Spring comes to the desperate place

Chapter 463 Qiu Wandai

The youngest son and daughter were still childishly competing to see who was the youngest. Grandpa Song couldn't stand it anymore, so he picked up his grandson and stuffed him into Song Chunxiao's arms.

"Look, this is the youngest in our family now, and there's an even younger one still in your sister-in-law's belly."

Holding the one-year-old baby, Song Chunxiao and Song Chunhua finally shut up and started to play with the child.

When Song Qinshi saw them playing with their little grandson, she couldn't help but think of when they first came to the capital, Song Chunxiao was also about the same age. In the blink of an eye, he had grown into an adult.

"Alas, time is merciless. Look, neither of these two is worry-free." Song Qinshi couldn't help but complain to her husband.

Song Dazhuang said, "They've never experienced hardship. They say children from poor families grow up early. Our family's life gets better and better every year, and with their three older brothers supporting them, they've become so heartless. Just be happy that they haven't grown up badly."

Song Qin thought about it and it made sense, so she stopped worrying about it. She carried the wrapped dumplings to the pot. When a large pot of dumplings was cooked, it was served with cucumber cold dishes. Everyone was very satisfied with the meal.

Song Chunxiao eats the most in the family. Song Chunsheng has never eaten as much as his younger brother. Looking at him wolfing down the food, and then glancing at the gentle Song Chunming, he felt inexplicably disgusted. In his heart, he also agreed with his mother's words. They went to college together, but why is one of them looking more and more like a scholar, while the other is still like a little bumpkin, and his eating manners are much more rude.

At night, Song Qin was lying in bed, talking to her husband about Song Chunlin, who had not returned for three years, and she couldn't help sighing again.

"Alas, it's been three years. Last time, the Marquis said that the war over there was almost over. So much time has passed. Even if the Jin Kingdom is tough, it should be gnawed away by now."

Song Dazhuang leaned over and gently patted his wife's shoulder, comforting her: "That brat is very capable. Besides, they're not only going there to fight, but also to do some construction there. This trip back and forth is bound to delay us for a while. Let's wait a little longer. If he doesn't come back by the end of the year, I'll find a way to go over there and look for him."

"What are you looking for? You are not allowed to go." Song Qin immediately interrupted her husband's thoughts.

"The war in the north isn't over yet. What can a farmer like you do there? You didn't find others, but you got yourself killed. If you had even one tenth of Chunlin's ability, I wouldn't bother stopping you. Don't mention this again. The children will naturally come back after the war. Don't add to the trouble with your old arms and legs."

Under Song Qin's firm opposition, Song Dazhuang gave up the idea of ​​going to the north to look for someone. In fact, what he didn't finish saying was that he could directly follow the Gu family's team transporting food to the north, and he wouldn't have to worry about his safety on the road. It was just that his wife objected so much, so Song Dazhuang no longer insisted.

A few days after the autumn harvest, the Song family's workshop became busy again. The sweet potatoes in the fields were harvested, and the hired workers were busy grinding the sweet potatoes to make sweet potato flour.

The sweet potato noodles made by the Song family in recent years are supplied to the north like food. This stuff is durable. The north is cold, and people like to stew and cook, which just suits the appetite of the people there. In winter, a bowl of hot sweet potato noodles with some homemade chili sauce and vinegar is sour and spicy that it is not satisfying. Therefore, the demand there has always been very large, and the amount produced by one workshop of the Song family is not enough.

Song Dazhuang has never kept his secrets secret. He teaches everyone how to make sweet potato flour. In addition, sweet potatoes have been grown all over Dajing in recent years, and the methods of making sweet potato flour and potato flour have spread from one person to another. As a result, most places now have small workshops like this one that specialize in making potato flour and sweet potato flour. If the Song family does not have enough, they will directly order from other local workshops. It is estimated that the same will happen this year.

However, Song Dazhuang felt that they might not need to transport sweet potato flour to the north soon. With Song Chunlin there, he might have already opened up a large piece of land and planted ten or eight acres of sweet potatoes and potatoes. By then, there would be no need for them to transport it over, as they could do it themselves.

I have to say that Song Dazhuang knew Song Chunlin quite well, but the reality was still a little different. It was true that Song Chunlin had opened up a piece of land, but he did not plant those high-yield potatoes and sweet potatoes first, but directly planted rice.

When others saw that he had planted dozens of acres of rice on such a large scale, they were all dumbfounded.

What about the big piece of land? If he doesn’t want to build a house, then he doesn’t have to, but why does he grow rice?

Others may not know, but Gu Fengyue, his bedmate, knows that he is replicating the Northeast rice of his previous life.

It's just that this piece of land is indeed too large, and it consumes a lot of manpower and material resources every year. Fortunately, they also have a lot of horses, and they exchanged a lot of cattle with those barbarians. With cattle and horses, the efficiency of plowing the land has increased many times, and they can also free up their hands to deal with the Jin people.

For the sake of the cattle and horses, Song Chunlin specially selected a piece of land with abundant grass and water, spread alfalfa, and let the cattle and horses graze there.

Although many people opposed rice planting at the beginning, when the harvest came, everyone looked at the golden rice ears, and those who had planted the land were so shocked by the scene that they were speechless.

"Did we really grow these? Wow, these rice ears are growing really well, so heavy. It looks like the harvest will definitely be good."

"Of course not. Young Master Song brought us here to grow them. Young Master Song's family specializes in this. You all know potatoes, sweet potatoes, and corn, right? They're all grown by Young Master Song's family."

Everyone suddenly realized what was going on. Following the deputy general's order, everyone carried sickles and threshers and began to harvest. Basket after basket of rice was harvested and transported to the threshing ground that had been compacted in advance. Soon, the threshing ground was covered with a layer of golden color, and it was all rice at a glance.

The news of the good harvest soon reached the emperor, along with a notebook made by Song Chunlin and a group of local farmers. It contained records of everything from seed selection, breeding, transplanting, and fertilizing, even the weather and temperature, which was extremely detailed and precious.

The Grand Minister of Agriculture had changed into a younger face. He held the thick letter in his hands, his hands trembling. Such detailed first-hand information was actually given to him?

"Your Majesty, this information is truly invaluable. May I take it to Dajing College and review it with the people from the Agricultural College?"

"This is related to agriculture and sericulture. Feel free to take it. This is also the original intention of their recording these things."

"Thank you, Your Majesty. Your Majesty loves the people like your own children. Our Great Jing will surely prosper for thousands of years."