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Li Zhoule took the lead and brought the two Wen brothers into the storage room. What Wen Zixia and Wen Ziyu saw at a glance were two sacks containing grain seeds, especially when the mouth of the bag was opened, they could clearly see the rice contained in the bag.

"Rice? Seed? You can even get rice seeds," Wen Zixia and Wen Ziyu were extremely surprised.

Wen Zixia said: "You called us here just for the sake of rice planting?" ”

Li Zhoule nodded, pointed to the porcelain jar and said, "Haven't you always wondered where Yi Shu and I got so many good things?" All of them were given to us by the gods through this fairy treasure. ”

Wen Ziyu said: "Isn't this what Brother Li picked up from the mountain?" ”

Li Yishu nodded violently: "The immortals either live in the sky or in the mountains, so this jar must have been rewarded by the gods to my eldest brother." ”

This logic ......

But the other three thought it was.

"The grain was also sent by the gods?" Wen Zixia asked.

Li Zhoule snorted: "Yi Shu wrote to the gods about the difficulty of our lack of food, and the gods sent these two things. ”

said that Han Nuo wrote the main points and handed it to the Wen brothers, and the two brothers were also very excited when they saw the words "1,000 catties per mu", and it took a while to calm down.

"Zhou Le, your idea is right. These two things can't be taken out rashly, otherwise they will expose the matter of the immortal artifact and bring trouble to you and Yi Shu. ”

The two brothers of the Wen family also agreed with Li Zhoule's approach, and even agreed not to tell Wen Zijue about the porcelain jar. Although Wen Zijue is very sensible, he is a child after all, and his mouth is not strong, so he is easy to be talked about by people with a heart.

"So what to do? You can't ask for immortal seeds from the immortals for nothing, but you can't plant them, right? Li Yishu pursed his lips.

"Immortals?" Wen Zixia's eyes lit up, "If you have it, let the 'immortals' help us solve this matter." ”

Li Zhoule frowned: "We have already asked the immortals for immortal seeds, how can we still trouble the immortals?" ”

Wen Zixia said: "I don't mean to ask the gods for help, but for us to make an illusion that there are gods to help." ”

"What do you mean?" Three pairs of puzzled eyes.

"Come here with your ears."

……

The village chief sat in the courtyard of his home and worried, there was no grain seed, he couldn't sow seeds, how could there be grain output in the autumn, wouldn't everyone be hungry? And everyone still owes the Li family sisters and brothers food, what to pay? at

During this time, the village chief was so troubled that his hair turned a third gray.

"Ah, where are you at home?"

The village chief looked up and found that several of the oldest people in the village had arrived outside the courtyard of his house together, and the village chief quickly got up and invited these old people into the courtyard. The village chief's daughter-in-law hurriedly moved out a chair for the old people to sit on, and quickly went to pour tea and water to entertain the old people.

"Don't be busy, daughter-in-law, let's sit for a while and leave." One of the old men spoke out to stop the village chief's daughter-in-law.

The village chief's daughter-in-law smiled, but did not stop. These old people are seniors, and she doesn't want others to call her rude. Hey, it's a pity that I let my two daughters-in-law follow my third son to work in the county, and I don't even have a helper.

"Third uncle, you came to me for the sake of food, right? But I can't help it! The village chief sighed, he really had no choice. He really has no choice, each family's grain can only grow half of their own land, and the remaining half of the land can only be empty, and he is distressed to see it. But what can be done? If they don't eat grain, how can the villagers support this time? I didn't starve to death sooner!

The third uncle said: "We know your difficulties, isn't this here to discuss with you?" ”

"What are you discussing?" The village chief asked curiously.

The third uncle said: "We discussed it, let's get together some money and find a few healthy people to buy grain and seeds somewhere else." ”

The village chief thought it was a good idea, but after hearing it, he was disappointed: "Third uncle, the situation in other counties should be similar to Jingyang County, even if you bring money, I'm afraid you won't be able to buy grain." And there is chaos outside, if the people who go out are in danger and can't come back, what should they do? ”

Another old man, the fifth uncle, said: "We have also thought about it, and we will go to the vicinity of the capital to buy it." There is an emperor in the capital, and it has always been very stable, so there should be excess grain to sell, right? Or go to the south of the Yangtze River, where there is two crops a year, and there must be a surplus of grain and grain seeds. ”

The village chief wiped his face: "Fifth uncle, the capital and Jiangnan are thousands of miles away from us, and it will take two months to come and go, and when the people who bought the grain seeds come back, they have already missed the time to sow seeds." ”

The eighth uncle said: "If you miss the time, you can at least plant, although the yield may be less, but it is better than wasting half of the land." If half of the land is empty, what will everyone eat in the future? Half of the land was just enough to pay the imperial court's taxes. ”

The village chief frowned, maybe these old people have a point, but who to find to buy rice seeds outside? There is no money to borrow some from the Li family in the tea shed, but the young and strong young man has long been conscripted and left, how can there be strong labor to be able to do this task?

