She looked around at the environment around the mule shed and the big black brothers who were chewing the grass slowly inside, and secretly admired her heart.
Although these mules are kept in the shed, they are not dirty and smelly. The yellow mud is clean. I think it is because people often clean it up.
There are still some sparse dry grass on the small slope outside the mule shed. You can imagine how green it looks when spring comes.
But Old Man Liu was not interested. He was praised but did not show any joy. Instead, he sprayed a cigarette ring and sighed:
"Our Beipo Village is too far from Qingling River. A few years ago, the village and Qiantou Nanpo Village fought with Qiantou for a while because they had no wins and were intercepted. The water source was intercepted. Now it is difficult to farm."
As soon as he returned to his territory, he became more and more confused.
As they whipped the dry tobacco in their hands, they whispered to Zhuang Keqing and the other two, and they didn't feel embarrassed at all.
Zhang Da has heard some news about Beipo Village.
There are many villages around Songling Town, such as their Daxing Village and Erli Village, which are all tributaries of the Qingling River. The water network is rich, and irrigation is only necessary to dig a canal to divert water. It does not take labor. The village in the village is high.
Paddy fields abound, all of which are connected together.
However, Nanpo Village and Beipo Village are only a small tributary of Qingling River flowing far away. If this village draws water, that village has to run, not to mention that when it is dry, that tributary is directly
It was exhausted, and no village could catch water to irrigate the fields.
Just rely on the buckets of water in the well to irrigate it. Who can eat it?
Over time, the villagers of these two villages often had a quarrel over water withdrawal issues. One time, one fight was made. Each family had hoes carrying hoes, and the other had shovels to drag shovels, and they fought hard.
In the end, Nanpo Village won, and intercepted the tributary, and Beipo Village declined.
Listening to the past that Grandpa Liu said, Zhuang Keqing then understood why there were so few people in Beipo Village, and they all looked at each other with a dizzy look.
"Don't the county master care about the armed battle between the two villages?"
She didn't understand very much.
"The county master can not manage this. There is only one water source. If your village has it, there will be no other village. If you are sentenced, it will not be a good choice. It is unfair."
The old man squirted a breath of smoke, "Fortunately, the incident that happened back then did not kill anyone, otherwise it would be difficult to end."
"So this kind of land cannot be achieved, so I have figured out other ways to earn some money. Over the years, it has been done."
The other method he mentioned is to do breeding.
While Zhuang Keqing understood it, he also had other questions.
"Then why do you only raise mules and not pigs? A pig can grow big after a year. If you want to earn at least two taels of silver, it is no worse than a mule?"
"You think I don't want to, but this pig is too troublesome to eat. I am just an old widow. Where did I get so much energy to serve?"
The old man turned the pipe over and knocked it on the cart, pulled out the ash inside, and then left the bong on his belt.
"I simply sold it, and I got a donkey and horse and gave birth to a small mule to raise. Except for the harder winter, I put it on the mountain at other times, and it would be fine."
Zhuang Keqing nodded thoughtfully.
No wonder Grandpa Liu was so excited when he saw her potato powder.
With potato residue powder, you can prepare less winter forage and beans, which saves a lot of effort.
And it's really cheap.
A pound of dry potato powder costs only two cents, which is equivalent to giving it for free.
When the mule cart arrived at the place, Zhang Datong unloaded the goods together. There were only six bags in total. It was finished without a stick of incense. It even coded it for people.
"These six bags with forage can be eaten for a while. Girl, wait a moment, I'll withdraw the money."
The old man said, leaving a few people behind and entered the dilapidated house behind the mule shed.
Within a moment, he carried the bag of copper coins and stuffed it into Zhuang Keqing's hand.
“Count.”
"No grandpa, it's not too late, we rushed back."
Zhuang Keqing smiled and took it, turned around and went to pull Dahei. Zhang Da and his son followed behind, and there was nothing to say. He just threw the hemp rope back into the car and waited to go with her.
