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He Xinru, a medical student, found a few wax plums in the field, with thin branches and no leaves, golden flowers, and just blooming. He picked a dozen sprigs and came back, saying that soaking in water and drinking them could cure coughs.

The days began to get longer. The unruly hunter entered the Mangai Wasteland again, bringing back a thousand rounds of ammunition and thirty pounds of salt.

With bullets, hunting resumes. On the twenty-eighth day of the Lunar New Year, Lu Tianxi had great luck and killed a roe deer. On Chinese New Year's Eve, the exiles ate hot meat dumplings.

The Spring Festival in the wasteland is as usual, and there is no red paper blessing word. Mao Zhigang made two pairs of long wooden boards and invited people who were good at calligraphy to write Spring Festival couplets.

A pair of couplets were erected outside each of the two earth kilns.

The man's side is Wu Rui's "A round of bright moon, the breeze on the four walls"; On the woman's side, Lin Qian wrote "The country is in the painting, and the spirit is Lingyun".

In March, the snow faded, but the permafrost remained unmelted.

Spring ploughing is on the agenda.

Northeast wheat has a saying of "planting on ice and harvesting on fire", and sowing is the norm.

Luo Shili loaded the plough of the combine cultivator onto the tractor, Yuan Wending drove the machine, and Martin was responsible for adding firewood to the boiler, and they turned the ground and drew circles along the perimeter of the 200 acres of cultivation area that Cao Dong had planned.

It's not that I don't want to have many varieties, but there are so many wheat seeds.

The cultivated area is rectangular in shape, 200 meters wide and 700 meters long. The clumsy ploughshare ploughs up the frozen soil and draws a barrier.

From time to time, the ploughshare turns out hibernating marmots, all fat and strong, bigger than cats!

Several boys couldn't help but want to catch rats and eat meat, but they were stopped by Wu Rui and He Xinru.

"I don't want to live!"

"Do you want to get the plague!"

As their horizons broadened, ordinary people in Daqi gradually understood the horrors of the Black Death in the Middle Ages. The new territory of the North Court had several small outbreaks of plague in previous years, causing alarm throughout the country. Fortunately, the Ministry of Health has a mature quarantine and isolation system, so as not to cause a catastrophe.

Wu Rui is a biology major, He Xinru is a medical major, and the two of them said the word "plague" as a great deterrent, and the onlookers immediately dispersed, and Jin Tong couldn't help but feel worried.

Did he know that in the 21st century, people often die of predatory marmots, and more than 100 people in Outer Mongolia are infected with plague every year because of eating marmots?

Although the possibility of infection is not great, once infected, there is no way to treat it in the wilderness, and there is only one way to die.

Each man went back to his assigned work.

The tractor marched alone, and the daring wolves followed in groups of three or five. The marmots, which were suddenly exposed, were preyed upon by wolves before they woke up from their sleep.

The two people driving the tractor were so frightened that they didn't dare to turn back, but just circled around again and again. When the barrier expanded to twenty meters wide, they realized that the wolves had already fed.

So, the preparations are complete.

One day in late March, the weather was sunny and the wind was not strong, which was a good time to burn the wasteland.

At eight o'clock in the morning, everyone stood in a row, and Wu Rui held a torch high. He turned his head to look at the comrades around him, and everyone had anticipation on their faces.

Wu Rui threw down the torch and set fire to the 200-meter-wide grassland. The fire started very small and burned slowly, but the smoke grew thick and the flames rose three meters high.

The fire took advantage of the wind and burned all the way, and the animals hidden in the wild grass were panicked by the sudden fire, and all kinds of birds spread their wings and flew away, looking for another way to survive. Foxes, hares, and weasels were also expelled and fled in confusion.

In less than an hour, the entire tillage area was overheated. Because of the effective isolation, the wildfire was not allowed to escape. But the grass was too thick, and the smoke was not exhausted after the wildfire, and the experienced Martin pinched his fingers and said that it would take at least five hours to really burn.

After burning, the earth leaves a thick layer of ashes.

The next step is to turn over the ground.

The entire area was carefully cleaned a month ago, and all the large and small stones were picked up. The tractor drove in, the grass and trees were dusty, and the cars and people could not be seen from a distance, only a black fog.

Yuan Wending and Martin jumped out of the tractor, escaped from the dust area, and coughed frantically. Their hands and faces were black, and only their teeth were white.