Just when the village chief was struggling, the village chief's daughter-in-law came out of the kitchen with a few cups of tea. Suddenly, her face was covered with shock, and she almost couldn't hold the tray with the teacup on it.

"Light, light, there's a light over there in the ancestral hall!"

The village chief and several old men looked in the direction of the ancestral hall suspiciously, and their eyes widened in shock.

When several old people came to look for the village chief, the sun had just set and the sky had become gray, but at this time, a ray of light broke through the gray sky and hung brilliantly above the ancestral hall.

"This is? Did the ancestors manifest themselves? The third uncle exclaimed.

The village chief froze: "Let's go to the ancestral hall and have a look." ”

Several old people didn't walk fast, and when they followed the village chief to the door of the ancestral hall, almost all the villagers had already arrived outside the ancestral hall, and even Guan Xiucai followed his wife to the ancestral hall. Although the book says that "the son does not speak and the strange power is chaotic", how many ancient people did not believe in ghosts and gods? Kwan Xiucai is no exception. In his opinion, since this light is emitted by the ancestral hall in the village, it should be the manifestation of the ancestors in the village, and he may be able to take advantage of this little bit if he follows up.

After the villagers gathered, the light over the ancestral hall disappeared. Everyone looked at each other, looked at each other, and looked at the village chief together. The village chief stepped forward with a serious expression and pushed open the door of the ancestral hall.

Before Li Yishu paid for the people in the village to repair the ancestral hall, so that the ancestral hall was not as dilapidated as when Uncle Jiang's family lived temporarily in winter, especially the two gates were repainted with red paint, which looked extremely solemn. On both sides of the gate hangs the couplet "The ancestors are virtuous and far-reaching, and the sons and grandsons are virtuous and long", which has been re-depicted with gold paint.

Open the door of the ancestral hall, first enter the courtyard, on both sides are partial houses, which are originally for the temple to live. However, now there is no temple blessing, so it is only for some people with difficulties in the family to stay occasionally, such as Uncle Jiang's family. Behind the courtyard is the main hall dedicated to the ancestral tablets, and a Ding furnace is placed in advance for the purpose of offering incense, because there is no money in the village, and the Ding furnace is hewn out of stone, not bronze. At this moment, there are two sacks in front of the Ding furnace, and there are two pieces of paper full of words on top of the bags.

Just after the village chief pushed open the door, he saw the sack in front of the Ding furnace at a glance, and with a little anxiety about the unknown, the village chief approached the sack and picked up the paper on it.

"Mr. Guan, please read the words above."

Guan Rulin carefully took the paper, only to see that the white paper was as white as a cloud, and couldn't help but marvel in his heart, and he was even more sure of the miracle of today's events, otherwise how could there be such a good paper? He had seen a little bit of the world, but he had never seen such a good paper. Even the county magistrate of Jingyang County did not use this kind of paper.

Guan Rulin lowered his head and read out the words on the paper. The first one says that the ancestors of the village knew the difficulties in the village, and in order to prevent the children and grandchildren from starving to death, the ancestors sought high-quality rice and a kind of fairy seed called sweet potato from the gods, and sent it to the children and grandchildren as food, and told the children and grandchildren to plant it well, and the fairy seed sweet potato can yield 1,000 catties per mu, enough for the children and grandchildren not to go hungry.

"Thousands of pounds per mu ???!!!" All the villagers reacted like the Wen brothers and the Li brothers, and even Guan Xiucai's voice trembled.

"Guan, Guan Xiucai, continue to read the next one." The village chief urged conveningly, and all the villagers stared at Guan Xiucai with a tiger's eye, the next one is about how to plant immortal seeds, read it out quickly!

"Okay." Guan Xiucai hurriedly took the second piece of paper to the top and said: "Sweet potato is a high-yield and adaptable food crop, in addition to being used as a staple food, it is also an important raw material for food processing, starch and alcohol manufacturing industry, and roots, stems and leaves are excellent feed...... Sweet potatoes are drought tolerant and adaptable, and only need to water a small amount of water to ensure survival during the drought season...... Seedlings can be directly cut and planted, so there is no need to waste seeds...... Yield per mu is ...... kilograms"

"Thousands of catties per mu?" The villagers were in an uproar.

