(I didn't write it well yesterday, I couldn't sleep well all night, and all night was full of thoughts about how to lay out and develop, so I just got up early to update, hoping that today's update can bring book friends a good mood over the weekend.) Book Friends Group: 2156222685) In the past, I was too busy to take care of it, and the rations were enough, so I didn't use it too much - in fact, this place can grow two crops of potatoes a year.

Potatoes are the best crops, and they are also the most hardy, so they only need to be planted with a base fertilizer, and they don't need to weed during the growth process, and they don't need to be soiled.

There is also a bud valley land, which does not need to plant seedlings and transplant, directly dig out a row of ditches with a hoe, sow the bud grains in the row ditch, and then cover the soil.

In this way, digging a line, sowing a line, and covering a line is very simple to pay, but when it grows to the middle of the middle, it is necessary to weed and cultivate the soil, which is relatively troublesome.

After finishing the work in the fields, my father saw that the pigweed workers were working too hard and it was not safe to go farther and farther, so he discussed with everyone that they should not open up two more raw fields.

One piece is specially planted with grass, half of which is planted with grass and is very tender and is fed to wild sheep, and half is planted with thatch, which is fed to reindeer.

There are also more sweet potatoes planted in a piece, and the sweet potato vines in summer can be cut one after another, which can be fed to many pigs, and if you can't finish eating, you can also cook it into silage and feed it slowly. In addition, sweet potatoes that people can't eat can also be fed to pigs in winter.

If they have a steady diet of meat, they basically don't have to hunt anymore.

Is it still called a hunter if you don't hunt? My father shuddered at the thought of this.

Hunting is really just a way of life, and now that they are slack, they can take the family out hunting, and they don't necessarily have to be farmers every day--Father thought again, and Father immediately relaxed.

The biggest problem in front of him is the current problem of the life of the family, and nothing else.

In terms of hard work, being so busy and tired all day now is no less dangerous than going out to hunt.

Except for a few people who watched the children at home, the other men and women all took turns to do the work in the field, in the field, at home, and in the barn.

When I was sleeping, I used to have a dream from time to time, but now I don't have the time to dream, lie down and sleep until dawn, sometimes I have to get up early before dawn to work, which makes me more nervous.

Later, after the ironworks made some furniture one after another, the craftsmanship was already very proficient, and the tools produced were similar to those brought from the hometown, and they looked quite like that.

Everyone laughed and said that they couldn't imagine that they would go back to working as a blacksmith in this life.

They used to work in ironmaking, but blacksmiths didn't, and they were really sought-after craftsmen.

However, this is the duty of a farmer, and he is born to be able to do everything.

After the work on the farm is finished, it is already the beginning of summer.

It was only then that the father's heart relaxed, the crops grew in the field, and the next year's life was assured.

During this time, the work in the iron-making shed has not stopped, and things have been made one after another, and as time goes by, the craftsmanship of the blacksmiths has become better and better.

At the beginning, there were still many holes in the pig iron, and I didn't dare to make large things, especially knives, for fear of breaking at a critical time, and the rigidity was not good.

By now, these bad looks are gone, iron is iron, and steel is steel.

The eldest son also mixed salt with a green stone by the river and mineral powder to make a particularly hard material, and the whole body was full of lilac glow, which made people feel a sudden chill in their hearts.

The eldest son used this material to make six steel drills, which can be used when hunting, and is also a good helper for self-protection.

It's almost time to take a break.

What's more, the weather is also very hot at this time, and it is unbearable after breakfast.

My father discussed with everyone that they would simply rest for a while, and that they would not arrange any other work except to take care of the animals and patrol the fields every day.

Everyone is also happy to be at ease, and it is not as easy as it is now, it used to be for a little food, and it was so busy all year round that it was only barely half full.

This year's hemp growth is exceptionally good, and my mother estimates that in the middle of summer, she will be able to cut and spin and weave cloth.

She plans to make a new outfit for everyone.

At the request of the mother and the second mother, they also planted a large piece of wild cotton on the slope opposite the castle - they couldn't do without making clothes and quilts, and now they are growing well.

Cotton loves grass ash, and before planting, a thick layer of weeds and shrubs is piled up on the slope, and after a few days of drying, it is burned into grass ash.

These wild cotton can't be harvested until winter.

The dog and the wolf cub were so hot that they lay on the cool ground all day long, sticking out their long tongues to dissipate heat.

After breakfast, the boys slipped into the creek to bathe, and when they were comfortable, they went out into the fields to see if there were any birds, beasts, and animals that had harmed the crops, and when it was hot, they went into the river again to cool off.

My father and uncle sat under the pergola of the castle, fanning their fans, chatting and gossiping, recalling everyone's hard work and the new changes in the family in the past year.

The women had their own pleasures with their little children in their arms or on small carts, and they teased and played in the shade of the castle.

Wild pigeons and coots clucked in their cages, and the gannets in the water's pen were still too hot to soak in the water, and from time to time they went into the water to play mazes, deliberately wetting their feathers to cool off.

Seeing these gannets, the father suddenly had an idea, if these gannets can give birth to more, you can make a few beds of goose down quilts for the children to spend the winter, but unfortunately this year is not good, there are only five gannets for a few years, since the beginning of the spring there are two gannets have been laying eggs, one a day, except for the children to eat, so far there are more than 100 eggs.

It seems that in a few days you can make two nests for the gannets by the fence, let them hatch the eggs, and in the winter not only have goose meat to eat, but also make a few good quilts for the little ones to cover, and the little ones are now getting more and more cute.

The weather was hot, and my father and everyone rested for more than ten days, basically doing nothing.

Occasionally, I just go out to hunt pigweed and cut some forage for other animals.

There is also sleeping and eating, eating and talking, talking about sleeping, life has never been so easy and comfortable.

After resting for more than ten days, my father couldn't help it, he was in such a hurry and had nothing to do for so long.

After thinking about it, he made a pot of gin candy from some old sweet potatoes left over and gave it to children, especially babies.

If you eat bee candy in the mountains, you have to rely on luck, not every time you can come across it, and it depends on the time, there is no sugar in the honeycomb if you go early, and the sugar has been eaten up by the bees if you go late, so you can only find another way.

When it was time to make the candy, everyone was very excited, and they rushed to work, because they had nothing to do for too long, and because they loved the candy that was about to be made.