Martin cried bitterly: "Mother, I can't open my mouth, I can't open my eyes, I'm choking!" ”

Yuan Wending spit out a mouthful of black phlegm, "It's not dry, it's not dry, I don't even have a mask!" Damn, this is! ”

Wu Rui gathered everyone together and rearranged the shift. Everyone must be educated in the most strenuous labor, with no exceptions. Well, except for Jin Jing.

Without a mask, wrap your head around your face with a scarf, revealing only your two eyes.

The steam tractor dragged the five-plough plough, and the shining plough slashed into the chest of the moor, turning up the bars. Cao Dong leaned down and pinched a handful of mud, rubbed it in his hand, put it under his nose and sniffed, and praised: "What a fat ground!" ”

Less than 10 minutes after the reclamation began, Luo Shili found that due to the entangled and elastic roots of the grassroots, the soil clods that had been turned up often stood upright without turning the buckle or fell back without turning the buckle. He hurriedly called a halt and modified the ploughshare.

There are many spare parts for the combine cultivator, and Luo Shili picked out some of them, easily lengthened the extension plate of the plough wall, and quickly added support rods.

Jin Tong helped to help, and seeing that he was modifying with ease, he said enviously, "Transformers, this is!" You can change it however you want. ”

Luo Shili was happy in his heart, "I said it earlier, the combined cultivator is good, it is good!" ”

After a toss and turn, the effect was immediate, and the phenomenon of standing and returning to the land was greatly reduced, and after four days, the turning over was completed.

But this is only the first step of "land preparation", and the next step is to rake the land, suppress, level, sow seeds, and ridge ......

Farming is not easy!

Fortunately, there are Luo Shili and a steam tractor, as well as the unscientific "combined cultivator".

The reason why it is not scientific is because this experimental equipment can be disassembled, reassembled, and installed from a ploughshare into a rotary tiller, and can also be transformed into a suppressor, not to mention the one-piece ridge forming seeder that breaks through the sky.

The only problem is, it's too complicated! It's so complicated that Luo Shili has to scratch his head. In the absence of drawings, even high-achieving students majoring in mechanical engineering have to rack their brains to successfully deform.

This is simply a monster that does not consider the actual difficulty of operation, and completely takes the universality of parts as the highest design principle.

No wonder "such a useful machine" was left idle by the reclamation group.

The last day of March is sowing day.

The eight people in the shift came to the field and saw Luo Shili and Yuan Wending connecting the intricate seeder to the tractor, and the wheat seeds in sacks were stacked next to the tractor.

The seeder is an evolution of the ancient cocoon cart and combines three seeding boxes. Each planting box has two landing bars and is operated by two people.

So it was divided into two people for the driving group and six people for the three seeding groups.

This is not a heavy job, mainly to load the box with wheat and stand on the machine to lift the operating lever.

Jin Jing also joined in, and the brother and sister naturally joined a group.

Originally, Jin Tong carried the sack and poured the seeds, but Jin Jing didn't want to be underestimated, so he also went to the ground to carry a bag of seeds and ran to the planter.

She accidentally got mixed up with a clod of dirt on the ground and fell. Jin Tong hurriedly ran over and pulled open the sack that was pressing on her lap and helped her up.

"Did the fall hurt?"

"It's okay!" Jin Jing didn't care and patted the soil on his body.

Seeing that he was fine, Jin Tong smiled and said, "It's a good thing to beat him more!" ”

Quietly "um", picked up the sack, and ran to the planter.

Jin Tong looked at her back and suddenly felt a little relieved.

The planting bins of all three groups were filled with wheat and the machines were started. Each of them pulled down the landing pole beside him, and the wheat seeds were evenly sown into the earth like a trickle.

The tractor pulls the seeder and roars forward, and the integrated machine completes ridge formation, sowing, mulching, and suppression at one time.

A ridge, a back and forth for dozens of minutes.

The wind raised the dust, and the pioneers were all "full of dust and smoke", but none of them complained.

It is crucial that the leaks in the planting box are clear. Martin once said a proverb, "A man is wrong for a moment, and a man is wrong for a year." If the seeds do not flow, it will cause a missed seeding, which means a reduced yield.

So everyone on the side of the box has a thin wooden pole in their hands, and from time to time they open the lid of the box, poke it, and check it.

Everyone takes the seeds very seriously, because it is about whether they can be self-sufficient, whether they can eat enough to survive next winter.

The 200 acres of land are not large, and before dusk, the wheat seeds have been sown.

