When the fish pond was dug to more than half, the spring rain was dripping down, and the entire Zuohua Mountain was shrouded in wind and rain, and in the continuous spring rain, it felt that the whole world was hazy.

Later generations have a poem: "There is no rain on the mountain road, and the empty green is wet." ”

Later generations still have poems: "The spring rain is as expensive as oil, it flows all over the streets, slips and falls, and laughs at a herd of cattle."

The spring rain fell as scheduled, and it was not only the people in Wuzhuang Guan who were happy, but also the cattle in the village. Although the cattle in the village were not laughed to death, they were about to be strangled to death.

There is no other reason, too much feed.

A few days ago, the Mu family came again, and this time the person who came claimed to be Mu Shijiu, who was the new manager of the Chenzhou branch, and his words were very respectful. With the arrival of Mu Shijiu, he not only brought a large amount of wine lees and paper, pen and inkstone, but also brought a piece of news, saying that after his young master dealt with the affairs of the Mu family, he continued to come to the throne of the respected master and continued to serve Lu Xiaolangjun.

No matter how long the processing period of Mu's new and old alternates is, the things brought by Mu's make Wuzhuang extremely satisfied.

First of all, the Mu clan brought a batch of new grain, saying that it was the young master's gift to the partner. This made the people in the mountain gate, who felt that there was not enough food at almost any time, finally have a little smile on their faces.

Secondly, Mu brought a lot of pen, ink, paper and inkstone, saying that it was given to the classmates of the second young master, which made the little beans who had been writing in the sand have a good impression of this fat classmate. Liu Jiaxiao Lori even said that the next time Mu came to class, she could consider giving him the high-ranking position of the study committee.

In the end, the Mu family also brought gifts to other people in the mountain village, each family according to the number of people, a piece of cloth, two catties of bacon, although it is nothing for the Rijin Dou Jindi Mu family, but for this mountain village, it is not a light courtesy.

Seeing that the cows in the village were pulled away and returned with their backs full of ground, Lu Zhe knew that in order to eliminate the footprints and traces of humans and animals in the woods, the Ying family had to be busy for a while.

Instead of being rude, Lu Zhe also took out the book "Arithmetic for Lower Grades" that he had compiled in the past few days, handed it to Mu Shijiu, and asked him to bring it to Mu Huaiwei who was outside the mountain.

This is an extremely important thing, this Mu Nineteen, like Mu Seventeen, is also the son of the Du family, he grew up in the Du family, so he naturally knows how amazing what this immortal disciple has learned, and he also knows how deep his young master's obsession with worshipping under his door is. It is said that this immortal disciple is not used to eating coarse salt, so he made it at will, and the problem of watching the fish will be two stones, which is also spread all over the world, and no one can solve it, so he naturally did not dare to slack off on the knowledge written by this little immortal, so he carefully washed his hands, sorted out his robe, and respectfully took the wooden box containing the manuscript paper in Lu Zhe's hand, and did not dare to look at it more.

Mu Nineteen, who received what the little immortal had learned, didn't dare to delay, didn't even eat lunch, and immediately went out of the mountain, preparing to quickly send the knowledge of this immortal disciple to his own young master.

Along with the book, there is also a letter from Lu Zhe, which not only expressed his condolences for Du Jingfu's untimely death, but also advised him to study hard every day, and then attached a method called "micro-business" with the letter.

Of course, in order to maintain the mystery of the mountain gate, Lu Zhe asked the ghost elder for the poison of the ghost sect, which was a weakened version of the poison coated on the Qing Capsule Sutra, which was carefully smeared on the surface of the book, and the antidote was smeared on the letter paper, and the credit fire paint was sealed, and repeatedly instructed Mu Nineteen to bring the words over, and only Mu Huaiwei could see the things in it, and let him not be lazy to study.

