And dead branches and leaves are the best fertilizer. Of course, he doesn’t know whether others know this, but he knows it very clearly.
Especially those that have been buried in the lowest layer of the woods for many years can be said to be natural fertilizers.
Of course, even if you don't have it, you can still get some plant ash, which can also be used as fertilizer.
Fangyuan is no longer satisfied with the small market in Panlong Commune. He wants to go around the city, which is 70 kilometers away from the city.
The city Fangyuan mentioned was of course Yan'an. There was no way, the small market in Panlong Commune didn't have all kinds of tickets!
There is some food in the Fangyuan space, but if you don't have the tickets, it's like sitting on nothing. Fangyuan doesn't know how to do such a thing.
No matter what the situation, there must be enough food left in the surrounding space. To put it bluntly, he is afraid of hunger.
But living in this era, there are a few people who are not afraid of hunger, and Fangyuan has never seen them anyway.
That afternoon, Fangyuan came back from the small market in Panlong Commune and called everyone together at the foot of the mountain not far from the ground.
There are more trees here, and of course it’s cooler. Fangyuan came back carrying a cloth bag.
"Captain, why did you call us here?" Vice-captain Zhao Yang asked.
"Here." Fangyuan handed the bag to Zhao Yang.
"What's this?"
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"See for yourself."
Hearing what Fangyuan said, Zhao Yang opened the bag in confusion, took a quick look, and quickly closed the bag.
"Captain, this...this..."
"Save some food. I may have to be away for a few days. I won't be here for a few days. You can prepare the food for me and share it with me."
"Captain, what are you going to do?" Lin Wei asked.
Lin Wei is an authentic girl from the imperial city, and she also has an imperial city flavor when speaking.
"Don't worry about this. It's definitely not a joke."
"Well! Captain, don't worry, I will lead everyone to work hard and I will definitely live up to your trust in us." Zhao Yang nodded and said.
"Okay, there are sixty steamed buns in each bag. If each person has one per day, it will be enough for you to eat for four days. I will be back in four days."
After hearing what Fangyuan said, everyone understood what was in the bag. No wonder Zhao Yang took one look and quickly closed the bag.
Because no one knows better than them what these sixty steamed buns represent and that they don't need to go hungry these days.
People who have never been hungry can never imagine what it feels like to be hungry. It is really uncomfortable!
"But captain, on this hot day, these steamed buns won't go bad after four days!" Shen Yuping frowned and said.
Before Fangyuan could speak, Shi Jianxin said: "Shen Yuping, you are really a lady among us, don't you know that these steamed buns can be dried in the sun?"
"Dried steamed buns? What do you mean?"
"Literally." Shi Jianxin gave her a roll of his eyes.
"Shen Yuping, I know this. When I was at home, if there were white-flour steamed buns that I couldn't bear to eat, my mother would dry them in the sun and just soak them in boiling water before eating them," Lin Wei said.
"That's it!" Shen Yuping blushed.
In fact, although her family's conditions are good, she can't often eat white flour steamed buns.
However, when there are white-flour steamed buns, I usually finish them all, so I don’t know that I can dry the white-flour steamed buns and eat them slowly.
"Okay, let's not talk about this anymore. I will give you a task now."
"Uh!" Zhao Yang was stunned for a moment and asked, "Captain, what's the mission?"
"Go to the mountains to pick up dead branches and leaves."
"Ah! No, captain, the land hasn't been cleaned up yet! Why are you picking up dead branches and leaves?" Zhao Yang asked confused.
"Fertile land."
"Fat land?" More than a dozen people looked at each other, wondering what Fangyuan meant.
Also, they are all city dwellers and have never farmed before. How could they know this?
Let’s put it this way! If Fangyuan was not a farmer in his previous life and did not have a developed network, he probably wouldn’t know about it either.
"Yes, fertile land. You see, the land we have opened is too barren. It is impossible to grow crops. If we want to have enough food next year, we must fertilize this land." Fang Yuan pointed to the newly opened land.
The piece that comes out is said.
"But captain, can dead branches and leaves fertilize the land?" Zhao Yang asked with a frown.
"Of course, especially the rotten leaf mud at the bottom of the forest, it can be said to be the best fertilizer. When you make it, you should mainly use that kind."
Although they couldn't believe it, everyone still believed in Fangyuan because there was no need for Fangyuan to lie to them.
Besides, over this period of time, Fangyuan's prestige in the small team has been established, and everyone respects him.
Also, don't forget who gave them food during this period.
"Understood, we'll get to it in a minute."
"Yeah!" Fang Yuan nodded and said, "If it's hard to get rid of the rotten leaves and mud, you can just get rid of the dead branches and fallen leaves."
"good."
After discussing it, Fangyuan took everyone to the mountain in person and told everyone what to make.
There are so many dead branches and leaves in the mountains that there is no need to look for them. Just peeling off a piece will give off an unpleasant smell.
