made an agreement with Grandpa, although it didn't help, but Chen Ping didn't plan to do it alone.

It rained overnight, and in the early morning only a drizzle was left flying. Chen Ping took the hat hanging on the wall of the hall, rolled up his trouser legs, and continued his morning jog on the muddy country road, rain or shine.

When he arrived at the old willow tree, Chen Ping habitually raised his eyes and found that a petite figure was by the river rock, still wearing clothes.

"Can I dry my laundry on a rainy day?" Isn't this lady a cleanliness fetish, it's winter in October, plus a rain, the temperature is already low, and there is a change of clothes, Chen Ping has questions.

The river water was really cold, Chen Ya's little hands were red, and she skillfully wrung out the washed clothes, grabbed the soap mud on the side, smeared it, and rubbed it.

"The rain will stop later." Chen Ya has a soaphorn tree at home, but she doesn't care about the amount of soap mud, "My mother said that you should bathe every day, so that you can be clean." ”

"Why do you want to be so clean?" Chen Ping squatted down and buckled his hat on Chen Ya's head, "Why don't you bring a coat when you go out?" ”

After getting along for so many days, I ate the same crisp cake yesterday, which can be regarded as a morning friend. Chen Ping knew that Chen Ya had a well in her house, and there was definitely no shortage of clothes, but this girl was still washing clothes by the river.

"If you bring it, you can't see it clearly, and your clothes can't be washed clean." The hair was a little big for Chen Ya, and her face was in the dark.

"Why is it so clean? I think you're clean right now. Chen Ping helped him straighten the hat.

"Because it's clean, people like it." Chen Ya said seriously, "This is what my mother said." ”

"Is your mother right?" Chen Ping couldn't help but want to give this girl another trick to see how she reacted.

It's also addictive.

"Mother's words can't be wrong." Chen Ya pouted, seemingly dissatisfied with Chen Ping.

"But I liked you when you didn't bathe often before." Chen Ping smiled, "Does this mean that your mother is wrong?" ”

Chen Ya was silent for a moment, her hands stirring her clothes.

"You lie, you only came to my house to steal eggs before, and you scared me so that I was not allowed to tell my mother. But now, you'll talk to me every day. Chen Ya said.

Chen Ping was speechless, receiving this body, his memory was shattered, but he didn't expect that this guy had actually scared Chen Ya before.

Don't you think your actions have not been discovered? How do you look at the situation, it seems that there is still an element of intimidation?

Thinking about giving her a set, it didn't work out, but it strengthened her belief. Chen Ping coughed twice and said, "Well, I will talk to you every day in the future, okay?" I'll tell you the story, listen? ”

"Story?"

"Yes. Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai, oh, no, this is not for you to listen to, wait a few years, it will be a thousand and one nights, you must like it. Chen Ping said.

Chen Ya nodded, still a little hazy, not understanding what Chen Ping was going to say, her cheeks under the two horns were a little ruddy, and she was excited. I don't understand it, but it looks amazing.

"In exchange, would you like to get me more of your little black hair?" Chen Ping showed his tail, and without waiting for Chen Ya to object, he started to speak, "It is said that once upon a time, there was an emperor who killed the empress because of her misbehavior, and every time he married a girl in the future, he would kill him the next day, and our story began here......"

A story of Aladdin and the magic lamp, replacing the magic in it with immortal methods, after Chen Ping finished speaking, the rain also stopped, and then he ran towards the river beach with steps.

Behind her, the girl standing by the river stone raised her face and looked at Chen Ping's back, her serious little face melted, revealing a smile with some expectation.

After the morning run, Chen Ping washed the mud on his feet by the river and went to Chen Erniu's house in the east of the village. "Brother Ping, you're here." Chen Erniu smiled and looked at Chen Ping's hands.

Chen Erniu's family also had a courtyard originally, but later because of his mother's illness, the original garden and mansion were sold and replaced with a broken thatched hut.

"I didn't bring anything to eat this time." Chen Ping said, "I'm not looking for you, I'm looking for Uncle Blacksmith." ”

Uncle Blacksmith is Chen Erniu's father, Chen Hecai, who is striking iron, hearing Chen Ping like this, he looked at it strangely, and the hammer in his hand did not stop.

"I'd like to discuss something with Uncle Blacksmith." Although the thatched hut was leaking rain, the charcoal fire in the furnace was very strong, Chen Ping got closer, afraid that he was young Chen Hecai and didn't listen, and further said, "It's a money-making business." ”

"Why are you so young that you don't learn well, but you learn from that merchant?" Chen Hecai put down the hammer in his hand, and his arms were very thick because of the perennial iron, and on such a cold day, he was only wearing a linen short coat, revealing strong muscles.

"Businessmen can make money, bring food, and make life better. Merchants are heavy on profits, and their profit-seeking nature is not liked by scholars who pay attention to morality, and merchants do not guard the land, so they have always been discriminated against, but Chen Ping has a different view.

"Or do you want to build that fire scythe?" Chen Hecai did not continue to argue with Chen Ping, and it could be seen from his tone that Chen Ping's words did not have much effect on him.

It's no wonder that it's unrealistic to change a person's perception for decades with a sentence or two.

"Of course, I still need the fire sickle, but I'm here to talk to Uncle Blacksmith about another thing." Chen Ping pointed to a plough by the stove and said, "I want to change this slightly." ”

Chen Ping took out a piece of paper that had been prepared in his coat pocket a long time ago, and drew a picture on it, and unfolded it flat for Chen Hecai to see.

