Everything was business as usual in the classroom, first Binglian's lingua franca course, and then Jiao Ming's math class. Mathematics has naturally become much simpler after Jiao Ming's changes www.biquge.info the little ones have been able to master addition and subtraction within a hundred in addition to flashing scales. In fact, this is just a carry problem, Jiao Ming began to promote the carry problem to four digits, and some little guys with fast acceptance ability immediately grasped it.

Without the physical education class of the muscular old man, Jiao Ming naturally added a math class, which gave him an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

After lunch, Binglian rushed to the cement kiln with the remaining coolies and the children, and began to seal the cave as planned. Jiao Ming first went to the river beach to see the progress of the work of the small door panel, rode a hammer to the river beach, and found that there were only five people here.

The whole newly opened river beach can be divided into three parts, about half is still vacant, and a quarter is a neat ridge, and the transplanted grass looks wilted, which should be yesterday's achievement. The last quarter is transplanting some plants that look like big orchids, with thin leaves extending outward and drooping, small lilac flowers, Jiao Ming looks more and more familiar, and finally recognizes: Ma Lian, that is, the straw rope used to wrap zongzi in the north.

A few days ago, the small door panel showed Jiao Ming the leaves of the grass, which was difficult to recognize, and at this time he saw the whole picture of this plant, and Jiao Ming found it out from his memory: there is this kind of thing planted in the flower bed and green space in front of his house, and his mother secretly cut a small bundle of zongzi directly in the flower bed during the Dragon Boat Festival.

After these Ma Lian grow up, one plant is a big one, so the plant spacing is very large, even if it is five people, it is also extremely effective, and the black and gray river beach is soon dotted with green.

Jiao Ming went down to the ground and beckoned the wooden spoon to come over and ask: "What's the name of this?" Jiao Ming pointed at Ma Lian.

"My lord, this is not a name. ”

"How did you change to this?"

"This is the result of the discussion between Xiao and the old door board, one is that the manpower has become less, and the other is that the lack of grain and grass for ploughing cattle is mainly in winter, and this grass is the main winter fodder. The wooden spoon replied fifteen-ten. With such a large area of river beach, there will indeed be no shortage of food in summer and autumn, and the gap in pasture is mainly in winter and spring, and the answer of the wooden spoon is reasonable and makes Jiao Ming very satisfied.

"Good. You should know that the grandson of the old door panel is already my reserve servant. If you do something that satisfies me, you can ask for anything, and I will try my best to meet it. Jiao Ming began to make a wish.

"Small...... The little one wants to get a wife. The wooden spoon replied immediately. Everyone can see the matter of the grandson of the old door board, and everyone should know it in the lower level of the castle, and a coolie leader like Mu Spoon, who is about the same status as the old door board, naturally has a lively mind, so this answer may be the result of this old man tossing and turning for a night.

Jiao Ming almost choked himself to death by spitting when he heard it, and he could only sigh that the male instinct was strong. "How old are you this year?" Mu Spoon has tanned skin and gray hair, and some people believe that he is sixty years old on the earth, but considering the poor living conditions here, people should age faster, so Jiao Ming thinks that this person should be about fifty years old.

"I don't know if it's a little one, but it's been more than twenty years since the little one was sold here when he was a cub. ”

Jiao Ming roughly calculated, and then said in surprise: "Isn't that less than forty years old?" The castle does not raise idlers, so if you buy slaves, you must start at least fifteen years old, plus more than twenty years, which is exactly the peak age of thirty to forty years old for a man on earth. In this way, if you want to ask for a wife, you can't count it as an old cow eating tender grass.

"How can I help you with such a thing as begging for a wife? You can't tie up a woman and put it on your bed, right?" Jiao Ming teased with a smile.

"As long as the quota for a small servant is allowed, the child's future is settled, and it is no problem for the little one to raise an ugly mother-in-law. I don't know if I knew Jiao Ming's temper and character from the old door panel, and the wooden spoon became more and more heart-wrenching when he spoke.

"I promised you. Jiao Ming waved his hand and made a promise.

The wooden spoon bent his knees, but he still held back, and just bent down and bowed in thanks. Jiao Ming nodded with satisfaction, it seems that the old door panel has spread the news that he doesn't like to kneel.

Jiao Ming suddenly remembered that when the old door panel lifted the wooden spoon yesterday, he said that he had a daughter who died of illness, so naturally he also had a mother-in-law: "Didn't you have a wife?"

"That year the fields failed, and the lord did not pay us food, and died of hunger. The wooden spoon whispered.

Jiao Ming was silent, and then asked, "Then don't you resent the lord?"

"Thirty percent of the slaves starved to death in the castle that year, and there were also a large number of starving people in the village outside, and the younger ones understood that it was not the lord's fault. In the end, the wooden spoon both lamented and explained: "It's just that their lives are not good." ”

The statement of the wooden spoon is slightly different from the old door board, but it is not a problem, the old door board is hard enough to support his son, and it is forgivable to remember the things of other families. Jiao Ming remembered that Ice Lotus had mentioned that the demonized soil had been popularized in the developed areas of the south, and if there had been a magician who had performed the demonized soil in the crocodile realm back then, maybe there would be a big girl named Little Wooden Spoon who would become a maid in the castle.

Shaking his head and shaking off these sad thoughts, he told the wooden spoon to go back and continue to work, while Jiao Ming himself rode the ox to the cement kiln.

Along the way, Jiao Ming always kept recalling the last word of the wooden spoon: life is not good. Jiao Ming has more information, his vision and thinking are broader, and he who has received the education of Xin Zhongguo does not believe in fate and God at all. The large-scale poor harvest here seems to be a natural disaster that cannot be controlled by manpower, and it is fate to starve people to death, but Jiao Ming completely cannot agree with it. There are indeed many things that human beings can't solve, but in Jiao Ming's view, the grain harvest is not among them.

In the midst of his thoughts drifting and time slipping, when Jiao Ming was still carefully recalling the knowledge of the earth's agriculture, he had already arrived at the cement kiln. The noise came, disrupting his thoughts, Jiao Ming looked from afar, and saw that a group of children were covered with yellow mud like mud monkeys, with their arms raised and wooden barrels in their hands, and they were actually receiving corporal punishment.

When I got closer, I also saw the clues, the mud on the bodies of the children holding the buckets spread in a circle, and nine out of ten of these bear children were fighting mud and water.

The cattle on the hillside, who were the main laborers, were grazing leisurely, and when they saw the hammer appear, they cried a few times, and the hammer responded with the same cry as if it were a greeting. At the opening of the cave at the top of the uphill slope, a group of coolies were cleaning up the red pieces, and Ice Lotus and Xia Feng were sitting on the side, sullen and unhappy. Jiao Ming came close and asked, "Why are you unhappy?"

"Failed once. Binglian replied, pointing to the red color of the cave entrance: "Ten days are useless, a little rusty." ”

Jiao Ming looked at the entrance of this cave, it was about a little more than two meters, and the width was three woods, so it was indeed difficult for such a large-volume wall to be formed at one time, after all, when he practiced behind the castle, it was only a low wall more than one meter high.

Jiao Ming directly said the improvement plan that he had thought of a long time ago: "Let's make bricks first." I wanted to talk about it last night, but I accidentally forgot it. ”