Black Widow became the richest man by farming

"After deep plowing, this plow needs to be plowed one foot deep." Ye Sanniang gestured with her fingers, "Deep plowing means to turn over the salt in the surface soil to the bottom of the plow layer, and turn the soil with less salt in the lower layer to the surface. Plowing can loosen the soil. The plowing layer can reduce the evaporation of soil water and effectively control the return of soil salt.” Seriously, he said, “The best time to plow saline-alkali land is spring and autumn. Spring and autumn are seasons when the return of salt is relatively heavy. Helps kill pests in the soil."

"Pests?" Lin Wenlong said in surprise.

"The pests were turned down, and they were suffocated without air." Ye Sanniang said as she looked at them with pearly eyes.

"Buried alive!" Lin Wenlong said with a chuckle.

"Yes!" Ye Sanniang said with a smile, "Deep plowing is also good for removing weeds, which is definitely worth promoting." Then she added, "It is also necessary to rake the land in a timely manner, which can loosen the topsoil and prevent the return of salt. The land should be harrowed at the right time, shallow spring plowing, early fall plowing, dry plowing but not wet plowing." He raised his index finger and said, "Finally, we need to fertilize more. The crops are full of dung."

"Is it that simple?" Lin Wenlong looked at her in shock and said.

"It sounds simple, but it's not easy at all to do it." Master Lin frowned slightly and looked at his innocent son and said, "It's not just one family, it's the whole county that has to do it. Farming is the hardest work, and it cannot be faked.”

"However, this is no pains, no gains. No matter how much you put in, it will pay you back. It will not be in vain." Ye Sanniang said as she looked at them with raised eyebrows and dark eyes full of smiles.

"En!" Master Lin smiled with his eyebrows stretched when he heard the words, and stared at her with folded hands, and said seriously, "Thank you."

"Thank you?" Ye Sanniang looked at him gently and said, "Only if you control the sandstorm and the salinization of the land can we farm better, otherwise it will expand and affect us sooner or later. .” Said solemnly, “So this is only a matter of your county.”

"This is the original intention of your visit." Mr. Lin looked at her in surprise and said.

"Yes!" Ye Sanniang said without concealment, "This really cannot be done alone."

"Madam Ye, please write it down, please?" Master Lin looked directly at her and cupped his hands.

"No problem." Ye Sanniang responded readily, hearing the raging wind outside the cabin, she couldn't help but said worriedly, "This house won't be blown down by the wind!"

"No, it has been standing for so many years, and it can withstand even the strongest wind." Master Lin said confidently, "Every summer, it will be repaired."

"We used other people's firewood, what should we do?" Ye Sanniang asked again worriedly.

"The villagers around here will come here from time to time to replenish firewood." Master Lin said with a smile when he heard this.

"That's good." Ye Sanniang looked at them with bright eyes and said, "Oh! The water is boiling."

Gao Mancang picked up the earthen pot on the fire and poured four bowls of water.

After drinking water, they lie down around the campfire with their clothes on and rest.

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A few days later, the wind stopped, and Ye Sanniang and the others, who were eating steamed buns and planning to leave after eating, were startled by the noise outside the house.

"What's the matter?" Ye Sanniang raised her eyes and looked outside, she couldn't see anything behind the door.

"The wind has stopped, let's go and have a look." Lord Lin handed the baked buns to Lin Wenlong and said, "Here, I'll go out and have a look." He got up and opened the door and went out.

This time I heard clearly, shouting, shouting, "Beat him, beat him..."

The muffled sound of the branches hitting his body was endless.

"What are you doing?" Mr. Lin said, looking at the seven or eight men from a distance.

Everyone looked over, recognized Master Lin, and said excitedly, "Master Lin is you!"

"How to beat people!" Master Lin said displeasedly as he watched them waving the branches in his hands, "Stop, stop."

A man who was tied up was pushed over by them.

"He stole my sorghum."

"Shouldn't you be beaten for stealing? You deserve it."

"Master Lin..." The tied man knelt down with a plop, "It's not that I want to steal, but the baby at home is really hungry." He walked towards Master Lin and said, "Master Lin, Master Lin, look , You see, my hungry person is swollen. I just stole a bowl of sorghum rice and asked the children to eat it, please."

Bang bang bang, knock your head in the yellow sand...

"You can't beat people! They are all from the same village." Master Lin looked at them and said, "Let go, let go."

"Master Lin, I just asked him to return the sorghum rice, but he refused to give it back, so we tied him up."

"If you don't pay it back, if you don't pay it back, my family will starve to death." The man kneeling on the ground gritted his teeth and said.

Ye Sanniang left the cabin, the weather is fine today, the sky is blue and blue.

But Ye Sanniang thought that she was in the Gobi desert, with rolling sand dunes clearly visible in the distance, and yellow sand everywhere nearby.

A few dry grasses and Zihuatong, deeply rooted in the sand, stand tall and straight.

"Listen, what is this called? Your family is starving to death, but my family will not starve to death."

The branch in his hand hit the man's body, bang bang...

The clothes were thin, and they were whipped like this, and the clothes were pulled strand by strand.

"You don't have anything to eat, you shouldn't steal anything! My family's life is not easy!"

"You stole it, what should I do?"

"A bowl of sorghum rice, you won't starve to death!"

"Look what he said?"

"Stop, stop." Master Lin stepped forward and snatched the branches from their hands, "What right do you have to hit people!" He looked at the branches in his hands and threw them aside.

"I...I..." He looked at Master Lin aggrievedly, tears streaming down his face, kneeling on the ground and said, "Master Lin, I can't live through this day."

"You..." Mr. Lin looked at the sufferer in front of him, and was interrupted just as he started talking.

"Her father, his father..."

"father……"

A peasant woman with a child in her arms and five or six children by her side threw herself in front of the man who stole sorghum, crying and shouting, "Why do you beat people!"

"father……"

Master Lin and Lin Wenlong stepped forward to untie the hemp rope from the heavily bound man.

Ye Sanniang looked at the children who were barefoot in winter, wearing ragged clothes, shivering from the cold.

The peasant woman pulled out the hemp rope while crying, "Just tie it up! Don't whip it! Look at how you're still wearing this clothes! It's not warm in the first place, but now your flesh is exposed."

The children cried and shouted, "Daddy, Daddy..."

"I remember you, you are from Huangjia Village, Huang Youtian, Huang Lizheng." Master Lin said, looking at Huang Youtian, the sufferer who was still kneeling on the ground.

Eight o'clock in the morning, ask for a monthly ticket, ask for collection