Those years of farming in the mountains

Chapter 109
It's not a problem to eat peach blossoms all day long. In contrast, he still hopes to taste the taste of peaches.

Picking up the soil bag, Chen Yu went to the mountain field and bowed down to start weeding.

The soil and rocks in the mountains are slightly half-cut, and the grass growing in the soil requires a lot of effort to pull it up. If it is a large group, you have to use an iron hoe.This is the case with opening fields on the mountain, with twice the result and half the effort.

It's just that he has no other choice. This land is already the best land that can be found around. If he wants to go to the field, he has to go down the mountain, or go into the mountain, to the place where the dead branches and leaves are fertilized.

Chen Yu didn't want to be troublesome, and only planned to take care of the field in his hand, not to mention that there was no other way.He has spiritual liquid in his hand, which can largely replace fertility and accelerate the growth of crops.

However, it has not yet been decided whether to sprinkle the spiritual liquid, and it is still waiting for the spring millet to grow in the medicine field to see if there are any side effects.

It didn't take long for weeding. After returning to the mountain, I was working hard in the fields, so there were not many weeds.

Then there is watering.

The clouds in the sky became lighter, and I don't know if it will rain this time. There is always a wind whistling in my ears, but there are no raindrops.

The water is picked from a small pond formed by a shallow stream on the mountainside. It is not deep, and it is overflowed by mountain streams. It has been flowing for more than ten years, and there has been no trace of fish or shrimp.

There used to be a lot of straight trees growing on both sides, which were used by the disciples of the Taoist temple as a good place to carry water and chop firewood.

After cutting down a lot, that small piece became what it is now, with only weeds covering the ankle deep.

Twenty or thirty reeds were swaying in the corner, and it was not yet blooming in June. However, as Chen Yu arrived with a pole, there was still a pheasant of various colors fluttering away after a cry.He poked his head into the reeds, and immediately saw a nest made of tangled hay.

There are roots, fallen leaves, and broken hemp that I don’t know where to find, and they are placed on the reed poles, and the clear pond water is rippling below.

The nest was only half completed, so he didn't look at it too much. He put down the bucket and scooped up most of it, then picked it up on his shoulder and walked away quickly.

There are a lot of pheasants nearby, and there is no one on Qingtai Mountain except Yunhe Temple. It was good in the past, some Taoists went to the mountain to feed from time to time, but after the population decreased, these wild birds and animals increased.

There is not much to eat in this pond, there are no fish and shrimps. It is estimated that even if they give birth to offspring, they will only be able to find beetles, earthworms and the like to fill their stomachs, or they can eat some grass seeds, just like the chicken brothers in the chicken coop. Can be full left and right.

On the mountain road, thinking about all kinds of miscellaneous things, he stepped very lightly, every step between stepping on it, he crossed the stone steps like a dragonfly on water.

Smart, light and graceful.

Of all Yunheguan's kung fu, this is the only footwork that can satisfy him.I don't know if God compensated for the bluntness of other martial arts. Chen Yu's footwork can be described as a rapid progress, which is no slower than internal training with the aid of Qi.

Up to now, this kung fu has almost been practiced to the point of perfection, even if the old Taoist is resurrected, he will be amazed.

The bucket has a flat bottom, not a rounded tip, and he kept walking all the way up. Even if he was really tired, he could rest his breath. However, Chen Yu picked it up to the mountain field, and didn't spill even a drop of water. He scooped it all up and poured it to Chun millet seedlings.

The spoon is very long, about one foot long, and the wooden stand on the mouth is filled with water to splash on the field.

It took another half an hour to go back and forth to water the field.

……

There was not much to say in the afternoon, the mountain was very leisurely, and he rested after watering the ground. Chen Yu flipped through the Taoist scrolls. Recently, he was thinking about how to write his book.

I haven't started writing yet, there are pens, ink and inkstone in the view, but the paper for writing is missing.

Not without it, but too little, not enough to cause trouble for others.

Writing a book is a process of self-organization, and sometimes you have to write out what is in your head to find the problem.

At that time, it will really become a book, and you can also read it and review it every day, adding, deleting, and correcting while straightening out your thoughts, so as not to go astray.

Especially when it comes to cultivation, it can't be sloppy.

In the past few days, he is planning to go down the mountain to the next county town to buy some food, mainly oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, and noodles.If you can find ginger, buy some, star anise and other spices are the same as above.

The second is to buy paper and pay off.

The latter is also called 'Guo Jing', which means the cleanliness of the house, and the sound is the same as 'Guo Jing', which is a local product used to wash pots and utensils.It can remove oil stains, similar to caustic soda and caustic soda.There were some in Yunhe Guanzhong originally, but they were used up not long ago. After frying in a pan yesterday, I found that cleaning is really troublesome, and there is always a greasy feeling on the fingertips.

It took two more pots of boiling water to barely wash it off, and the oil stains were removed. Fortunately, there is no shortage of firewood on the mountain.

"There is no hurry to go down the mountain, wait for the spring millet to be harvested before going."

When I returned to the mountain, in the middle of the fifth month, I poured a bag of spiritual liquid, and the spring millet in the medicine field was growing well, and now it has headed, with a little golden color.

The spring millet cultivated by the spiritual liquid not only grows fast, but also has thin shells and large grains. Nearly thirty grains can grow on a string of ears.

In my memory, the spring millet in this life is different from the yellow rice that I have seen in my previous life. The yield and taste are much better, but it is still impossible for ordinary spring millet to grow to this extent. A string of spikes can be in the early twenties at most, and empty shells are very common.

"The handle is stiff, not crooked like others."

Food crops are the most prone to diseases, various insect diseases, but the spring millet in this field does not have this problem.

Chen Yu thought about calculating the total amount after harvesting, and then polishing some for a try. If there were any side effects, he would stop in time and stop watering with spiritual liquid.

However, this possibility is unlikely. At present, the spiritual liquid is the same as the spiritual machine. Although the effect is not as good, the changes are all positive, unless it cannot be absorbed and it will cause adverse effects.

About two days.

Counting it, the spring millet was planted on the wooden planks for a while, and then it was immediately sown in the field after it germinated. Now that January has passed, it is much earlier than that in the mountain field.

Rubbing his chin, he thought that if he had time, he should be able to plant another batch. Of course, the premise is that there are really no problems with these spring millets.

"It's just that if this is the case, some Yuan Linggen will have to be added to the fourth batch of cultivation, so as not to be insufficient in the future."

A white stick can catalyze a Yuanling root, which contains eight to eleven spirit beads, which is equivalent to four to five bags of spiritual liquid—although he has already used the bamboo tube for storage, he is still used to using bags to Describe, and the amount of a tube depends on the size of the bamboo tube, while the water bladder should be more regular and easy to remember.

"One bag is needed for one application of watering, and these are used twice in the medicine field. If it expands, it is estimated that one more watering will be needed."

Three bags of spiritual liquid in one month, this amount is not much.

Three bags of psychic liquid can be exchanged for a high yield and ripening several months in advance, which is not a loss at all in his opinion.

(End of this chapter)