The fifteen chickens that Lao Bian brought back to the restaurant were well received.
However, the number of chickens is really limited, and in one day only chicken feathers and chicken intestines are left.
The popularity of these authentic local chickens exceeded expectations, and Lao Bian was very excited. This gave him hope that his dream that had been standing still was about to take a big step forward.
Some impatient old Bian came to Fang Rui. Fang Ruifeng smiled lightly and said, "Even if you take all the remaining dozens of chickens, it won't help. It won't last a few days... Anyway,
Just knowing how popular this chicken is, the future will be long.”
Lao Bian heard this and it made sense.
When Fang Rui arrived at the back bamboo forest and took a look, he was even more relieved.
The chickens in the bamboo forest are full of insects every day.
These high-protein and high-nutrient superfoods make chickens grow incredibly fast. In just a few days, the size of the chickens, which weighed just over one or two when they were bought back, more than doubled. People who don’t know
If you see this growth rate, you will definitely think that Fang Rui is using the special feeding method of the chicken feed center.
The two hundred chickens related to the third subspace were mixed in, and Fang Rui didn't notice that they were any bigger than the other chickens. This surprised Fang Rui, and he immediately entered the system to record the growth of the two hundred chickens.
The cycle is adjusted ten days ahead.
Move your focus away from the chicken and focus on the eel.
The eel pond Fangrui corresponding to this second space still follows the original old rules - a seven-day growth cycle. On the third day, it is fished out and thrown into the old pond, and then a batch of young eel seedlings are fished in.
However, in recent days, eels have produced fewer eel eggs every day, and fewer eels are born every day, which makes Fang Rui a little anxious. But fortunately, they will be snatched up soon, and when the rice in the fields is harvested,
Once the late rice seedlings are planted, it will be the golden time of the year for catching eels.
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Two days passed in a flash.
When the two foundations of the reconstructed arch bridge were laid.
The busiest time of year in rural Southland has finally arrived!
Double grab!
Upon first hearing this name, many people who have never been exposed to farm work may be confused.
Double grab?
Double? Two people?
Rob? Rob what? Robbery?
Double robbery? Two people going to rob?
Here is an explanation of double grabbing.
After harvesting the rice and then transplanting the rice seedlings, it is a double harvest.
Why is it called rushing? This is because time is tight, and rushing means racing against time.
But why do we need to grab it again? This is because once the rice is ripe, it must be harvested quickly. If you do not harvest it quickly, the heavy ears of rice will bend the stalks and the millet will easily cause germination when it touches the water. Germinating rice is equal to
It will be all in vain. Furthermore, if the millet is not harvested in time, some of the millet will be overripe, which is the same as the ripe stems of melons falling off. You don’t need to touch it with force, it will fall off the stalk, and you can’t pick it up one grain at a time.
To pick it up in muddy water, so if you harvest it at that time, the waste rate will be very high.
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On the afternoon of July 25th, when the sun was fading.
Fang Rui and his mother started to make preparations.
Wear long clothes and long trousers to prevent the grass leaves from scratching the skin.
Wearing a straw hat to protect the sun, a sickle for cutting crops, and set out.
Now I just put the rice stalks there, which the people in Xiaotai'er village call "killing the crops".
To actually harvest the millet, we have to carry the rice thresher tomorrow morning.
Yang Zhicheng and Zheng Zhiqing both wanted to go with them to help, but Fang Rui and Yu Yinghong didn't let them go. They had never done this kind of thing before. They were slow and couldn't help much, and they had almost never been in such hot weather.
He also worked in paddy fields, so he was very prone to heat stroke.
As for Lao Bian, who lost the bet on catching frogs that night, he should have gone there unconditionally, but Fang Rui didn't let him go. Not because he was afraid of tiring him, but also because he was afraid of getting a heat stroke. But there was no way he could get away with it tomorrow morning...
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Mother and son were walking on the field ridge.
In many places in the fields, people were killing crops or threshing rice. In some fields, the grains had been harvested, and old farmers were plowing the fields while riding the floods. In this hot and scorching weather, even though the cows were praised as role models of hard work and no complaints,
They couldn't bear it either. They were holding up the sun, burying their heads and pulling the plow, roaring in low voices...
The roar of the cow is very helpless, even a little sad. When the farmer uncle who has dealt with cows all his life hears its roar, of course he understands the pain in its heart, but the farmer uncle can't help it. Old man, if you don't do this, you can't do it.
Let me do it, okay. Even if I want to do it, I can't do it, can I?
When Fang Rui heard the cow's roar, his mind wandered. He came back to his senses and looked at the back of his mother walking in front. He felt sad and filled with emotion. Parents have worked hard for their children all their lives without any regrets. Their spirit
How is it different from the ox carrying the plow... Yes, my parents have worked hard for me for more than 20 years, how can I let them work so hard?
"Mom, after planting this year's fields, we won't plant them next year."
Fang Rui quickened his pace to catch up with his mother.
"What can we eat if we don't grow it?" Mom asked with a bitter smile.
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Farming is not a hobby, but a necessity.
In the south, which is located in hills and undulating terrain, and the fields are all in the shape of a ladder, especially in Pingyang countryside where each household has several acres of responsible farmland, there are absolutely few farmers who are truly willing to make a living from the fields and rely on the fields for their livelihood. In the book
Those authors who praise farmers in such a confused way are definitely people who have no understanding of farmland and have never experienced the hard work of farming.
Don’t you believe it? Well, let me tell you in detail.
The farmer uncle cultivates an acre of land, from plowing, to sowing, to transplanting rice seedlings, then fertilizing, then controlling insects, and finally after harvesting, he takes the millet and weighs it, and it weighs thousands of pounds... Don't let the TV news here...
The super rice with a yield of several kilograms per mu has been deceived. As a farmer, you can't stare at each grain of millet every day like researchers do, and see which grain has problems.
Let's start solving it right away.
As for a pound of millet, how much does it cost?
After understanding all aspects of things, in the end, even if we exclude all labor and only count the cost of direct monetary investment, there will not be much surplus... Of course, if conditions permit, large-area, mechanized farming will be possible
Growers are not included in this list.
Now you believe it.
But if we don’t cultivate this field, what can we do?
Especially the older generation of farmers, will they also become migrant workers?
Therefore, as a dead farmer destined to be wrapped in mud for a lifetime——
Farming is helpless, forced by life, and even more forced by reality.
Fang Rui has an unforgettable feeling about this kind of suffering and helplessness. After five years of personal experience in Nanpiao and seeing the hardships of migrant workers outside, Fang Rui's feelings about this kind of suffering and helplessness have become even more profound.
After hearing his mother's words, "If you don't plant what you plant, you will eat", looking at his mother's back that was obviously bent under the burden of life, and then looking at the sweating and busy villagers around the fields, Fang Rui's heart surged.
There was an unprecedented, indescribable feeling of sadness... At the same time, Fang Rui thought that he was favored by God and had a green future, should he do something?
(Farmers are really suffering, please allow Lao Jiu to write something that makes the brothers uncomfortable to watch...)