Compared with the face, Aunt Zhang Qi'er at this time is more like the master of Mi He than Ding Xuewei.

"Your mind is spinning fast, you think, what's the solution?" Aunt Zhang Qi'er dragged Ding Xuewei's arm.

The pain came, and Ding Xue looked up at the sky slightly abruptly.

"God really means it to me."

First the village chief Ding Laotou, and then Aunt Zhang Qi'er, everyone actually paid attention to her Mi He so wonderfully.

It's not that God can't bear her hard work!

Compared with rice, Ding Xuewei cares more about corn, which is also the reason why she is not nervous when she knows that Mi He is about to tassel.

Rice, all kinds, various regions and countries, there are a lot of stocks in the space, this year's failure, next year will continue, and there is no special arrangement after the rain.

The laborers are very concerned about these crops in her field, and they are also very clear about Mi He and ordinary rice.

If no one reminds you, you will miss out on this year.

Everyone has their eyes on it, how can they ignore it.

"I'll arrange for it to go."

Ding Xuewei's face was calm, her tone was firm, and she was confident.

Aunt Zhang Qi'er was stunned for a few seconds, and quickly followed her footsteps.

In spring and summer, the days are long and the nights are short, and the sun is still high, but all the villagers who have not finished their work in the fields have basically not stopped working, not to mention the laborers who are full of work.

All the way to find the labor leader Wang Dazhu, explain the intention, explain the way, and soon, the group of eight people as a unit is all over the rice seedling field.

In the reclamation, in order to facilitate irrigation, Ding Xuewei let people divide it into mu, the canal is on both sides of the width, and can inject water into the field at the same time, and for the convenience of planting, each mu of land is a rectangle of 30 meters long and 22 meters wide.

Unlike sweet potatoes, rice can be grown in a single ridge, so the 22-meter width is cut into four rows.

The man holding the two ends of the straw rope dragged the straw rope and stepped forward slowly, and the straight and upright seedlings were bent and bounced up by the rope.

As soon as they fell together, the pollen bounced up and fell.

"Is that really going to work?"

The old village chief was hunched and his eyes were full of panic.

After living for a lifetime, sixty-four years, I now know that it is this little pollen that forms the fruit.

How can he not be emotionally and confused.

Not long ago, I saw Ding Xuewei and Aunt Zhang Qi'er hurrying around, and Aunt Bai, the old village chief and others who were looking for them all the way listened to Ding Xuewei's words of pollination.

Of course, the person who told her such strange knowledge points was naturally the mysterious grandmother.

The reason, she explained, the knowledge points, she popularized the science, whether she can accept it or not is everyone's problem!

"Okay, we'll find out in a few days." said this, but Ding Xuewei's face was full of confidence.

Everyone's eyes slowly pulled back from the people and seedlings in the field and fell on her face.

Naturally, she said that she could do anything, no matter how incredible, no matter how unreasonable.

As long as she speaks confidently, there are no exceptions.

"What if it rains?" The old village chief was full of hope.

Ding Xue was slightly silent.

The absence of wind and rain have a significant impact on pollination.

But in the absence of wind, manpower can interfere with pollen spreading, how to get it when it rains... Roof seedlings?

"If not, Grandpa Qiao will weave some straw mats and try to cover them when it rains?"

In addition to blocking the rain, Ding Xuewei really can't think of any other way to cover dozens of acres of rice with mats... It depends on God's mood first.

Just the first two times of the heavy rain that came as soon as it was said, where could anyone catch up with the speed!

“··· It's a good idea. The old village chief muttered.

Whether it is useful or not, you can only see the results if you work hard.

Glancing at Sister-in-law Qiao beside her, Aunt Bai nodded: "There may be no way to do more, but at least it can ensure the grain seed!" ”

Wind, rain, frost and snow are irresistible to manpower.

No one had ever thought of resisting it before, and a one-year harvest was all a matter of luck.

Now, with a way, who can refuse!

"Let's go, chop bamboo." The old village chief waved at the woman in the family.

Qiao's mother-in-law and daughter-in-law looked at the field again in a blink of an eye, and then asked Ding Xuewei: "Do you still need us?" ”

“··· No, you don't. ”

The crowd hurriedly left.

Ding Xue was a little entangled.

Would she like to have some mats made too?

"Xue Wei, this side will be fine right away."

Seeing the village chief and others, Wang Dazhu, the head of the laborers, said that they would be active.

Well, she doesn't have to open her mouth.

"Uncle, you can just do it."

In order to ensure the pollination situation, Ding Xuewei asked Wang Dazhu to arrange three manual interventions in the morning, noon and evening, and how to build a shelf, how many mats to weave, how many straw ropes to fix, these do not need to be said, Wang Dazhu will arrange it.

"Don't be too late, stop work early."

"Yes."

When he returned to Zhang's house again, there was only one person in the family.

Hearing that she would not go out again, Dahua resolutely left home to help.

Leaning in the courtyard for a long time, Ding Xue stood up slightly lazily and walked to the kitchen.

In the kitchen, the meals cooked by Dahua were hot in the pot, and the cherries and peaches brought back by Aunt Zhang Qi'er and Xiaohua were cleaned and cooled in the basin.

There are two kinds of peaches in Fengcheng Mansion, one is a cotton peach, and the other is a glutinous peach.

The peach species in Yuequan Village come from the same mother tree, and they are all cotton peach.

This peach is crisp and mild in sweetness when not fully ripe, and soft and slightly sweet when fully ripe. However, compared to peaches, the sweetness is much lighter.

Ding Xuewei has a lot of theoretical knowledge, and she has a lot of experience in eating peaches in her previous life, and she has also tasted some imported nectarines in the space, don't save peaches, and hairy peaches, but until the crisp peach flesh is chewed and swallowed, she knows that all kinds of things lingering in her chest cannot be imposed on this world.

"Really... Sweet! ”

Staring at the peach in her hand, she took another bite.

It's still the same blandness.

Even if there is no sweetness at all, it is not sour!

This flavor of peaches, I'm afraid it won't taste good even if it is boiled and canned, and these babies in this world who have no snacks and no extra fruits to eat regard it as a treasure... Can!

Canned peaches···

With thoughts in her heart, Ding Xuewei hurriedly turned into the space to get a peeler, and then cleaned, steamed, and cooled.

When the mother and daughter of the Zhang family came back, the whole yard was filled with a sweet and greasy peach fragrance.

The soup that was supposed to emit heat had been forcibly chilled and cold, and the dim sum that Mrs. Zhang had cheekily begged for was all on the table.

"Come and try it."

The canned peaches were very successful, Ding Xue was very happy, and hurriedly scooped the soup when she saw the figure.

When Xiaohua washed her hands and ran to the front with curiosity in her eyes, Ding Xuewei adjusted the spoon with one hand and stuffed the bird's nest with the other.

Whether it is the dim sum in his hand or the amber sweet soup on the table in front of him, he has never seen the mother and daughter of the Zhang family.

Xiaohua didn't know which one to taste first, and her eyes wandered back and forth on the sweet soup and bird's nest cake.

A roar every day, begging for tickets, asking for collections...