I have made a fortune by farming

Chapter 448
For Jiao Shi, her husband is her god, and her man has always been honest, so now she can say such a thing, it is obviously intolerable, maybe... She really lost face to the man!

This man's face is very important, if he loses it too many times, maybe he will find a new love outside...

Thinking of this, Jiao Shi gritted her teeth and finally nodded.

Song Yinshan is not reluctant to part with the money, he has saved some money by making Liangpi these few days, and he has also settled the bill for a set of furniture he made before, and now he has more than two taels of silver in his hand to spend.

Song Ying made it very clear that she did this for Song Yinshan's three sons.

So Song Yinshan gritted his teeth and went to the county seat to buy new clothes for his two sons and send them over, especially now that it's cold, he needs to wear thicker clothes.

Clothes were not that expensive, but almost all of them were repurchased at Sanfang, so it cost a little more.

After the things were brought back, Jiao almost fainted.

However, she didn't give her time to think about it.

Because every household has started to collect food.

The whole village is in motion.

Song Ying has a lot of land, and the [-] acres of paddy fields are all rice, and all of them are growing now. Song Ying has gone to see the grain in the field, and the rice ears are full, which should be a bumper harvest.

Not only her family, but other families in the village are also full of hope for this year.

"It's really strange. This year's day is no different from the previous two years. There are still a lot of bugs, but the rice is growing better than before!" Many people couldn't help but sigh.

Song Ying grinned.

Naturally, it was because she invited the frog monster to eat the bugs.

but……

The air in Xinghua Village this year seems to be much cleaner and sweeter than the original owner remembered.

The whole village is full of joy at the moment, and every household is busy. Song Ying has never done farm work before, but she has the memory of the original owner, so she looks decent when she picks up the sickle.

The food development in the Dading Dynasty was not bad. In the area of ​​Yongcheng, rice was popular, but millet and millet were less planted. Of course, in other places, the climate and soil quality were different, and the food grown was also different.

In Yongcheng, rice and wheat alternate, dry land soybeans, beets, potatoes, and sweet potatoes are the mainstays, and some people grow mulberry and hemp. However, Xinghua Village mainly imports rice, and mulberry and hemp are slightly less.

Looking at the golden landscape, Song Ying and Niu Dali bent over and began to work.

Both were slow at first.

After all, he is really not familiar with this life.

The women next door couldn't help laughing at Song Ying a few times, and shouted that when they finished cutting the rice, they would definitely come and help Song Ying...

Not to mention the next door, even the Song family has already made up their minds, and when their rice harvest is over, they will immediately go to Song Ying's side to help.

But after one morning, the situation is different.

Song Ying felt that she installed a small motor.

Niu Dali found a trick to work.

She swept it around with one hand, and lightly lifted the sickle with the other hand, a small piece of rice fell down, and within a short while, it was piled up into a small pile. At this moment, Dabai walked over with a cart, and With a strong and gentle hug, the two heavy stacks of rice just got on the car!
No need to be driven or urged, Dabai moved his hooves, turned around and took the rice back home.

When they got home, the Ginseng Essence took advantage of the fact that no one else was paying attention, and transformed into a long beard, and dragged the rice into the yard, and the frog monster who sneaked over also got involved.

When the cart is empty, Dabai will come again.

Every family has rice that has fallen to the ground, and behind the adults who work, most of them are followed by little girls picking up rice ears.

Behind Song Ying and Niu Dali, there was a picker...a chicken.

(End of this chapter)