The god stick is not terrible, but I am afraid that the god stick himself does not believe in God.

Shi asked questions, but instead of rushing to answer them, he used the excuse that the children were about to come to listen to the story.

Leave the suspense and talk about it later, maybe it's because there are too few people for the time being, and I'll talk about it when there are more people.

The Ming Ghost and Tianzhi of the Mo family are a loophole that cannot be solved and is difficult to grow. Even if he didn't believe it, since he wanted to rely on the Mo family to make trouble, he had to talk about this issue.

Shortly after dinner, before the clay pots were cleaned, some children came into the courtyard.

A few sensible children picked some artemisia grass along the way and added it to the fire in the courtyard, the smell of wormwood burning is not liked by mosquitoes, it can repel mosquitoes, and it is also convenient to listen to stories around.

Shishi is a good storyteller, and in this day and age, even the most rudimentary storytelling skills will attract many people.

The children and the idle adults, blinking, listening to the story of the Chu State that happened thousands of miles away and half a hundred years ago, sighed at the strange woman who was begged by Wu Zixu's daughter not to tell her whereabouts and thought it was an insult to throw herself into the river and died.

The story stops when it is most critical, and deduces that it is too late, so don't miss the next morning to work in the fields.

The crowd dispersed, accompanied by the stars.

The crowd is here again, with the setting sun.

In this way, this small courtyard has become a gathering place for more and more people from the nearby village community to enjoy the shade in the evening.

In the beginning, there were only twenty or thirty children, seven or eight adults.

Then there were forty or fifty children, twenty or thirty adults.

The story starts with Wu Zixu hanging his head and laughing at the dead country, and talks about the change of color in the world of Cangjie's words; From Mozi stopping Chu from attacking the Song Dynasty, it is said that the Tian family of Qi Guo fought out of the small fight to attract serfs to flee; From Dayu's compliance with Tianzhi to lead the tribes to repair rivers and reclaim them, to put an end to the civil war of inheritance, to the Zhou Dynasty's compliance with Tianzhi, Jingtian's colonization, abandonment of slaves, and less sacrifice and sacrifice, and then to what should Tianzhi be like under today's production conditions......

Later, each family took turns to prepare some firewood and grass, to light the fire, and to rub hemp around the fire every night when listening to stories, to learn to weave mats from reed poles, or to dig holes in wood with fire to make flails, and all kinds of strange things.

Eventually, people began to think that the courtyard of the Luhua family was too small, so they moved the location to the grain field. Using the mat that I had just learned and made of reed poles, I built a pergola that could shelter from the summer rain and autumn wind.

About a month later, Shi Ye finally organized a collective action to replace the original public welfare power of the village community, and led these people who listened to stories, learned to make up seats, made flails, and complained all day long, and renovated the roof of an orphan and widow in the village community.

A simple roof made of thatch and reed mats can always keep out the rain that grows more and more as the thunder roars.

But he never talked about Tianzhi and ghosts and gods anymore, and he felt that it was not the right time.

Since the heavenly ghosts are dead and the will of heaven can be pushed, then there is only this life and no afterlife, let alone hell and heaven.

There is no hell and heaven, the six realms of evil ghosts, and reincarnation, and if you want these village gangsters to believe in the existence of the Promised Land, you can only let them see it in this life.

Let them see hope, touch the truth, and experience the happiness that they never dared to imagine before.

This kind of hope and truth, when there is no power, no land, no money, no ploughing oxen and horses, can only rely on those seeds that have been sown but have not yet been harvested.

Before the harvest, sow the fantasy of the Nine Paradises; After the harvest, you can touch the hope of the Nine Paradises.

……

To plant, you need to know the solar terms.

The Yin calendar used by the Song State was one month earlier than the lunar calendar that Shi was familiar with, and the first month of the Yin calendar was the December of the lunar calendar that he was familiar with.

Although the calendars are different, the most basic winter solstice is the same, the shadow of the wooden pole is the shortest on this day, and the winter is not like the summer solstice when the sky is full of sky to affect the observation, this day is very accurate for all countries.

At this time, the weather was much warmer than in the previous life, and it was appropriate to hear Wei say that he had seen crocodiles, and the Song Kingdom was put in Henan in the later life, and it was obviously much warmer to have crocodiles here.

The seeds in his hands can basically be harvested before the arrival of winter, the frost-free period is sufficient, and the solar terms are basically the right time point for two crops a year or three crops in two years in the last and later generations.

Only Lu Hua and Wei know about the seeds, and they are also the first two people to hear "Tianwen", so there is no need to worry that they will say it.

The chosen land is well hidden, although the millet always looks dejected after the ears are set, and it cannot be used as a green gauze tent that can only be used by sorghum, but it is enough to cover the sight of some people.

The three acres of land had already been vacated, and although the reeds were distressed to pull out all the well-growing seedlings, they were also full of joy after the corn, cotton, peanuts, sesame, etc. had sprouted.

Sweet potatoes are placed at home and moistened sand soil to promote young shoots; Potatoes are all sliced, buried deep in the soil, and embrace the sun with the power of life; When the sunflower grows up, it is most afraid of flocks of birds, and it is planted in the courtyard, and it is somewhat similar to the phoenix tree before it blooms......

What surprised the reeds and reeds the most was not that the seeds actually sprouted, but that they were planted in the right way.

Before dawn, he took the wooden rake and went to the field.

Digging deep into the originally soft soil and preparing ridges with a simple stone hoe is completely different from other places.

