Lady Caisang: My husband is a little sweet

Chapter 433 Writing a Book
"There is something wrong this year, so I postponed planting until after July and a half. I don't know if it will be too late."

As Yan's father said, he opened a corner of the field ridge with his bare hands, exposing the root system underneath. Gu Qingya crouched down holding Feifei, and looked carefully, only particles about the size of her little finger could be seen at the root.

"Father, I seem to have read it in a book. This thing is afraid of heat. It should be about half a month after it blooms in September and October."

Gu Qingya worked hard, and said briefly, "The size is probably related to the breed. If you save the big ones, and pass them down from generation to generation, you will always be able to cultivate good ones."

After hearing this, Father Yan nodded and said, "There is no human race for these things, because they are so small, even if there are many in one, no one is willing to plant them. It's better than sweet potatoes."

"Father, this food is actually very good. If it's a big variety, the harvest will not be lower than that of sweet potatoes. The important thing is that if you eat too much of it, it won't be as heartburning as sweet potatoes."

"Huh, really?" Father Yan raised his eyebrows, obviously interested, "Then I really need to think about it."

Seeing the cheerful smile on Yan's father's face, Gu Qingya couldn't help but feel relieved. When a person's body has shortcomings, he must be inferior to others in physical labor, but he can find a sense of accomplishment in other aspects. For a person It is undoubtedly very important for men.

She was very happy that father Yan found it and became a forerunner.Looking at Yan's father's mental outlook now, compared with that of more than ten years ago, they are completely different two people.

"However, father, the leaves of this thing are not edible, they are poisonous, and if the soil egg sprouts in a large area or turns green, it cannot be eaten, it will be poisonous."

Gu Qingya thought for a while and added, "If only one or two sprouts grow, dig out the surrounding flesh and soak it in cold water for more than [-] quarters of an hour, and it will be fine if it is fully cooked."

"However, if you usually cook it, it's better to soak it in cold water for a quarter of an hour, so you won't be afraid of any problems."

Always take extra care with what you import, especially this new crop, and if something happens, the person promoting it will likely be identified as the culprit.

Therefore, all hidden dangers must be pointed out at the beginning, and many unnecessary troubles will naturally be encountered.

Father Yan couldn't help laughing when he heard this, "Isn't this the same as that wild vegetable, it's also slightly poisonous, and you have to deal with it a little before you can eat it."

"That's right." Gu Qingya smiled, standing on the ground and looking at the layers of terraced fields. At this moment, the ground is still yellow and green, and in a month or so, it will be golden.

"Okay, let's go back, the sun is already setting." Yan's father pulled the baby a little, and the mountain wind picked up in the evening.

On the way back, from time to time, I could meet returning children with scalpers and goats. The children even had a lot of myrtle in their pockets, and their lips turned black from eating.

"Qingya, do you think it's necessary for me to write down my abilities?" Yan's father had this idea in his heart, but he never told his son, but he didn't feel any pressure when he mentioned it to his daughter.

Especially in the past two years, this idea has become even stronger.He remembered that when he got the books related to the improved seeds, he had vague thoughts at that time.

At that time, I didn’t have much food in my stomach. After years of research and exploration, I also experienced insect infestation, and I also saw the diseases of the plants themselves. Isn’t it all things that make everyone worry?

The geographical environment of each place is different, and one set of things may not be suitable for other places, just like the improvement of seeds can only be used as a reference.

"Father, this is good. Why can't I write it down? You can start writing now. Anyway, Qinghe is at home, so you can dictate to him." Gu Qingya is very much in favor of it. Farming is the foundation of a country, not to mention leaving a reputation , can benefit future generations, how can we not do it?
"I used to think that only scholars could write, but I never dared to mention it to Qing He." Firstly, the identity of a scholar is important, and secondly, books are expensive, and paper and ink are not cheap.

Gu Qingya stopped and looked at Yan's father seriously, "Father, now that Qinghe has passed the Jinshi examination and changed his family, it doesn't mean that no one from our Yan family will be able to farm in the future. It is suitable, and our descendants will always have someone who needs it."

"Is it really not a joke?"

"Who dares to laugh at you, why should a person who has nothing in his belly to write down be handed down to the world?" Gu Qingya said sonorously.

"It's me, and I want to write one or two books for my children to pass on from generation to generation. It's not about poetry and songs, but some knowledge that they can use in their study and life."

"Of course, I'm not saying that poems, songs and prose are not important, but we are not talented people with great literary talent, so we should focus on ourselves." In order to make her words more convincing, Gu Qingya gave another example.

"Like some doctors, he has great medical skills and has his own abilities. If he writes his own opinions and discusses cases, people who study medicine in the future will see that it will be more beneficial than a few apprentices?"

This long series of words shook Father Yan's heart a lot. It turns out that some things can still be understood in this way.

"Qingya, what you said is very reasonable. I want Qinghe to write these words." Yan's father looked at his daughter with relief, "We as parents haven't been able to teach you much, you worked very hard."

But here I don't know how much suffering I have suffered. Father Yan felt a little sour in his heart. He only thought that Gu Qingya and Jiang Rong'an would often ask for help in order to read books, but they didn't know that their daughter and son-in-law both had golden fingers.

Gu Qingya changed Feifei to the other hand, and the father and daughter continued to walk forward, "It will take three to five years to write a book, father, think about it carefully, this is something that can be famous, If we are lucky, after hundreds of years later generations will come to study our agricultural and mulberry level at this time, won’t this book become a reference material?”

When Yan's father heard this, his eyes lit up involuntarily, and his whole back straightened up.

Gu Qingya smiled, people of this era are naturally poorer in material compared to later generations, but some spirits are not available in later generations.

A good reputation is not just a beautiful coat, it shows that this person or this family has made great achievements in some aspects and can become an example, such as character, good deeds and so on.

And the people with a good reputation often have descendants who are not too bad. When the general environment changes drastically, they can often survive without mediocrity.

"Qingya, you're right. This matter is not shameful. Besides, if our family doesn't tell the outside world, who knows what I'm doing. I really want to be confused."

Father Yan also hopes that he can add two words to his family tree in the future, so that future generations will know that he is not a mediocre person.

(End of this chapter)