It's as if a group of baby rabbits appeared overnight.
Moreover, rabbits cannot be kept in cages; they can dig burrows, jump high, and have powerful teeth.
The three rabbits that Song Liyun brought back only stayed in the basket for one night before they all bit through the vines and ran away.
Fortunately, the walls of Baolin Residence were sturdy, and the little rabbit was caught because it ran into the backyard to eat vegetables.
Right now, Song Liyun is studying "rabbit breeding techniques." Anyway, there are plenty of vegetable leaves and acorn residue in the backyard, so she plans to raise three live rabbits.
The venue has been selected.
Following the technical instructions in the book, we used the bluestone wall in the backyard as a base, paved the ground with bricks and stones, and then piled up soil to build a rabbit hutch, so that we no longer had to worry about rabbits digging holes and escaping.
"The rabbit hutch environment should be kept dry, without any standing water, and with sufficient light... Rabbits are afraid of the heat in summer and the cold in winter, so pay attention to fattening them up in the fall... Baby rabbits can be bred after three months, and the nutritional ratio of their feed needs to be increased."
Song Liyun blinked: "They can breed and have baby rabbits in just three months! That's a fast reproduction rate! No wonder they're in the same category as mice."
Song Zhenping was secretly delighted. He thought to himself that he would raise more rabbits at home in the future. Rabbit meat could be eaten, rabbit skin could be used to make clothes and bedding, and rabbit droppings could be used to grow crops. How wonderful!
Next, Song Liyun frowned as she stared at the book: "Brother, the rabbit feed is a bit of a problem!"
"What's the problem? Don't rabbits just eat grass?" Song Zhenping peeked at his book.
He couldn't recognize the rows of almost identical square characters at all, so he could only look at his sister with admiration and wait for Song Liyun, who could read the cryptic text to him.
"Hmm, let me see! The rabbit feed formula is: 40% hay meal, 10% barley or corn, 10% wheat or oats, 10% roasted soybean meal, 10% wheat bran, fish meal, bone meal, meat meal, salt..."
Song Zhenping frowned deeply and muttered, "Even rabbits need to eat meat, so how come it eats better than me?"
He and Xiao An had never eaten meat before, but now even rabbits are eating meat.
Song Zhenping wanted to refute, but after glancing at the "heavenly book," he swallowed his words. What the immortal said must be true.
Song Liyun wanted to say something, but fearing she might frighten Song Zhenping, she swallowed her words. The idea of mutated rabbits killing people in the apocalypse was too much; she kept quiet.
The brother and sister each had their own thoughts, but after exchanging a glance, they both sighed at the same time.
After teaching Song Zhenping, Song Liyun still had things to learn herself.
She didn't know whether this era developed from a historical fork in her past life or was a mirror image of a parallel universe.
The ruling class system of the Wu Dynasty was the same as I had imagined, but the characters that could be written were somewhat different.
Anyway, this is a very unfamiliar part of history.
Song Liyun also needs to relearn Wu Chao's calligraphy.
Fortunately, the newly acquired servant Han Ming had been trained as a steward by the first master and had learned basic common characters.
Now Song Liyun has begun to learn, not aiming to write, but simply to recognize various contracts.
She originally intended to get Song Zhenping and Xiao An to learn as well.
But sometimes when God closes a door, he doesn't leave a window open.
Song Zhenping missed the golden time for learning, had no concept of cultural learning, and couldn't remember a single word even after three days.
Xiao An was completely lost when it came to abstract thinking, had difficulty reading and writing, cried his eyes out on the first day, and even refused to eat.
He was interested in the pictures of the recipes, though.
Hei Jin, who hadn't left the house since the heavy snow started, stayed cooped up on the kang (heated brick bed) with Xiao An every day.
A man and a monkey drooled over the picture, looking at it over and over again without getting tired of it.
Today, Song Liyun was somewhat distracted while studying. She kept thinking about what Boss Mu had said about the Di people having a habit of "winter raiding".
In her historical knowledge, there was once a nomadic people who also had the custom of "hunting for hay" in late autumn and early winter.
Their cavalry traveled to fight and sustain their war effort, requiring no special logistical support. They specialized in plundering civilian grain and property, and would flee after their raids, leaving the garrison troops to run around and block them, causing immense suffering to the border villages.
However, these things usually happen in border towns.
The wrecked gold is a hundred miles away and should not have suffered such a disaster. The events of five years ago were caused by collusion between internal traitors.
Now, Suijin Town is no longer prosperous, and with a garrison stationed there, it would be a losing proposition for the Di people to come here.
But who can really say for sure about such things?
The Di people are aimless, robbing as they go, and whoever encounters them is doomed.
Boss Mu is a native of Suijin Town, so his judgment is definitely more accurate than mine. Grain prices are going to rise, so I should stock up more.
Store more grain in preparation for unforeseen circumstances.
The food in the space could sustain the three siblings for a year.
But life is unpredictable.
Accidents are always unavoidable, such as Han Ming who suddenly sought refuge with him, the elderly people in the nursing home, and the woman who fainted halfway through her journey.
Having food in hand gives you peace of mind.
As for the specifics, she wanted to ask Han Ming for his opinion.
Han Ming was also a native of the Wu Dynasty and had lived on the border for many years, so he had a lot of survival experience.
After much deliberation, Song Liyun finally fell into a deep sleep in the latter half of the night.
Some people are destined to be sleepless tonight.
In the Suijin Garrison, Luo Baihu's hurried footsteps revealed his anxious mood.
He picked up the tea on the table and took a big gulp. The tea that the guard had just brought was scalding hot, so he quickly spat it out and couldn't help but curse, "Damn it, they're trying to scald me to death!"
He put down the tea and looked out the door again. Finally, someone next to him couldn't stand it anymore and said in a deep voice, "Commander, the information is still unclear. There's no need for you to be in such a hurry."
“Brother Zhang, how can I not be anxious? Look, we worked so hard to repair the Broken Gold Pass, but they don’t come anymore. Wouldn’t that have been a waste of our efforts?”
Luo Baihu shrugged and said angrily.
"Now that the fortifications are repaired, they're not coming. It's like they're not giving me, Lao Luo, any face."
Quartermaster Zhang Zhong smiled wryly. "The centurion wants military merit, so naturally he wants to fight a good battle."
But he, who was in charge of military supplies and logistics, didn't want to fight.
Although his salary for the past two months arrived on time, it eased his financial difficulties.
But war can't be won simply by having money.
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