At noon, when others are resting, it is appropriate to carry a wicker basket on their backs and pick up dog shit and cow dung in the middle of the world. Every evening before eating, he would run to the silt pond, dig out a basket of silt, and fill it in his three acres of small land.

Between each row of ridges, the unpleasant mugwort leaves are carefully buried, so that the mole crickets and maggots who are used to living underground have no choice but to move away from the unpleasant smell.

A few days before the seeds were planted, a small shed was erected every night against a mattress to intimidate the rats who came out at night.

Corn pollination depends on the wind, so corn must be planted very densely. Otherwise, the pollen will fly everywhere and will not fall on the ears, and the corn kernels will be sparse like the teeth of a seventy-year-old man.

Carrots like water and fertilizer and need to dig deep to loosen the soil. Otherwise, the carrots that grow on the stiff ground can't be called ghost fingers, or the ghost is Wu Dalang's appearance that day.

Sweet potato leaves like to take root, if you usually need to remove these roots, but at this time you need to let them take more roots to grow more tubers.

Pumpkins like to climb vines, but they can't get too close to peanuts, otherwise they will cover them to death......

Different crops require different means.

Farming is a technical job, not the most unskilled job, but this technology has penetrated into the hearts of everyone in the future generations of Zhuxia, so that people think that this is the most humble and unskilled work.

In Wei's opinion, this is a servant of the banker, which is comparable to those slaves who are waiting for the nobles in the private fields of the nobles in the distance.

If the land is to be handled like this, it will tire the individual, and a family of more than 100 acres of land will not be able to cultivate intensively in this way.

How did he know that before the era that he was familiar with, there were many people and little land, and intensive cultivation had become the instinct of farmers, and it was no longer the rough years of the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period.

In just one month, Shi's shoulders have become thicker because of carrying the basket all day, his hands have calluses left by intimate contact with wood all day long, and his body has also lost weight.

In addition to being busy with his own affairs every day, he also has to help the reeds and reeds in the field during the day. Even if the brother and sister don't need it, he is still the same, from the perspective of mutual benefit, his family is the most short of labor, and he is a long-term worker who only eats and does not need money, so no one will get tired of it.

In the evening, he would tell stories to adults and children with his tired body, some simple disease prevention, and some simple and practical handicrafts that can be done in the farm.

When he was tired and couldn't bear it, he would hide in a place where no one was, cheer himself up, and tell himself that if he wanted to do great things, he would always have to endure great hardships, and he must ensure that the first wave of harvest frightened everyone, so that he could talk about Tianzhi and ghosts, so that he could have a reputation before Mozi came back.

Man is the most resilient and endurance animal, and everyone does not know where their limits are.

Shi didn't know, but after this month, he knew that he could suffer so much.

Two months later, it was even hotter.

After a summer rain, those expensive seeds with a strong vitality continue to stretch their arms towards the sky.

The four rows of corn grew as thick as the thumb of a nobleman who drew a bow all year round; Sweet potatoes spread over that small area of land and continued to expand; Potatoes are not infested by ladybugs smuggled from the Americas, and have no natural predators; Sesame seeds are elevated and have bloomed small yellow flowers; Wild bees and butterflies dance in the palm-sized pumpkin flowers of children; There is too little sorghum to count as a green yarn tent, but it also stands straight; The first male flower of the peanut has fallen, piercing the dirt and wants to meet the female peanut......

Under the simple pergola that can keep out the scorching sun and summer rain, reeds and reeds have become regular customers, and they can't get enough of these growing crops with joy.

Compared with the original scattering of seeds, the rows of crops are like the most elite soldiers, indescribably magnificent. Those green leaves and yellow flowers that spread out bear the hope of a few stones per mu that I heard a few months ago.

I chose two carrots, dug them out, washed them and handed them to the brothers and sisters, the crisp and sweet taste was fragrant, and Lu Hua felt that this was the best thing she had ever eaten.

There is no longer the panic when I heard the word ghost, but I am full of gratitude to the heavenly ghost.

The juice rippled between his mouth and tongue, and he was reluctant to swallow it, but chewed into a fine sand-like paste common on the banks of the Shangqiu River, and carefully felt it with the tip of his tongue.

After a crisp sound, Lu Hua handed the remaining half to Shi.

"Why don't you eat it?"

Shi didn't answer, and said with a smile: "I'm tired of eating." Nowadays, the ghost finger is a good thing, and you can't get tired of eating it every day, at least it's better than being hungry. But we ink people, but we hope that people all over the world are tired of eating ghost fingers, and finally find that millet is still delicious. ”

Lu Hua thought, how can anyone get tired of eating ghost fingers? If you choose it yourself, you would rather eat it every day, and if it is cooked, it will be very sweet.

Maybe one day, I really get tired of eating, but at most, I find that millet and millet are better than this ghost finger, what is wheat? How can it be better than this?

After another crisp sound that bit off the ghost finger, Lu Hua approached Shi and whispered, "Little brother, you must have never eaten wheat, right?" The wheat is not delicious, and the skin is not delicious no matter how long it is cooked. ”

She thought, ghost fingers, black jade, Xia Kui, these things, you must be better than I know whether they taste good or not.

But the wheat, I have eaten too much, and it really doesn't taste good. If you say that the wheat is delicious, others will laugh at you.

I don't want people to laugh at you. No one can. She thought, and then thought she should make herself a nice new dress.