Dressed as a family of cannon fodder, the villain brother is busy opening up wasteland

Old Man Wen didn't even have time to stop him.

When the village chief heard this, his face lit up with joy: "Really? We can also change?"

Wen Xiuyi was too embarrassed to keep asking the village chief to help them with their work, so he took over the position of the village chief and said, "It can be changed. Things are not just for people to use, and this is a matter of convenience for everyone." Son, there is no need to hide it.

I have already said hello to Carpenter Zhang. The people in our village can offer cheaper prices. If you want to change your home, just go to him and tell him that I asked you to go. "

After listening to Wen Xiuyi's words, the village chief finally overturned his previous impression. This man suddenly became so righteous, which made the village chief feel that the Wen Xiuyi he knew before no longer existed.

"That's great. With this, everyone's work will be much easier in the future." Although not every family has a cow, it is good for a village to have one or two, so everyone takes turns using them.

And now that we have more efficient tools, it will be easier for everyone to work. With higher efficiency, the output will naturally gradually increase. In this way, the village will only get better and better, and he, the village chief, will be praised by the superiors. There are more and more opportunities.

The village chief announced the matter directly in the field without further delay.

"Wen Jiayi, what is the name of this thing made by brother Xiu Yi, Quyuanli? He said that we can all replace it. I will ask Carpenter Zhang to make one when I go back. From now on, our village will have two cows. Everyone takes turns renting it, which makes work much more convenient.

Everyone, please thank Uncle Wen and Brother Xiu Yi. "

When everyone heard this, they were all overjoyed and kept thanking and praising the Wen family for their righteousness.

Old Man Wen felt that the village chief was here to oppose him. When did he agree to lend the rhubarb out?

But listening to everyone's praise and compliments, Old Man Wen immediately felt a sense of vanity in his heart.

"We all live in the same village. Who doesn't have a difficult time? If you want to help, everyone should leave now. When my land is cleared up, I will take turns helping everyone clean it up. It’s over, let’s disperse.”

After saying that, Old Man Wen wanted to slap himself in the mouth.

Damn face, damn vanity.

Wen Xiuyi and his two younger brothers were holding back laughter behind them. Even Li and Cai couldn't help laughing. They knew the old man so well. The villagers' compliments made the old man stand there and they couldn't even think about it.

However, the old man is easy to talk to, and the Li family, who has inherited Luo family's fierceness, cannot let her father-in-law suffer like this.

She threw away the wheat stalk in her hand and said loudly: "But we have to agree first. The borrowing of our rhubarb is not for free, and there is no reason to give everyone's work for free. How can you provide the rations for our rhubarb?" Gotta get ready.”

It doesn't make sense. If you post rhubarb, you have to pay for imported food.

Everyone laughed when they heard it, and repeatedly assured that it was for sure.

Mrs. Li then continued to work, muttering to her sister-in-law beside her: "Look, my father will definitely be scolded by my mother when I go back."

He laughed as he spoke. Although Cai was restrained, she couldn't help laughing at this time. She could imagine the scene of the old man being scolded by the old lady.

As expected, Luo Che heard about it in the afternoon without even having to go back at night.

No way, the villagers didn't forget to thank her when they went back. Even the villagers who worked on the construction site of the house worked harder.

Luo Shi responded with a face, and after asking in private, he found out what happened in the field.

When she and Wen Yao were in the kitchen, the old lady finally couldn't help but sneer: "All of them, the old Wen family, are really living Bodhisattvas."

Wen Yao almost died laughing, but she answered without fear of death: "Nai, my surname is Wen too."

Luo Shi was stunned, then threw a vegetable leaf at Wen Yao and said angrily: "Yes, yes, you old Wen family, I am an outsider and a bad person." As he said this, he laughed.

Wen Yao caught the vegetable leaves with a smile, put them back, and said coquettishly: "You are not a bad person, you are the head of our old Wen family."

Luo Shi glared at her, with a smile on his eyes and mouth, and said: "Go to the warehouse and scoop up half a spoonful of wheat bran, and mix it into the forage for rhubarb later. It's a pity that rhubarb can't speak, so they just let the two of them do it. Sold."

"Maybe Dahuang is enjoying it, haha." Wen Yao laughed and ran to the warehouse, leaving Luo Shi muffled in the kitchen to continue working, but there was always a smile on his face.

How can I put this feeling? It seems like it's back to when Wen Xiuyi was just admitted as a scholar. Everyone who saw her was polite and complimentary. Looking back, who dared to look down on their old Wen family.

Although they had silently agreed with this matter in their hearts, Old Man Wen and Wen Xiuyi still couldn't avoid being scolded by Luo Shi when they came back.

The father and son are cowardly, they are the ones who say the words, and they are the ones who do the things. Besides being scolded silently, they can do nothing.

As for their great hero Dahuang, when he returned to the barn, he got fodder with wheat bran added to it. When he saw Wen Yao, he kept nuzzling it and coaxed him to get a toffee. He was satisfied with his food and drink and lay down to rest. .

With the rhubarb, the work efficiency doubled, and all the land was plowed in just four days. Villagers began to come to borrow rhubarb and Quyuan plows one after another.

With Luo Shi's control, they could not suffer any loss, but Wen Xiuyi did not allow them to throw away the wheat straw, wheat roots and dead branches and leaves collected during the plowing of the ground, but piled them in the ground.

Now that the ground has been rummaged through, it's time to figure out what these things are used for.

Wen Xiuyi directly told them to use those things to fertilize.

"Dad, how do we usually fertilize our land?" Wen Xiuyi asked directly in the face of everyone's doubts.

Old Man Wen replied: "When harvesting wheat, those wheat straws are burned in the field and sprinkled with plant ashes. If the family has a larger population, some manure can be mixed with water for use."

Wen Xiuyi understands it, and it’s no wonder. If the nutrition in the ground cannot keep up, the yield will naturally not increase. If the yield cannot increase, there will be less food grown, and if there is less food, there will be insufficient food. No wonder every family’s life is difficult. We can only survive by hand, and I haven't heard of anyone who has saved their family by farming. They all rely on the money they save by working outside.

Wen Xiuyi talked about several methods of retting that he knew, and everyone in the Wen family gradually fell into silence.

Old Man Wen has been farming all his life, and so have his two sons. They have been dealing with land and food for most of their lives, and now they are being asked to teach them how to farm by someone who has never worked in the fields. This feeling is really weird.

Not to mention the three of them, even Luo Shi and his two daughters-in-law felt a little incredible and looked at Wen Xiuyi frequently.

"Mom, what are you looking at me doing? Is there something on my face?" Wen Xiuyi asked while wiping his face with his hands.

Luo Shi looked away, unable to bear to continue looking at Wen Xiuyi's stupid look.

Old Man Wen knocked on the cigarette rod and said, "Boss, do these methods you mentioned really work? I've never seen anyone do this before. If it doesn't work..."

Wen Xiuyi cursed, "It works, how could it not work? This is the experience accumulated by our ancestors over hundreds of years of improvement."

But he didn't dare to say this, he just said: "Dad, if you believe me, it will definitely work. This year we will fertilize ourselves, and the output will definitely increase next year. If we can't increase the amount, then I will pay all our grain taxes next year." Out."