In the evening, when Jing Xiaotian went out to ride the horses, he found that the trees in the Zhuangzi had begun to turn green, the branches were moist, the buds were swollen, and they were full of style.

Seeing the remnant snow melt and the spring breeze mighty, Jing Xiaotian felt that the time to raise rice seedlings had arrived. As for whether the seedlings can be raised here, it will be necessary to know.

After returning home, Jing Xiaotian began to prepare step by step according to the steps in his memory.

After a series of treatments, such as drying, brine selection, soaking, and germination, the rice seeds finally showed the bud cone. More than ten days have passed.

These days, while Jing Xiaotian is processing the seeds, he asks Ah Zhong to make some seedling trays out of wooden planks, and prepares nutrient soil with peat, well-rotted horse manure and forest soil in proportion, which is disinfected by many days of sunlight and then loaded into seedling trays for later use.

The day before sowing, Jing Xiaotian watered the seedling tray thoroughly and set it aside.

Early the next morning, Idoda carefully sprinkled the rice seeds that had cracked their mouths and sprouted cones into the seedling tray to make sure that they were evenly sown, and then covered them with a thin layer of soil to cover the spilled seeds.

After planting, she picked up the wooden shower that Uncle Chung had made according to her wishes, and patiently watered it, for fear that she would accidentally wash the soil into a thick and uneven manner.

After finishing this qiē, Jing Xiaotian breathed a long sigh of relief, and waited for the seedlings to emerge with apprehension and hope.

In addition to practicing swords, reading, and writing every day, she soaked in the nursery room of the West Courtyard to diligently check the temperature, moisture, light, ventilation and other environmental conditions.

After a few days, the young seedlings arched out, and Jing Xiaotian stood excitedly next to the seedling box, seeing the rice seedlings holding up the soil, unstoppably embracing the sun, and she could even hear the sound of the seedlings breaking through the soil.

Vigorous life always carries a kind of magic, which makes people inexplicably moved, makes people feel infinite pity, and makes people surge with unspeakable hope.

Jing Xiaotian stood here dumbfounded, his eyes wet unconsciously.

These days, seeing the rice seedlings green and crisp, one day at a time, rushing upward, Jing Xiaotian's heart is happy, and the soft and glutinous fragrant fragrant rice in his memory pours into his dreams from time to time, making his mouth water.

Ah Zhong also circled around these seedlings all day long, but he couldn't figure out what to do next, so he had to wait for Jing Xiaotian's order before he acted immediately.

One morning, when Jing Xiaotian was looking at the seedlings in the nursery room, Zhao Dan suddenly came back, still looking indifferent, and came to Jing Xiaotian's side with a big grin, squinting at the seedlings in front of him, and asked with some hesitation: "This can't be rice, right?" ”

"You know?" When Jing Xiaotian heard this, he immediately stared at Zhao Dan with blazing eyes.

Zhao Dan stared back at Jing Xiaotian, crooked his mouth, and laughed a little wickedly: "What? Shouldn't I recognize this thing? ”

As he spoke, he suddenly lowered his voice and stuck to Jing Xiaotian: "Sue me, where did this come from?" ”

Zhao Dan's posture made Jing Xiaotian feel a sense of oppression, she turned sideways, glanced at Zhao Dan, her eyes were quite warning, and said coldly: "Why should I sue you." ”

Then, he reached out and grabbed Zhao Dan's ears and pulled his head open.

Zhao Dan exaggeratedly shouted: "Ouch, ouch, why are you like this, is this how you welcome me back?" ”

"If you call out, louder and alarm Uncle Ah Zhong, I will sue him, you bullied me, let him carry a stick and drive you out." Jing Xiaotian said with a straight face.

"Grandma, I didn't offend you, what are you doing?" Zhao Dan said very innocently, his eyes rolled, and he laughed evilly: "Didn't you think I came back late, so you deliberately got angry and punished me?" ”

"It's good to keep it in your heart, and if you say it, it will make others laugh and lose their big teeth." Jing Xiaotian said, turned and left.

"What do you mean! I wanted to show off my new invention, really. Zhao Dan was very disappointed when he saw Jing Xiaotian leave like this, said a word stupidly, shook his hand, and returned to his room.

Jing Xiaotian called Uncle Ah Zhong and went to the field together to see how the field was tidying up.

Although Jing Xiaotian did not tell Uncle Ah Zhong what to do, Uncle Ah Zhong had already turned over the soil and made neat ridges based on his own experience.

Jing Xiaotian couldn't help but praise in his heart when he saw it: Uncle Ah Zhong is really a diligent and caring person, he can treat the Lin family as his own home, and he doesn't wait for anything to be told, so he naturally does it in front.

Jing Xiaotian walked around the field for a long time, and finally chose a field close to the creek, and said: "Uncle Zhong, level this land, don't ridge, bring in the stream water, flood irrigation, and let the water in the field accumulate, and the depth is about one and a half palms of your palm." ”

"Okay, is this one acre enough?" Ah Zhong asked.

"It's almost, there are too few seeds, so I can only plant these first, and wait for the autumn to save more seeds, and then plant them." Jing Xiaotian said with a little regret, but he was looking forward to when he could dream of returning to the farm again, and he would definitely bring more good things.

Ah Zhong is a person who hates work, always thinking of finishing the work in one go, hearing Jing Xiaotian's instructions, he immediately rushed home, took the old ox and the tools for raking the field, and went to the field to prepare the water for planting seedlings.

Lunch was about to come, but he refused to wait long, and hurried into the field as if he were about to plant rice.

Jing Xiaotian couldn't help but persuade: "Uncle Zhong, the work in the field is not in a hurry, the seedlings will have to wait a few days before they can be planted in the ground, early and late, the impact is not big, you better have lunch and then go over." ”

"Let those boys send me over, and by the way, leave them in the fields, and spend the whole day at home, and spoil them." After Ah Zhong finished speaking, he took the cow away by himself.

After lunch, Jing Xiaotian really sent Li Wei, Li Yong and Zhao Dan to the field, she actually agreed with Ah Zhong's statement, she couldn't let them idle at home.

She herself calmed down and pondered about homemade toffee.

Thinking about it, I always feel that the big earthen stove at home is really not easy to control, and if you don't pay attention to it, you have to stick to the pan, and the sugar you make will definitely have a smell of smoke, which tastes weird, and if you don't get it right, it will affect the entire market prospect of toffee, so this first step must definitely be designed well, and you can only succeed and not fail.

After thinking about it, he didn't think of a good solution, and Jing Xiaotian's temples had begun to ache faintly.

She frowned, got up and picked up her sword, came to the courtyard, and practiced one by one.