"Oh my God, I heard you right, did I?"

"No, you heard me right, because I heard it too."

"If we only plant one mu of grain that yields thousands of catties per mu, we will pay the taxes of the imperial court, which is enough for our family to chew for a year."

"Will the imperial court receive new grain?"

"Probably not."

"Take me and plant an acre of rice and an acre of sweet potatoes. All the rice was used to pay taxes, and the sweet potatoes were kept at home to eat by themselves. ”

"Yes, yes. Didn't you listen to Guan Xiucai? Sweet potatoes can be cut directly from seedlings and planted with cuttings, so there is no need to waste seeds. It is worthy of being an immortal seed given by the gods. ”

"So such a bag of sweet potatoes is enough for our whole village to grow, right?"

"Sure enough. And isn't there still high-quality rice? It is definitely better than the rice we are planting now, and the rice produced in one mu will definitely be more than before. ”

“……”

“……”

Although the village chief was also very excited, as the head of a village, he was calmer than ordinary villagers, he raised his voice and scolded the villagers to shut up, turned to Guan Xiucai and said, "Mr. Guan, please continue." ”

Next, the paper wrote how to raise seedlings, how to plant, how to cut seedlings and other precautions, as well as several cooking methods of sweet potatoes, and the villagers all paid attention to it, for fear of missing any precautions. It wasn't until Guan Xiu finished reading it all, and everyone still kept their mouths shut, not like before.

The third uncle was the first to break the silence and said, "Okay, now that there is grain, there is no need to send someone to buy it outside." Ah, hurry up and distribute the seeds as scheduled. ”

The village chief said: "Rice seeds can be distributed first, but sweet potatoes should be raised first and then distributed to everyone according to what the ancestors said." ”

The fifth uncle said: "Take you and arrange a few people to raise seedlings." ”

The village chief answered, and ordered the three brothers of Mancang Manjin Manting to be responsible for the cultivation of sweet potato seedlings, these three brothers are the most proficient in agricultural affairs in the village, and they are in charge of this matter, and everyone is very relieved. Then the rice seeds began to be distributed, and the seeds in the whole sack were only 100 catties, and the family could only get a few catties, and they could only plant a few catties of less than one acre of land. But the villagers were not dissatisfied, but full of anticipation, and carefully carried the rice seeds home.

The Li family and the Wen family have no land, and they only get a catty of rice seeds symbolically, which is because the village chief and the villagers remember the kindness of the Li family's sisters and brothers, otherwise the landless families will not be able to share the rice seeds at all, and will only give some sweet potato seedlings.

Li Zhoule and Wen Zixia walked out of the ancestral hall with the rice in their pockets, and as soon as they walked out a hundred meters away, Li Yishu and Wen Ziyu came out from behind them.

"Hehe, sister, Brother Wen, we're doing a good job, right?" Li Yishu smiled and asked the two of them for reward.

Wen Ziyu rolled his eyes: "It's just relying on the magic weapon given by the gods." Even if it's not you, even Zijue can do it. ”

Li Yishu glanced at Wen Ziyu: "When I get home, I'll lend you the flashlight to play for a while." But you have to be careful not to be discovered by others. ”

Wen Ziyu was satisfied now and stopped mocking Li Yishu.

Li Zhoule and Wen Zixia looked at each other and smiled, and said in their hearts that the two younger brothers usually behave like little adults, and it is rare to have such a childish side.

The play of the ancestral hall was arranged by the two families, and before, Wen Zixia led Li Yishu and Wen Ziyu to move rice seeds and sweet potatoes to the courtyard of the ancestral hall. The so-called ancestral message was written by Wen Zixia, using a blank piece of paper, which made him and the two little ones feel distressed. The light over the ancestral hall is caused by a strong flashlight, the most important thing in the plan is this link, the four of them thought for a long time and couldn't think of how to make the ancestral hall look strange so as to attract the attention of the whole village, and finally Li Yi wrote a letter to Han Nuo to tell him, Han Nuo found it interesting and bought a strong flashlight to transmit to ancient times to help Li Yishu and the four of them pretend to be ghosts. Before, Li Yishu and Wen Ziyu were hiding in the main hall of the ancestral hall, but the villagers were all attracted by the sudden appearance of grain, and they didn't find that two people were hiding inside. After the grain seeds were distributed, the villagers were preoccupied with the grain seeds, and happily left the ancestral hall, giving the two of them a chance to slip out of the ancestral hall without being discovered.

Li Zhoule said with a smile: "Brother Wen, you give me your family's rice seeds, and I will help you raise seedlings." ”