"What are you doing?"

Xin Kun squatted on the ground, rubbing the dirt, when a voice interrupted her. She looked up, a young man on a big horse, the golden crown on his head glittering in the afternoon sun.

"Look at the ground!" Xin Kun is not an ancient, she has no habit of getting up and doing something, but she still got up and patted the dry soil on her hand and replied.

"This is Xinjia Village, right?" The person who came was Guo Nufei, he saw the fireworks from a distance, and the place where there could be such a big smoke must be the arrogant craftsman village.

"Yes!" Xin Kun also glanced back, let out a long sigh, the burning fireworks, I don't know if I can make some money selling charcoal? However, it seems that the biggest problem now is not money, but food.

"What about these lands? Also from Xinjia Village? Guo Nufei didn't care about Xin Kun's rudeness, jumped off the horse, and also looked at the dry land, out of Beijing, all the way was like this, he saw people with such sad faces all the way, in a daze at the land.

"It's the village chief's house!" Xin Kun is a rigorous person.

"You're the village chief's grandson?" Guo Nufei stood up suddenly and looked down at her.

Xin Kun is 172, at least in Xinjia Village, the tallest is only as tall as her. And this young man with a golden crown is at least a head taller than her, which makes her a little unhappy.

In the past, even in college, there were many boys who were taller than her, but there were not many people who could look down on her like this, at least more than 183. You are an ancient person, why do you have nothing to do to grow so tall?

"Yes, these are my lands, but ...... Never mind. No matter how angry she is, she has to talk back.

Originally, I wanted to say that even if this land had not been affected by the disaster, it would not have a high yield when it was planted. I'm afraid that all the seed money will have to be lost. Sure enough, it is not distressing to pay for Yetian, these years, these people who farm the land, I am afraid that they are really here for fun, and they are not willing to pay a little fat, and this land is as barren as sand.

"How?" Guo Nufei looked at her bitter appearance and asked hurriedly.

"It's okay, I don't expect it this year anyway, it's just time to recuperate." Xin Kun let out a long sigh.

"Recuperate?" Guo Nufei was stunned, he came all the way, no one told him this, they were all saying, what to do this year, and this one actually said, it's already like this, it's better to recuperate, what does this mean?

"After so many years, there are no nutrients in this land, and even if there is no disaster, I am afraid that I will not be able to grow food. It is better to take advantage of the disaster year to raise the land. Xin Kun pursed his lips.

When she was teaching in the countryside, her village was really poor. But no matter how poor they are, no one in the village really lives on those few acres of land, but those lands are their own, and they just take them seriously.

Therefore, when the way of heaven is not good, they will not grow grain at all, but will plant some crops that are fertilised. Sometimes I told her that when there was a natural disaster, they would simply not plant at all, and throw some farm manure into the field, turning over the land, which was regarded as raising the land for the future.

At that time, Xin Kun thought that this was indeed the wisdom of the public. Of course, she also knew that this was really not the Lord of the Birth. It's really the one who points to the grain in the field, where is there still this leisure, I'm afraid that I'm in a hurry to die.

Now the situation in Xinjia Village is like this, since there is no hope, it is better to rest and recuperate, sharpen the knife and not cut firewood.

Xin Kun explained carefully, Guo Nufei listened carefully, and his brows were furrowed. He didn't understand, but he felt that this kid seemed to have a point.

"Is there really no hope?" Guo Nufei couldn't help but ask.

"Other people's land may be better, but our land is really not done." Xin Kun could see that Guo Nufei was a nobleman, and she was willing to say that she couldn't change the disaster, but she hoped that someone could change it.

"What if it's a little fertile?" Guo Nufei felt that this skinny and beautiful young man must have a way.

"Actually, you can grow ...... such dry land" Xin Kun wanted to say watermelon, but even if she knew that this must not be the Western Han Dynasty, she still didn't dare to bet, who knew if there would be a watermelon, so she hurriedly stopped and thought, "If you are a little fatter than this, you can try the millet in the northwest, which is yellow rice!" It is drought-tolerant, and the work time is short, and it is well done, and it can be planted for two seasons. Let people be diligent, and use a small scoop to drill well water every day. ”

"Do you think it's possible?" Guo Nufei looked back at Gu Hong, he didn't understand farming, so he could only ask Gu Hong.

"The little ones don't know how to farm, but you can find a small plot of land to try." Gu Hong said it decently, as if he hadn't heard what Master Hong had just said.

"yes, you can try." Guo Nufei understood what Gu Hong meant, of course Master Hong could be afraid, but his surname was Guo, and he was the cousin of the current saint.

Of course, the point is that he is the closest branch of the emperor's cousin, although the emperor's cousin has three thousand beauties in the inner palace, but he has no son. So before the emperor's cousin had a son, he was an existence that could not be ignored above the court.

What Master Hong and Cai Guan can't do, he can do, even if the emperor's cousin is unhappy and thinks that he buys people's hearts, he has nothing to do with him.

"Is your land really not successful?" Guo Nufei glanced at Xin Kun again, this idea was proposed by Xin Kun, so the person in charge must be Xin Kun.

"If you want someone, you can actually help me pour all the farm manure from the village and the wet mud from the dry river into this field, and then find a few cows to turn the ground repeatedly. In May, you might be able to give it a try. Xin Kun rolled his eyes.

Millet is generally planted in May, and in August, it can be harvested in the middle of the year. It takes a month to plough the ground and fertilize, and it should not be a big problem to plant a season of millet. And when this season passes, they can find an excuse to leave Xinjia Village, then everything has nothing to do with them.

"You're good, didn't you mean studying? How are you reading? Guo Nufei was a very casual person, and at this time, he felt that although Xin Kun did not salute him, he could be regarded as having something to say, and he immediately became enthusiastic about him.

Xin Kun didn't bother to ask him again, how did he know that he was going to study, look at this golden crown and know, this person is only afraid that he is a nobleman, and he must not be a nobleman who can afford to be raised by the county government, and he still looked at Guo Nufei seriously, "Villain Xin Kun, please be a nobleman!" ”

"It's boring! Let's go, go into the village and see, is there really no food in your village? Guo Nufei said that he was helpless.

"My family still has some food, but the whole village of 100 people can't survive with that little food." Xin Kun said honestly, there is no point in lying now, no one will listen.

"So you go to the county government and use labor money to buy grain?" Guo Nufei now understood, seeing that the land was like sand, they had no food and had to leave.