And this is what Fangyuan wants. In order to make it easier to get these things, Fangyuan also teaches everyone how to weave baskets. Fortunately, I learned a little bit in the mountain village.
The most indispensable thing on the mountain was wattle. Soon a few baskets, which were not very pretty, were woven. It was much more convenient to have this.
Some people pack it, some people carry it, and they carry it all into the ground. Of course, it is best to bury it in the ground.
Otherwise, if you let it dry in the sun, it won't be so fat.
As for the big clods of soil in the field, Fangyuan has already thought about it. He will go back and get a rake to rake the ground and those big clods of soil will be gone.
The most urgent task now is to fertilize the land. The fatter the better.
Anyway, there is still some time before planting. Knowing that this will affect whether we can have enough food next year, everyone is very motivated.
The next day, Fangyuan set off before dawn. First he came to Panlong Commune, because from here you could take a bus to the city.
The reason why Fangyuan left so early was because there was only one train a day, and it was in the morning. If he couldn't catch the train, he would have to wait until tomorrow.
Fangyuan didn't have that much time, so he had to catch up.
It's just that Fangyuan arrived too early and waited for more than half an hour for the bus to arrive. Likewise, this was a passing bus and did not start from Panlong Commune.
There were not many people on the bus, not even half of them were seated, and there were only four people on the bus including him who got on the bus from Panlong Commune.
"Where are you going?" The conductor came over and asked.
From Panlong Commune to the city, we passed several communes in the middle. Many people went from one commune to another. Few people like Fangyuan entered the city.
"Go to town."
"Three cents."
"Oh! Here you go." Fangyuan quickly took out fifty cents and handed it over.
The conductor gave him two cents and gave him a ticket. It was 70 kilometers from Panlong Commune to the city, which was considered a long distance.
So thirty cents is really not expensive. You must know that this is not a bus. If it were a bus, it would only cost twenty cents at most.
Sure enough, as Fangyuan thought, of the three people who got on the bus with him, one was going to the next commune, and the other two were going to the next commune.
Three hours later, the bus swayed into the city, and Fangyuan was almost knocked out by this time.
There is no way, this is already pretty good, at least it is much better than the one in Gansu.
After getting off the bus, Fangyuan's eyes darkened because this was his second time here. The first time was to transfer trains to Panlong Commune.
But this is nothing to Fangyuan. What does Fangyuan do? He has been hanging out in Pigeon Market since he was a child.
It may be a little difficult to ask him to find something else, but it is still very simple to ask him to find the pigeon market.
Since you don’t know, then find someone who knows. Where can you go to find such a person? Of course, you should look for those walking around in the streets.
No, not long after Fangyuan entered an alley, he met a middle-aged man riding a bicycle.
Fangyuan went up and stopped him, then smiled.
"What are you doing?" The middle-aged man frowned and looked at Fang Yuan.
"Get tickets?"
"Uh!" The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment and asked, "Where are you hanging out?"
"My eyes went dark," Fang Yuan said with a shrug.
"Just done it!"
Fangyuan touched her nose and said, "It's almost the same. I can't find the road."
"Go to the department store! There are more people there."
"Department building?" Fangyuan looked at the middle-aged man in surprise.
As soon as the middle-aged man saw Fangyuan's expression, he knew that he had misunderstood, and said, "Department building is just a place name. There is a market not far south of the department building."
"That's it!" Fang Yuan scratched his head in embarrassment.
"Thanks!"
"You're welcome."
After saying that, the middle-aged man was about to leave on his bicycle, but Fangyuan stopped him again and said, "Uncle, wait a minute."
"Do you have anything else?"
What is Fangyuan here for? He is here to collect tickets. Now that he has finally met one, how can he be allowed to leave?
"Uncle, I don't have anything in my hand, so it's useless to go like this. Do you think you can give me some?"
Hearing what Fangyuan said, the middle-aged man got off the bicycle, tied up the bicycle and asked, "What price are you offering?"
"It depends on what you have." Fang Yuan shrugged.
Regarding tickets, Fangyuan is very knowledgeable, because they are the same all over the country, and even if there are some differences, they are not big.
"Do you want food stamps?" the middle-aged man asked.
"Yes, it's best to get local food stamps." Fang Yuan nodded and said.
"Eh! You're a little weird! Others like to ask for national food stamps, why do you like to ask for local food stamps?" the middle-aged man asked strangely.
“Local food stamps are cheap!”
Hearing what Fangyuan said, the middle-aged man shook his head, thinking that Fangyuan had just entered the industry, but judging from Fangyuan's age, he was only in his twenties at most.
At this age, you basically watch others make money, and then you want to try it out.
"The local food stamps are 20 cents a pound, and the national food stamps are 25 cents."
"I said, uncle, this is the retail price! Give me a real price, and I will eat the tickets in your hand."
"Uh!" The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment and said, "Then can you tell me a price?"
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