In previous years, when there was a shortage of crops in March and April, the grain in the rice shop would rise slightly compared with the autumn harvest. The sun has been shining for more than a month, and the price of the rice sold in the rice store has also risen rapidly, and before you know it, it has become fifty percent more expensive. The worst part is to start a limited supply.

Just when everyone was worried about the price of rice, hoping that God would rain nectar and not delay the cultivation of seedlings, a sudden spring cold made the weather suddenly return from the warm spring to the harsh winter. It snowed twice in a row, and from a certain point of view, it really moistened the land, and the problem also froze to death the new seedlings of the seedlings.

Rao is on Lijiatun's side, and most of the people earned a lot of silver taels because of a processed vermicelli noodle the year before, and they had a fat year. At this time, because of this cold spring, I almost returned to the pre-liberation period. The agricultural season must not be delayed, no, the weather is only a little warmer, and every household is seizing the time to re-cultivate new seedlings.

It's a pity that once and again, the agricultural time is still delayed.

"Her father, have all the seedlings in the field been planted?" As soon as Aunt Mihua saw her man Li Zhengji, she hurriedly asked.

"It's all planted." Li Zhengji put the farm tools in his hand back to the firewood room, took the big bowl brought by Mi Hua, and drank several sips of water.

It's a relief.

Li Zhengji exhaled a long breath, somewhat regretful in his heart.

According to the custom of the Apocalypse Dynasty, on the third day of the first lunar month, they began to visit relatives and friends and greet each other until the fifteenth day of the first lunar month. On the fourth day of the first lunar month, Bao Zi's father once reminded Li Zhengji that it was better to delay the spring sowing of seedlings for a few days by visiting each other to pay New Year's greetings.

Pity. Li Zhengji promised well at that time, but when it was time to sow the seedlings, he didn't listen to Baozi's father's advice, and still raised the seedlings according to the time of the previous year. If you want to say this, you really can't blame Li Zhengji. Don't forget the five-room branch of the Li family, although the family has been separated, but the head father Li Pingxi is still there, and the most important thing is to compete with Li Zhengji's family, and his younger brother Li Zhengxiang's family lives next door. Spring plowing and autumn harvest or something belong to collective activities, and almost every household is busy breeding spring ploughing. There was no movement at all. It's always easy to criticize. In addition, Li Zhengji is somewhat lucky.

Who would have thought that in the days when the seedlings were raised, not a drop of rain fell. It is also thanks to the fact that Lijiatun is the base camp of the Li family, and the location of the Li family is not bad, and most of them are close to the river. It's not like the Nishimuratou side.

But that's right. Nursery days. Every family has to keep an eye on the seedlings in their fields so as not to die of thirst. I finally got through it and raised the seedlings, and then the seedlings were divided. And day and night to seize the time to plow, who would have thought that there would be two heavy snowfalls in a row. The fragile seedlings in this field were frozen to death from frostbite at least five or six out of ten, and half of them were lost, and most of them were wiped out.

"It's good to plant it. Dad, don't be sad. Aunt Mihua habitually patted the dust on her body, lowered her voice and said softly, "It's really not good, let's go to the town......"

Aunt Mihua was so relieved by Li Zhengji. Li Zhengji squatted on the stone steps at the door of the house without saying a word, and after a long time, he said, "I'll go to my father's place first, and you can eat first." ”

Before the words fell, Li Zhengji walked out of his yard with his hands behind his back and went to his father next door.

"Mother, I'm hungry. When is it time to eat? Not long after Li Zhengji left, Li Junjin hurriedly ran in from outside, and his originally thin and bloodless little face could be regarded as fatter after these days of recuperation. Because of running, Li Junjian's breath was a little unstable.

"Oh, my little ancestor. Why are you running around again? "For the only son in her family who was born prematurely, Aunt Mihua is inevitably extra worried, for fear of a case.

"Mother, it's okay. I looked at the little wood. Cuihua smiled and said, seeing that her mother's face seemed to be displeased, she hurriedly said, "Didn't Liu Er say it, let Xiaomu not always be locked up at home on weekdays, and should be properly active......

It's all their own baby, where Aunt Mihua doesn't understand. Of course, if it weren't for the conditioning prescription given by the girl Qiliu, his only son would be much healthier than before, and it would be impossible for Aunt Mihua to turn a blind eye and let the second daughter reincarnated by the monkey mess around.

"Okay, okay, hurry up and wash and change your clothes. After a while, when your father comes back, the meal will be served. ”

"Hey~" After Cuihua playfully stuck out her tongue, she took her little brother Li Junjin's hand and went to the kitchen.

The other family, almost at the same time, compared to the relaxed atmosphere of the Mihua family, Li Zhengxiang's house was more like a battlefield that had just ended the battle. After more than half a month of recuperation, the injury on Li Zhengxiang's head has almost healed. Even after the accident, the second room of the Li family brought a lot of gifts, but in the end, the things that fell into Li Zhengxiang's room were far less than Li Wu expected. For this reason, Li Wu's heart was somewhat unhappy.

And this discomfort has been held in Li Wu's heart until this seedling spring ploughing. The rice seeds used by Li Zhengji's family were provided by Li Junran, and compared with the best rice varieties of the Tianqi Dynasty, the advantages were quite obvious in terms of germination rate and cold and frost resistance.

If it weren't for the fact that I didn't want to be too scary, I would have lost some of the high-grade rice seeds produced by the Apocalypse Dynasty, and this time the spring cold attacked, Aunt Mihua's family would not need to re-raise seedlings and re-sow them at all. But Rao only injured fifty percent, or let Li Wu, who was already holding his breath, jump up and down.

I felt that I was still a sick patient and needed to recuperate for a few more days, but I was forced by my own Lao Tzu to go to the field to replant, and Li Zhengxiang, who was too tired, was so troubled by Li Wu's family, if he could not be angry, it would not be Li Zhengxiang. As a result, Mars collided with the earth and directly staged a dragon and phoenix fight.

After a while, Li Zhengxiang's house was like a typhoon passing through.

The old saying doesn't always say, if you don't do it, you won't die. That's true.

Compared with the big war on Li Zhengxiang's side, the Xu family in Fu'an Village is not having an easy time. Although the second day of the Lantern Festival was over, soybeans went to the door. Not only did he send the rent-free lease contract of five acres of land for each of the two uncles of the Xu family to the two uncles of the Xu family, but also handed over the rice seeds that Li Junran specially prepared for planting five acres of land to the two uncles of the Xu family in the form of temporary arrears. Of course, for the matters that should be reminded, Huang Dou also followed Li Junran's instructions and kindly reminded him word for word.

It's a pity that one of the two uncles of the Xu family was skeptical, and in the end, because he was worried that the farming time would not wait for anyone, he chose the farming experience passed down from his ancestors, and the other simply listened to it.

The results can be imagined.

The only thing to be thankful for is that Li Junran's rice seed is still good, and the loss is only fifty percent. (To be continued.) )