Next to the embankment are the fields of Linxi Village.
Now, more than three months have passed since spring sowing, and most of the vegetables planted by the villagers have matured. At a glance, all you can see is green.
Walking upstream along the river bank, the westernmost end is the land rented by Qin Zhao.
Even though Qin Zhao was so calm, he was still stunned when he saw his own fields.
The vegetables in these two fields...are growing so well.
As Qin Zhao walked along, he felt that the vegetables in many farmers' homes were growing very well and the harvest was obviously very good.
But when he saw his own land clearly, he felt that it was not worth mentioning at all.
In the small two acres of land, except for the corn, which had not yet reached its ripening season, all the other vegetables were growing lushly, with almost no gaps visible. Each plant was lush and leafy, and even the leaves of the vegetables were much larger than those of other plants.
Aren’t these the same kinds of vegetables?
"My planting is good, isn't it?" Jing Li jumped into the field in two or three steps and expertly picked two plump and thick eggplants. "How about some roasted eggplant tonight?"
Qin Zhao: "Okay."
Jing Li said, "Then I'll pick a few more beans and stew them!"
Jing Li didn't mind the dirtiness and simply wrapped the eggplant with the hem of his clothes. He then struggled over the branches and vines of various vegetables to pick other ones.
The month they left the village, the village chief hired someone to help take care of the fields.
After returning, this job fell on Jing Li.
Jing Li originally had no idea about farming, but fortunately, many villagers helped him these days.
In the eyes of the villagers, Jing Li is still known as the husband of two daughters.
Shuang'er's physical strength is much worse than that of a normal man. Many villagers feel sorry for her husband who cannot do heavy work, so they can only let their husbands go to the fields. When they have free time, they will come to help him water the fields and remove insects, and teach him how to take care of the fields.
More than half a month had passed, and Jing Li had become very skilled at doing these things.
Interestingly, when these two fields were handed over to the villagers, they were clearly no different from other fields. In fact, due to insufficient soil fertility, the vegetables grew far worse than others.
But as soon as Jing Li came back, the vegetables in the field grew visibly more and more luxuriantly. It only took more than half a month for them to grow into what they are today.
"They grow too fast." Jing Li sighed as he picked vegetables. "I've already picked quite a few to exchange with others for food, but there are still so many."
At this rate, the vegetables will all rot in the fields before they can finish eating them.
What a sweet burden.
Jing Li was thinking about this when suddenly an idea struck him: "Can we transport the vegetables to town and sell them?"
Every household in the village grows their own vegetables, so selling them in the village is out of the question. Therefore, many villagers take advantage of the early morning market to go to town to sell things like vegetables, fruits, firewood, herbs, and even cloth and fabric.
"But we don't have a bullock cart to transport vegetables." Jing Li was a little worried again.
With the amount of vegetables his fields produce, even with an oxcart, it would be impossible to transport them all in one go, let alone carry them across on human backs.
"There's no rush for this matter. You come up first." Qin Zhao called to him.
Not to mention whether they can deliver the vegetables to the town, Qin Zhao is in poor health now and definitely cannot go to the town. If they really want to sell vegetables, Jing Li can only go alone.
Let Jing Li sell things... Qin Zhao couldn't imagine what that would be like.
Jing Li climbed up the ridge of the field, and the hem of his clothes was filled with vegetables.
There was a little dirt on the side of his face, which Qin Zhao wiped away with his sleeve: "I just went to pick some vegetables, and I made myself look like a cat."
Jing Li whispered, "I'm not a cat."
They had been out for more than half an hour. Jing Li urged Qin Zhao to go home quickly. When the two were about to leave the field, they were stopped by someone.
"Qin Zhao, you actually went to the fields today. Are you feeling better?"
The person who called them was an old man, also surnamed Chen. It was said that he was a distant relative of Chen Yan'an's grandfather, but he no longer had much contact with the Chen family.
Mr. Chen's wife and children died early, and he now has no children. However, he is still in good health and makes a living by farming in the village.
Qin Zhao said, "Thank you for your concern, Uncle Chen. I'm much better now."
Old Man Chen, a man of long years of hard work, had a dark complexion. He walked up to Qin Zhao, looked at his fields, and sighed, "Scholars are different. Even their crops grow better than ours."
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