If Mu Huaiwei respects the teacher, then he will definitely read the letter first, and then turn the book, then it will be fine. If he only reads the letter and does not read the book, or vice versa, then either he does not respect the teacher, or he is lazy in his studies and is red and swollen, it is considered an immortal thaumaturgy.

Of course, if the people of the Mu clan are curious and secretly open the wooden box, they will definitely not dare to open the letter sealed by fire paint, then if they only turn the book, they will also be tricked.

In fact, whether it is on a letter paper or a book, it is also a poison, which will cause redness, swelling and stinging similar to allergic reactions to people who come into contact with it, but it will not be fatal, and it will be fine after seven days, but only by contacting two kinds of medicine powder at the same time can the medicinal properties be neutralized. Moreover, Lu Zhe strongly suspected that it was an allergen, according to Elder Ghost, as long as he came into contact with the medicinal powder on the letter, the medicinal powder in the book would have no effect on this person.

Fighting poison with poison, biochemical weapons, this thing of the ghost sect, it is really ghostly. Lu Zhe couldn't help but sigh, and even wanted the people of the Mu clan to peek at the books in the box, so that his identity as an immortal disciple was confirmed.

After sending Mu Seventeen away, Lu Zhe looked at what the future student had sent this time, and he was quite satisfied.

There are a lot of newly delivered sake lees, and the cattle in the village eat extremely happily, and they are quite happy to think about it, but what makes Niu and Lu Zhe even happier is not only the new sake lees delivered. Rather—

Alfalfa grows on the mountain.

Alfalfa is known as excellent livestock feed because it contains more vitamin K than all vegetables.

However, the most suitable grass for pasture is alfalfa, not the "southern alfalfa" native to China in the Zuohua Mountains, but it is also very popular with cattle and sheep.

How did Lu Zhe know the alfalfa in the mountains? It turns out that alfalfa is a kind of wild vegetable, and its other name can be famous in the Yangtze River Delta region in later generations, that is, the grass head (golden cauliflower) that Jiangsu and Zhejiang people love to eat in spring.

Wine herb head, grass head fried dumplings, grass head cake, grass head white clam soup, are all the later generations of Jiangsu and Zhejiang people, found in the spring a fresh taste.

As a senior foodie, Lu Zhe recognized at a glance the grass head that made him fragrant in later generations, and tried to let the villagers cut some of the feed added to the herd.

But one day, after the cold grass head and grass head fish and bean dregs cake appeared in the village canteen, everyone gave a thumbs up to this inconspicuous wild vegetable, oh, yes, the ancients didn't use this gesture, this gesture was taught by Lu Zhe to these ancients, they felt that it was simple and easy to use, and gradually used it, of course, it was only limited to teenagers, and it was even more difficult for you to let the adults and even elders in the village make this kind of gesture than killing them.

The whole village, both human and livestock, is so enthusiastic about alfalfa that the alfalfa in Zuohua Mountain has decreased dramatically. Lu Zhe had to popularize the concept of sustainable development to the elders, but he was suppressed by the ghost elders.

"What do you say! This grass is born to raise, this year after digging next year will grow again, how can it be so delicate, there is a risk of being cut off, do not hurry up to dig some, then if the village is short of food, but also rely on this thing. These were Elder Deng's exact words.

The views of the elders and the villagers are very simple, that is, everything is based on the premise of not being hungry, this wild vegetable did not know that it could be eaten before, but now that it is known, how can there be a reason to let it go, dig some and save it first, and save some is some, who knows if it will be hungry this year, and it is always right to save more food.

The soul of the later generations who came to the material abundance also understood the nervous attitude of the ancients towards food, just like the people who came over during the three-year difficult period, compared with the post-90s and post-00s, they always seem to be more selfish, not because of their low quality, because they are hungry and afraid.

Therefore, in the continuous spring rain, whether it is a human or a beast, the stomachs of Wuzhuang Guan are mixed with a round. Fortunately, there is no shortage of salt, and a lot of grass is made into pickles and stored.

