Spring sowing in April. The mountains have begun to turn green, and life lurks under the barrenness, and the endless withered grass and bare trees have sprouted buds, and you can feel the vigorous vitality.

You Shen drove a few carriages, and when the dust arrived, he met the Liu family and the Wu family plowing the ground.

Liujia field is located in the east, Wujia field is located in the west, and two small narrow roads in the north and south run through the east and west narrow land.

In the past, farmers took these two paths to receive goods and sow seeds.

Now a ditch has been dug up, and the hundreds of acres of fields sandwiched between the two families are separated by a dead-end road at both ends, and only people can walk, and the ox cart is not to be considered.

"Fellow, what are you doing here?" Yusan jumped out of the carriage and asked a farmer in a straw hat.

The farmer looked up at him, did not speak, and went on to work.

You Shen's brows furrowed: What kind of virtues do the people in this Spring City have? It's not at all like the honesty and hospitality of the farmers in Xingcheng.

"Uncle You Shen, are you here?" The road to King Jing's Zhuangzi was good, and it did not affect them, and the mighty convoy all rushed into Zhuangzi.

Inside the carriage were rice seedlings stacked neatly one by one, three to five inches high, and they grew very well.

"Girl, when you came, you saw a large area of land digging roads, what are you going to do?"

Luo Xiaoqiao snorted coldly: "Don't worry about them, a bunch of fools who don't know the so-called"

Luo Xiaoqiao looked up and saw You Shen's beard unshaven, his face was still a little blue, obviously he was too anxious, and couldn't help frowning.

"Uncle You Shen, you go to rest first, and I'll call you tomorrow", Luo Xiaoqiao urged.

You Shen is also not polite, these days he has been carrying the beam alone, he is worried and tired, it is indeed a bit to the limit, and finally handed over this hot potato to Miss Luo, he can sleep well.

Recently, there are a lot of tenants who have come to Luo Xiaoqiao, and with her style of throwing off her hands and being in charge, she feels that this can't last long, and she still has to install a spokesperson.

Luo Xiaoqiao turned around and called Chen Qinghe again: "Uncle Chen, you asked someone to call Wang Zhuangtou." ”

After a while, Wang Shoushi came over. He should have gone to soak in the floor just now, his shoes were still stained with some mud, and there was water ticking on the warehouse pipe he had just put down.

"Wang Zhuangtou, I have a proposal, you ponder. I will give you two taels of silver every month, and don't let you take care of the land you used to share, what do you think? Luo Xiaoqiao said.

Wang Shoushi was stunned for a moment, and then his face showed ecstasy, two taels of silver a month! It's time to catch up with the money of the treasurer in the city.

But he also understands that this job is not so easy to do, and he has to be able to convince the public, I am afraid that the owner has taken a fancy to him.

Wang Shoushi said anxiously: "Owner, don't worry, I am familiar with Zhuangzi here, and I promise that I will not cause you trouble." What does other people's fields look like, we are here, I promise that they will not be worse than others. ”

Luo Xiaoqiao nodded, the chips were all in his hands, the other party was just selling labor, doing things according to the rules, and there was no big mess.

On the second day, the heart-touching rice planting that had already been in a uproar was about to begin.

Spring City, with flat terrain, fertile soil, and numerous rivers, is the most productive area of grain in the North.

The fields have been tidied up, and the rice seedlings and machinery have been moved to the fields in batches.

The tenant, who had lowered his eyebrows and drooped his eyes, suddenly forgot about the physical fatigue when he saw the green rice seedlings, and instead entered into an extreme spiritual upliftment.

Is it true that the rice seedlings have grown so big this season? They're not dreaming.

Everyone knows that plants can survive, and such a large rice seedling, as long as it survives, is definitely several times stronger than the current rice seed.

The manager of An came again, his eyes were almost straight at this time, and his mouth kept murmuring: "The farmer took the pole with his armpits, entered the water, half sinking and half floating, turned over the soil with his hands, and then planted seedlings." Is the ancient recipe visible today? ”。

The water temperature was still a little cool in the morning, but no one complained.

The tenant farmers had already pulled up their trouser legs and were ready to go down to plant rice. They are all experienced farmers, and the seedlings are ready, so they naturally know what to do next.

"Oh, don't touch, don't touch," the tenants were about to reach for their hands when they were stopped by a rough voice.

Wang Shoushi frowned a little, didn't he let him take care of farming? Why don't you let it move again? He couldn't figure out what the owner was going to do.

In fact, they didn't wait too long, there were dozens of big men in the Zhuangzi over there, and they didn't say much, holding the rice seedlings, neatly stacking them on the mechanical slab, and pushing them down the ground after debugging.

As the big man moved, the mouths of the onlookers opened wider and wider.

The gear on the top of the trolley drives the crank to reciprocate, and the seedling needle is inserted into the seedling block to grab the seedlings, move down in the direction of the wheel rotation and press into the field .......

Dahan didn't walk slowly, and where he walked, he left a neat and tidy seedling.

Is this rice planting? Don't even bend over?

The breeze blew, and the fields reaped the jaws of the ground.

"What is this? How can you farm like this? How can it be so fast? Manager An looked blankly ahead, eager to take off his boots and follow a few laps.

When the big man came back from the other side of the field, he rushed forward.

"Let's go, there's a rice planting over there, go and see~" The voice of calling friends sounded, and even Wu Futian and others, who were facing each other in the government, temporarily rested their minds and planned to come over to take a look.

Mo Huairen had just taken over one of the family's Zhuangzi, and he was not interested in farming, but he also knew that it was not good for rice to grow in the north.

After hearing the news, Mo Huairen frowned and spoke to Wang Laozong next to him: "What do you say is this nonsense, can't you plant some wheat and soybeans?" If there is anything good to grow rice, and if you have the money to toss, it is better to go to the south and buy it. ”

Wang Laozong touched his beard and smiled: "Old Mo, it's rare that you are concerned about farming, your old man gave you this Zhuangzi this year, I'm afraid it has no deep meaning." ”

Mo Huairen's Zhuangzi is not small, there are many things in the Mo family's back house, and Zhuangzi has changed several masters, and this one is the softest-hearted. But how long this can last, the tenant farmers are actually not very sure.

Zhuangzi has so many mouths, if it really comes to the day when the owner is changed again, the newcomer doesn't know what it will be, and if he meets a ruthless person, the big guy's life will be sad.

Therefore, the tenant farmers hoped that Mo Huairen would be a little interested in agriculture.

Zhuang Tou leaned in front of Mo Huairen: "Master Mo, I heard that farming is rare this year, and no one has ever seen it."

"I'll take a look", Mo Huairen's curiosity was aroused, and he followed him to the field.

Don't look at the big men walking very fast, but in fact, it took a lot of effort to walk down the field like this.

When Mo Huairen arrived, Luo Xiaoqiao and the others were about to finish work. The land came piece by piece, and in less than a day, more than 500 acres were cultivated, and at this rate, in less than three or five days, all the seedlings in Chuncheng could be planted.

Mo Huairen couldn't help but rub his eyes, a little dumbfounded.

Can farming still be like this? If he follows this farming this year and wins that vote of brother, will his good mother-in-law regret dying for him as a Zhuangzi?