The villagers here are really poor, and among the "big gifts" sent by a villager today, the small yellow rice is considered good, and as for the rice and white noodles, Guo Dalu has never seen it so far.

Guo Dalu sighed, put away the bag of kitchen garbage, and carefully picked out the bones and vegetable leaves, there was almost half a bag of leftovers, but it was stained with soup. He found a bamboo basket, poured rice into it, walked to the well outside the house, fetched a bucket of water, cleaned the rice, and put it in a ventilated place to dry.

Such dry rice could be kept for a long time in ancient times when there were no refrigerators.

Guo Dalu tossed for a long time before sorting out all the garbage, and he knew in his heart that the garbage in the 21st century was a unique treasure in ancient times, and even an empty mineral water bottle could be sold at a sky-high price if it touched a Kaizi.

It's just that none of these things can be easily shown, so except for what Guo Dalu eats, everything else is wrapped in a plastic bag and buried behind the house.

After tossing for a long time, Guo Dalu was really tired, returned to the broken bed at home, fell asleep, and after a while, he snored.

I don't know how long it took, Guo Jin, who was sleeping on the new bed, suddenly turned over and got up, walked quickly to Guo Dalu's bed with a neatness that a blind man should never have, and suddenly stretched out his hand!

Guo Jin's thick hand picked up a piece of linen that Guo Dalu kicked under the bed and gently covered his body, Guo Dalu turned over, still asleep.

Guo Jin stretched out his hand again, as if he wanted to touch Guo Dalu's face, but finally retracted and quietly returned to his bed.

Guo Jin was blind, he couldn't see that when he was doing all this, there was suddenly a woman in white in the room from time to time, so he stood close behind him, looking at himself quietly, until he confirmed that Guo Jin had no disagreement with Guo Dalu, and then suddenly disappeared as when he came.

Nothing was said all night.

After Guo Dalu got up, he first cooked Guo Jin a bowl of millet porridge with milk candy, and nibbled on a few mouthfuls of expired bread - the kind of nest head mixed with bran, and he didn't eat it anymore after beating him to death. I was thinking about whether to brush my teeth when no one was around, and he had toothpaste and toothbrushes, but if he suddenly broke into a villager and looked at himself with a mouthful of white foam, he would have to make a fuss.

Guo Dalu took a dollar to bet that the villagers here definitely have no concept of brushing their teeth, except for Brother Hao'er's sister and sister, the villagers he met all had yellow teeth, and they had a strong bad breath when they spoke face-to-face.

Do you want to have a bad mouth every day in the future?

I heard that ancient people used salt to brush their teeth, but Guo Dalu has seen the salt of this era--- in a broken bowl on the stove, there is something black as grit, this is salt. Guo Dalu tasted a bite, it was indeed a little salty, but it was extremely bitter, mixed with a lot of straw and sand.

This should be sea salt, but the purification methods of the ancients were not advanced enough, who knows what toxic substances are in it - sea salt is toxic if it is not purified, and it can only be used as industrial salt, so Guo Dalu directly poured out that little bit of black salt and replaced it with salt transmitted from his own garbage can.

The salt transferred from the trash can has been damp and clumped, so the original owner casually threw it in the trash can, but this white fine salt, with iodine and various trace elements, is Guo Dalu's treasure to supplement nutrition.

Guo Dalu patted his head and remembered that the ancients also had a commonly used toothbrushing apple, that is, willow branches, which can be used to brush teeth with stubble.

Just when Guo Dalu was thinking about folding a few willow branches, Brother Hao broke in: "Brother Guo, it's almost time, let's go, go to the field and get water." ”

Guo Dalu answered, turned his head and asked Guo Jin, who had already gotten up: "Dad, where is our family's farming?"

Brother Hao pulled Guo Dalu: "Just go to the water, what do you want, isn't the bucket in the corner?"

Guo Dalu saw that Brother Hao was carrying a flat shoulder on his shoulders, and he was actually carrying four buckets at both ends, good guy, he was just watering the crops, what were you doing with so many buckets?

Guo Dalu held the principle of listening more, watching more, talking less, and also picked up the two buckets at home, followed Brother Hao'er, and hurriedly walked out.

The men, women and children in the village all came out, yes, it was really men, women and children who played, even the younger sister of Brother Hao'er's family, and a few old people with white hair and walking with crutches, all carrying water scoops.