A few days later, the first rain fell.

The fertile soil of black oil sucks the milk of nature. Spring dyes a pale green world with careless dots of pen and ink.

After the success of spring sowing, we can harvest grain in August.

As a celebration, someone proposed to "let go of eating and drinking, and have a lot of luxury", which was unanimously approved. In order to treat everyone, the kitchen duty was adjusted to four people, led by one step.

When the grass is close but there is no season, the wild vegetables have not yet grown; There is not much cabbage left in winter storage; Because of the busy farming, the hunting has stopped, and the meat has long been depleted.

The spices, sauce and vinegar are eaten, and only salt is left in the condiments. In order to make everyone eat better, they used precious white sugar, just to add some sweetness.

Step one person tried his best to be creative and made the wheat flour into flowers. There are cabbage buns, cabbage pies, cabbage dumplings, noodles, hair cakes, pancakes, sweet, salty, steamed, and baked.

Everyone huddles in the kitchen and chooses their favorite food. Everyone laughed at the beginning, saying that whoever married her in the future would be blessed, she was a good cook.

Bu Yiren said angrily: "The old lady will not marry anyone!" Don't get married for the rest of your life! ”

One sugar pie per person, Lu Tianxi snatched two from the freshly baked cake and dedicated it to Xu Jingjing. Since the time Xu Jingjing helped him put on a cotton jacket when he dug the well, he has been obsessed.

However, Xu Jingjing shook her head at him with pity on her face, "Forgive me for not accepting it!" The pie should be salty, the sweet pie is heretical......"

Jin Tong squatted at the door of the kitchen, like an old farmer, holding a big bowl of noodles, Jin Jing took a cabbage pie, stood next to him and took a small bite, eating while looking at his brother.

Jin Tong looked up and saw that she didn't belong, so he stuffed the chopsticks into her hand, "Want to eat this?" Give it a try. ”

"Oh," Jin Jing squatted down and took two bites, pursed his lips, and returned the chopsticks to him, "No taste......"

"It's a picky eater, what do you want if you have a salty taste!" Jin Tong continued to gulp down the noodles.

Half of the pie was bitten, and Jin Jing stopped eating it.

She stuffed half a pie into an iron lunch box along with two sugar cakes.

"Sugar cakes will be eaten as a snack tomorrow, one for each person!"

"It's not good when it's cold!" Jin Tong reminded.

"You're not going to be hot!" Jin Jing said disdainfully.

Jin Tong ate the noodles and wiped them clean, stretched out his hand and said, "Don't be hot, I'll eat it now, bring it." ”

"Don't give it!" Jin Jing grimaced.

"Okay, you want to be alone!"

Jin Jing ran away, stood a few meters away and laughed: "If you want to eat, come and catch me!" ”

Jin Tong smiled and shook his head, "I'm going to wash the dishes!" ”

Today it was his turn to be on duty. But don't worry, let's wait until everyone has finished eating, and wash separately and waste hot water.

The kitchen was full of people, and before the dumplings came out of the pot, a group of people were surrounding.

Jin Tong was already full, he put the bowl into the wooden basin and went out of the kitchen.

Jin Jing ran over and grabbed his arm, "Brother, you're so boring!" Don't even play with me! ”

"Okay, good, play with you! What do you want to play? ”

"I don't want to play now, I want to eat something delicious!"

"What's delicious? Sugar cakes are not tasty? ”

"What is a sugar cake, I want to eat bean flour cake, twist cream fried cake, rock sugar gourd, donkey rolling sugar ears, ......" Jin Jing seemed to talk about cross talk, and reported more than a dozen Dijing snacks in one go.

Jin Tong's face was embarrassed, "Little ancestor, your brother and I are not immortals, where can I get these!" ”

"Humph! I'll just talk about it, I don't really want to eat it......" Jin Jing let go of his brother's arm, opened the lunch box, took out a piece of sugar cake and handed it to him.

"Good-" Jin Tong gave his sister a reward for touching her head.

"Actually, I want to eat my mother's jajangmyeon the most." Jin Jing said casually as if she had no intention.

The sugar cake stopped at 0.01 centimeter from his lips, and Jin Tong froze for two seconds before returning the sugar cake to his sister.

"Suddenly you don't want to eat sweet, you put it away and keep it as a snack......"

Jin Jing was unconscious, and happily put away the cakes, happy as a squirrel hoarding acorns.