"Oh, wait."
The old man stopped him, "If I want this potato powder, where should I buy it? I don't think you always come to the north of Zhen."
"Grandpa, we are in Erli Village. You can just ask about the sweet potato workshop in the back of the village. The villagers will guide you."
The explanation was clearly explained in one sentence, and Old Man Liu was relieved.
Four or five mules, donkeys and horses in my family can eat food. And the autumn harvest season is already over, so there is no need for any animal power, and there are fewer families who buy livestock. Just these heads at home will probably have to be raised in the coming year.
Only after spring plowing can you take action.
If you lose food and food in winter, you lose weight and get frozen, it will be a loss.
Fortunately, he was lucky and encountered this potato powder. He had tasted it carefully just now. Don’t look at it, the dry and thick gray ones, but it actually smells sweet when chewed carefully. With his years
Judging from the experience of raising mules, this is equivalent to essence, and it is no worse than beans or anything else.
"Okay, okay, I'll go there before the New Year."
The old man nodded, "Then it's all today. You guys come back quickly, I'm not too late."
As he spoke, he smoked his tobacco pipe again, squeezed a small handful of tobacco and stuffed it in. He took out a scythe from somewhere, and lit it and lit it.
Zhuang Keqing smiled and waved his hand, turned around and wanted to leave, but suddenly remembered something again, and asked, "Grandma Liu, Beipo Village cannot attract river water to irrigate. Is there too much dry land in the village?"
"What are you planted in dry land now?"
Old Man Liu didn't understand why the girl suddenly became interested in the crops in her village, but she didn't think about it anymore and just told the truth.
"Most of them are planting soybeans and sweet potatoes, but these things are cheap and not as valuable as rice and wheat. They can only be used as food rations to fill their stomachs."
"And our village has many mountains and few lands. Look at the surroundings, but they are all deserted."
After sighing, Old Man Liu also felt that Beipo Village was gone, and no wonder that all those who could be moved away in the past few years were moved away. Only some old and weak people like him were left, and the whole village was in a state of tranquility.
Zhuang Keqing nodded thoughtfully, and did not continue asking. He just said goodbye to the old man and embarked on the way back.
In fact, it is logical that Beipo Village is much closer to Songling Town than Erli Village, but the geographical conditions such as a lot of slopes and less land are indeed a bit bad. In addition, the water source problem is also expected to develop poorly.
When he left the village, Gouzi was no longer as excited as he came. He frowned. He couldn't figure out why the difference was so big that it was obviously the villages near Songling Town...
"Dad, I didn't expect this Beipo Village to be so poor."
"That's nothing to do."
Zhang Da also sighed, "Do you know how good you are now? You will know how to run around all day long. If you have any free time in the future, you will talk to your father and me again!"
When the dog heard that he went to work in the fields, he immediately lost his eyes.
"I just don't like the work of digging food in the field, so I would rather go to the workshop to work."
"Let's not talk about the workshops and shops in the town, but the sweet potato workshops in our village have earned a lot in one day, which is no worse than going to the ground to farm."
Of course, Zhang Da knew that the workshop in Murakami was good, but no matter how good the workshop was, how could it be so real to farm steadily?
If something goes wrong or someone is jealous of their workshop and wants to snatch the prescription, then if there are any shallow eyes in the workshop, I will sell the fan prescription. Can Chenguang open this workshop?
It's still a problem to go on!
Children are children, and when they think about things, they always look at what they see.
Zhuang Keqing looked at the father and son talking, and the other went all the way, and felt reasonable in his heart.
Indeed, the sweet potato workshop was originally built by everyone in the village, and there is still no clear person in charge. The villagers are simple and don’t care about the more they live, and they are very happy to have a piece of cake.
But this time is not necessarily the case.
You should know that like Aunt Wang, there are not many villages that need to be considered standard?