Thinking of this, Zhou Ziyi couldn't help but remind, "Ziyue, you might as well read more books!" ”

Zhou Ziyue suddenly felt like a big enemy, "Eldest sister, I can already write my name, and I know many words." I'm not like you, I want to be with Brother Cheng Yu in the future, you might as well spare me! ”

Zhou Ziyi was speechless, how did she talk about it?

This little girl is only eleven years old this year, and she is still two years away from saying goodbye, so it's up to her!

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The two were busy harvesting for five days before they finished harvesting the sweet potato flour in the entire Xinghua Village. The Thirteen Incense Workshop also made a lot of inventory, so Zhou Ziyi asked Gu Zhong to inform Yun Che, and Yun Che quickly sent someone to pull away the sweet potato flour and thirteen incense in the village at one time.

Sweet potato flour is gone this year, and it is almost mid-September, and the village is busy cultivating again.

Originally, Zhou Changcun wanted to cultivate sweet potatoes, but it was too late to calculate the time.

This sweet potato seedling basically takes 45 days, although the temperature in the south is high, but it also takes four months to grow before and after.

If you do the math, it's going to be winter, and if you don't get it right, you'll have to waste so many seeds.

It's just that the official family has always pinned hopes on sweet potatoes, hoping that in the second half of the year, he can rely on sweet potatoes to give the people who have been affected by the disaster a reassurance.

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Zhou Changcun was in a hurry and couldn't eat for several days.

On this day, when Zhou Ziyi came back from outside, she saw Zhou Changcun standing there again, worrying about the pile of sweet potato seeds.

When I asked, I found out that her father was worried that the sweet potatoes would freeze to death in winter.

Zhou Ziyi calculated the time, in fact, in modern times, she has also seen many summer potatoes planted in southern regions, and seedlings are raised from August every year, which is only a month different from their current time.

If there is no snow this year, it will not be impossible, at most it will affect the harvest a little, but it will not be completely fruitless.

However, it snowed here last year, and it was really hard to say.

"Dad, plant it!" Zhou Ziyi thought that if it really snowed, then it would be December, almost the time of the New Year. This sweet potato is buried in the ground and has the earth's qi to feed it. If you really can't do it, just wait for the beginning of spring to dig it out.

Zhou Ziyi is now the backbone of Zhou Changcun, and with his daughter's affirmation, he immediately got busy and began to raise seedlings.

Zhou Ziyi took advantage of the fact that she was not busy, and also helped out together for a few days.

On this day, she had just returned from the field, and as soon as she arrived at the entrance of the village, she heard someone shouting. "Oh no, Zhou Cai is beating people again!"

Zhou Ziyi's heart sank, and before she could react, she saw Yingniang running out of the village with a bloodied little tiger like crazy.

Someone shouted from behind, "Yingniang, I'm afraid it's too late for you to run to the town like this!" ”

Ying Niang saw Zhou Ziyi standing there at a glance, she didn't care about anything else, and hurriedly ran over and knelt in front of Zhou Ziyi.

"Please, girl, save my brother! I'm just such a brother. ”

Her appearance made Zhou Ziyi suddenly think of her modern brother before he died. Her eyes were sour, and she hurriedly called Gu Zhong, "Go and ask for a doctor." ”

Gu Zhong moved quickly and hurriedly went.

Zhou Ziyi hurriedly called Yingniang again, you hurry up to my house and put your brother down. If you hold him like this, he will be very uncomfortable! ”