Chapter 205: Piercing my head, I miss it a little
The next day, Tian Xinmiao still didn't pull the weeds, but asked the Wu family, but there were still idle plots.
After the Wu family settled Ruan Yongsheng, they took Tian Xinmiao to take a look at the water and land about three points behind his house.
The field was planted with spinach, rape, and two or three rows of leeks, and now there was about a cent of space vacant.
What was given to Tian Xinzhuang that day was the original spinach and rape in these vacant fields.
The Wu family was going to plant some sugar radishes in this vacant land, and when they saved up the money, they would catch a pig cub to raise.
Tian Xinmiao obtained the consent of the Wu family and used the vacant land to grow oats.
Then Wu took Tian Xinmiao along the edge of the canal all the way to the west, to the right side of the canal, about 20 meters high.
It turned out that his family had about an acre of dry land on this mountain, and because he had not worried about eating in the past few years, he would not plant this dry land.
Because it has been deserted for a year or two, the field is lush and overgrown with weeds.
However, looking at this lush scene, although it is messy, it makes Tian Xinmiao happy, because this green color means that the moisture of the soil here is not bad.
When Wu heard that Tian Xinmiao had brought some special flax seeds from her mother's house and wanted to cultivate more seeds here, she couldn't help but be anxious.
Originally, if you go east along the edge of the canal, you will walk on the big road on the Niueryuan, and if you walk for about 30 meters, there will be a fork in the road that goes straight to the east.
The road leads to the village of Xiahongwan, and on the right side of the road, the family has a plot about five points in which artichokes are grown.
However, I don't know if it's because of the problem of seeds or the problem of the plot, the emergence rate of artichoke there is very low.
After going home to take care of Ruan Yongsheng, Wu took Tian Xinmiao to the field again to take a look.
According to Wu's meaning, he simply pulled out less than half of the artichoke seedlings and let Tian Xin seedlings plant flax.
Tian Xinmiao carefully inspected the plot and looked at the surrounding environment, only to find that the location of this land is next to the saltwater ditch that came out of Xiaoergou, and the distance is also very close.
Fortunately, the terrain is a little higher, which is enough.
Tian Xinmiao decided to use the plot closest to her home, in addition to the one behind the house, as her test field, to cultivate a new variety of artichoke.
Tian Xinmiao persuaded Wu on the grounds that her brother had just sent artichokes and that they could continue to replant in the vacant area.
In the afternoon, she carried a hoe to deal with the dry land on the hill called Gouwa Mountain.
Until the next night, in this one-acre plot, she disposed of a piece of land about five cents.
The next day, in the morning she went to plant the flax, and in the afternoon she planted the oats she had brought back to the back of the house.
Looking at Tian Xinmiao, who went out early and returned late, Wu and Ruan Yongsheng once again insisted that she take a day off.
But Tian Xinmiao had too many things to worry about, so she told Wu that when she was pulling weeds in Sichuan, she could go home for dinner at noon, or take a rest by the way.
Seeing her insistence, in desperation, Wu let her out.
Tian Xinmiao, who was busy running around the fields day by day, felt as if she had returned to the busy days in her own experimental field and laboratory, and felt extremely fulfilled in her heart.
And she seems to have forgotten that she is married, and even more so that she has a husband who went to the army.
It wasn't until another Saturday, after pulling the last piece of grass from the field before lunch, that she happily walked back with a basket on her back, but was stopped by the village chief Li Yongchang's door and then received a small package and a letter from a postman on a bicycle.