"Change this place to Quyuan." Chen Ping pointed to one of the roads on the map, which was carpentry work, and pointed to another place, "The angle between the ploughshare and the ploughshare wall should be changed to form an arc, so that the soil will not be so laborious when ploughing the land." ”

The acres of land in the north of Chen Pingjia Village have not been turned over, although wheat seeds can be planted without turning the soil, but in this era of lack of fertilizer, its yield is bound to be greatly reduced, Chen Ping wants not only to grow wheat, but to grow high-yield wheat.

At this time, the plough is still a straight plow, and the connection angle between the ploughshare and the plough wall is not labor-saving enough, and the whole plough is very laborious to use. Sometimes it is even necessary to use two oxen to pull a plow, which is not cost-effective.

After Chen Ping's transformation, only one ox is needed to plough the half acre of land, Chen Ping feels that he doesn't need Chen's father, and he can control it alone.

I've done this before, it's nothing more than a change of era, a different body, and another time.

"How did you come up with that?" After pondering for a long time, Chen He raised his head, his gaze was completely different from before, and it was obvious that he also recognized the benefits of such a change.

Chen Ping smiled, thinking that after I came here for more than a thousand years, my hands-on ability may be a little worse, but I must know it clearly.

This is unspeakable, Chen Ping said: "Uncle Blacksmith, do you think it can be done?" This part needs a carpenter, I wonder if Uncle Blacksmith knows him? ”

"No, I'll do it." Chen Hecai shook his head, he has been dealing with farm tools all year round, and there are wooden structures on farm tools, so he will do some carpentry work while doing it, and it is not difficult to make a curve.

As he spoke, Chen Hecai found the tools, and then directly dismantled the original plow. After doing it for a while, he found that Chen Ping was still by his side, and said, "You go back first, and come back in three days." ”

Chen Ping nodded, looking at Chen Hecai's appearance, Qu Yuanli's problem was solved. As for the cows, tell a story during tomorrow's morning run, which, by the way, should not be a problem.

Maizi's matter was settled, and Chen Ping went home to help with the rice.

For three days, the sky was cloudy, but fortunately, there was no rain, and nearly half of the rice at home was scooped, and the rice seeds for the next year were selected, and the rest of the rice was stored.

Ten and a half acres of land, to be all beaten into rice, in fact, is not much, about 14 stones, from which minus the field rent and the grain and rice of Yicang, there are only more than 10 stones. Converted into the unit of later generations, that is, about 1,000 catties.

In this era, there are not many snacks, and the vegetables are less oily, so the main energy comes from rice, and the amount of food is naturally large. A strong laborer can use four liters of rice in a month, about seven layers for a female student, and five layers for a child.

After all, the income from ten acres of land is still relatively short for food rations. If it weren't for the fact that the three acres of mulberry fields could still be used to grow soybeans and other miscellaneous grains, Chen's father occasionally went to help out with some work, or went to catch some fish in the water and sell them to supplement the degree, this family would be really difficult.

On this day, Chen's father went to Luedang with a sickle, and after Chen Ping's usual morning run, he saw Chen Ya by the old willow tree, told a story, and then went to Chen Erniu's house, followed by Chen An.

It's cold, and it's hard to get some sleep.

"Here, there's something." Seeing Chen Ping enter the house, Chen Hecai pointed to the object in the middle of the room and said, "Do you think it's suitable or not." ”

The curved wheel on the straight wheel is made of willow wood, and the ploughshare and ploughshare wall have also been changed, which is a little rough, but the angle is there, and it has been polished, and the impact should not be large.

"Cast from pig iron, it's inevitably a little rougher." Chen Hecai explained.

"Uncle Blacksmith wants to go and see it together?" This plough is still a bit heavy, Chen Ping is too time-consuming to carry to the field alone, and things are made, they must be tried, so that Chen He can see the actual effect, and the cooperation can be deepened in the future.

The thing was made by Chen He, and he naturally wanted to see the effect, nodded, lifted the plow on the ground, and motioned for Chen Ping to lead the way.

Chen Ping was currently followed by Chen Hecai, Chen Erniu and Chen An, went to the old willow tree, took the ox from Chen Ya's hands, and then went straight to the north of the village.

"I'll come, you watch." Chen Hecai put down the plow, then put on the ox yoke, set the right direction, and shouted very skillfully.

The ox moved, and the plough easily broke through the soil, and it was still very deep, and the turned over soil curled, leaving a mud ridge behind Chen Hecai.

"Okay, that's good." Chen Hecai turned the plow and said with a smile, "With this thing, you can save a lot of effort." ”

Half an acre of land, Chen Hecai quickly finished ploughing, and he was still unsatisfied, still sighing when he touched the plow. The iron that has been beaten for half a lifetime is also planted for half a lifetime, and now after actual use, Chen Hecai really knows the convenience of the plow in his hand.

"You've done a good deed, and the plow hasn't been named yet, have you?" Chen Hecai said, "Chen Xiaoyi is really blessed and gave birth to a good son." ”

"Quyuan plow." Chen Ping's face remained unchanged at all when he used the noun, and he leaned over to Chen Hecai's side, "Uncle Blacksmith, do you think anyone will buy this quyuan plow?" ”