Guo Dalu was taken aback, didn't he just water the crops? It was like a people's war.

The villagers hurriedly walked out of the village along the trail, turned a few times along the foot of the mountain, and Guo Dalu suddenly brightened up in front of him.

I saw a roaring stream in front of me, the clear water of the stream was flowing endlessly, and from time to time there were fish jumping high on the surface of the water, and on both sides of the stream, there were acres of farmland that could not be seen at a glance.

Guo Dalu half-opened his mouth, completely stunned, he has only been in the village for two days, but from the clothing and food of the villagers, it can be seen that this village called Houlong Village is a very poor village, and I thought that the farmland here must be extremely barren thin fields, but looking at this good water irrigation, Guo Dalu really can't understand why the villagers are guarding the fertile land, but they are so poor.

Guo Dalu didn't stop at the foot, and followed Brother Hao to the farmland, just glanced at the field, Guo Dalu frowned deeply - in this good field, how can it be grass.

That's right, it's grass.

Although Guo Dalu has never planted a field, he finally knows what rice is and what wheat is, but the crops in the field in front of him are not rice or wheat, they are a very thick grass, without flowers and ears, and he can't tell what kind of plant it is.

Guo Dalu was still stunned, Brother Hao had already taken him to a field, and pulled it casually: "Brother Guo, this field belongs to your family, and it used to be the water that a few uncles in the village helped your father use, but the water was not good, and this kudzu grass did not grow well." You'll have to pour it carefully. ”

Guo Dalu was a little confused, looking at the dozens of acres of land in front of him, his mouth was a little dry, damn, could it be that his cheap father was actually an incognito big landlord? It's just that the kudzu grass in the field is really not growing well, and compared with the field next to it, it is much shorter.

After the village chief Zhu arrived in the field, he broke a branch and stuck it in the field, stared at the shadow of the sun shining on the stick on the ground, saw the hour, opened his throat and shouted: "Shangshui!"

At the sound of the order, the whole village rushed into the stream, picked up a load of water, and then rushed to the field, scooped up the water with a small spoon, and poured it under the roots of the kudzu grass.

It turns out that this is Sheung Shui.

Isn't that simple?

Guo Dalu also picked up a load of water, returned to the field, and with a bang, he fell into the field, turned around and was about to go back to the stream to fetch water, when an exclamation sounded next to him: "Brother Guo! What are you doing?

Guo Dalu turned his head and saw that it was the Lin family's eldest girl who was accusing him with an anxious face, and he scratched his head: "Ah, if you don't water like this, how can you water it?"

But as soon as he spoke, he knew that something was wrong, because he saw that the kudzu grass that he had just poured in his bucket actually withered at a speed that was visible to the naked eye.

The big girl rushed forward, picked up the soil at the root of the kudzu grass, only glanced at it, and then shook her head: "It's over, Brother Guo, your field, the water was not good originally, but now it is irrigated by you like this, this small piece of kudzu grass root has rotted and is not harvested." ”

She sighed: "Brother Guo, don't you know that there can't be more or less water on kudzu, each branch of kudzu grass can only have a spoonful of water, and if it is less, it will not grow well, and if it is too much, it will be easy to rot and lose the harvest?"

Guo Dalu grinned, I damn it, where is this kudzu grass, this is the uncle, it's too difficult to serve! No wonder I just saw a small spoon in the hands of the villagers, it turns out that this spoon has this effect.

Guo Dalu said: "I, I've been outside for the past few years, I haven't done farm work, I don't know much--"

The big girl glanced at Guo Dalu and handed him the spoon in her hand: "Here, be careful to water, you can't flood it anymore, kudzu grass is not tossed, and it is a large piece of dead water." ”

Guo Dalu thanked him, took the spoon, followed the example of the villagers, and began to water the kudzu grass, however, after a while, Guo Dalu secretly complained.

No wonder the villagers have to go into battle together to water a water, it is really too difficult to get this job, watering a kudzu grass is a trivial matter, and there is no technical content, but the problem is that there are thousands of kudzu grass in an acre of land, one by one watered, Guo Dalu only for a while, he felt that his waist was going to break.

He raised his head and looked at the dozens of acres of land - my mother, how long will it take to water this!