But Lu Zhe, who was thinking about the plan for the silage of cattle in the second half of the year, asked the villagers to help him open a piece of land and plant alfalfa at the cost of a bottle of spirits.

Although Lu Zhe's behavior once again made the villagers a little dumbfounded, he found that since this philosopher Langjun was taught by the immortals, he had always been like this, and what he planted was also considered food, so he didn't say much.

Thanks to the help of Quyuan plough and ploughing oxen, this year's spring ploughing was not only completed ahead of schedule, but also many families planted more grain than in the past.

In fact, during this time, the staple food of the village people was bean dregs and wild vegetables, and the taste was not bad.

After the cultivation is finally completed, do you think the villagers can rest for a while? No! There's still a lot of work.

Since tofu, bean sprouts, mushrooms and other things were developed by this Lu Xiaolangjun, the villagers have paid more and more attention to the output in the mountains and forests. Many people who have cultivated the wasteland in the mountains have set aside a lot of land to grow soybeans. At this time, spring came, yang energy breeded, all things sprouted, and the villagers embarked on the road of "relying on the mountains to eat the mountains" in addition to digging fish ponds.

Pick fungus, dig wild vegetables, dig spring bamboo shoots. The women and the boys would go into the mountains whenever they had time, and bring back a lot of mountain goods, and occasionally catch hares and pheasants, and give them to the canteen, where they would have a fragrant broth to drink in the evening.

There are so many mountain goods, it doesn't matter if you can't eat them for a while, they are dried and stored, as long as they can be eaten, they are stored by the villagers with great enthusiasm.

Men's work is also more arduous, digging fish ponds, repairing houses, cutting bamboo and building fences, all of which are heavy physical labor. Moreover, after the alfalfa field was ready, Lu Zhe had already told the village elders and the forest carpenter next door about the pattern and ideas of the waterwheel, which received great attention from the village, and the forest carpenter put down the work in his hand and went into the mountains to cut wood every day with his son, while Elder Deng ran around the mountains every day, and together with Lu Zhe, he hoped to find the best place to place the waterwheel.

Even the little beans have more homework every day, and there is also an extra job to collect chicken and duck manure.

The small mountain village, under the blowing of the spring breeze, is slowly becoming full of vitality like a young girl, and the villagers are full of hope for this year.

Although these changes seem inconspicuous, and the villagers who work hard every day to cause these changes feel that they are nothing, but in the eyes of the elders and outsiders, the changes are not small.

"The mountain gate really has its extraordinary, the old have support, the young have learned, and it is really like a paradise." Sun Simiao, who visited again, said to Elder Ming and Elder Ghost with a smile.

"Humph!" It was still the ghost elder who answered him, and he snorted coldly.

"We've lived in the mountains for a long time, but we've just had some wild fun." Elder Ming, who was wearing a newly-made spring shirt, stood under the pear tree in his house, looking at the clean streets of the village with a smile, as well as the children who were raising chickens and ducks and memorizing texts at the same time, and there was a little smile on his face, looking quite self-proud.

"That's all because my family has a thousand miles of horses." Looking at the bottom of the mountain, Lu Zhe, who was reciting the text of Xiaodouding, couldn't help but recite the two lines of poetry that Lu Zhe read when he was preparing to make a fire on the kang that day.

"The white horse is in the valley of the sky."

"A bunch of raw swords, its people are like jade." Elder Ghost and Sun Simiao also involuntarily read the next sentence.

Hum! Realizing that he had read the next sentence with his old rival in a heart-to-heart manner, Elder Ghost couldn't help but flick his sleeves and snort coldly again.

"The old ghost." Looking at the appearance of the ghost elder and the old child, Sun Simiao couldn't help but laugh dumbly, and even Elder Ming couldn't help but laugh a little.

Hahahaha-In front of Elder Ming's plain stone house, there was the hearty laughter of the old people, echoing in the spring breeze.