Nongmen Space: Farming lady is not easy to mess with

Chapter 157 A Virtuous Husband?

The Jinyang River, which had been rained, came alive, and the river flowed around the village. From time to time, there were broken branches, broken leaves and balls of dead thatch in the middle of the river, as well as some dark and unknown sundries.

The water level is a bit low, only reaching the calf height.The river water after the heavy rain was a little cloudy, and the bottom of the river could not be seen clearly.

Even so, the women lifted flat and wide stone strips on the bank slope to set up a washing table.

The riverside is very lively in the early morning. Women occupy a washing table in twos and threes, chatting about family affairs while washing the clothes in their hands.

There is a faint orange-red light on the mountain top in the east, and the sun is coming out, which is considered a good weather.

There were many women and girls doing laundry and miscellaneous utensils. When they saw Jing Yunyan walking over with a wooden bucket in the distance, they all commented in amazement.

A woman stood up and glanced at his bucket from a distance. It was obviously made of fabric. She squatted down and joked with the woman next to her, "Oh, a rich man like Mr. Jing also wants to wash clothes?"

"Ah, that's true. Why did you wash it yourself? Didn't Miss Zhu wash the girl's clothes before?"

Some Beiying women who are close to Nancun are also willing to go a little longer to wash clothes and chat by the river near Nancun.

Just as Xuemei took out the red robe soaked in thick saponin paste mixed with water, she raised her eyes and saw Jing Yunyan walking over calmly, and smiled.

"Master Jing wants to wash something, put it here and I'll take it with you."

Jing Yunyan coughed uncomfortably, "No, I'll just wash it myself."

Zhu Yu was going to carry her and put it together with her clothes, and after breakfast, she walked out of the room, but he quickly stopped her.

After all, it was his...

Well, wash it yourself.

He lifted the hem of the robe and tucked it into his belt, and rolled up the cuffs. He squatted down and poured the quilt cover on the slate, filled some water in the bucket, grabbed the soap soap jar that Xuemei brought, poured some, stirred it evenly, and poured it out again. Put the comforter back to soak.

Seeing how well he washed, Xuemei was slightly surprised, "Do you know how to do laundry?"

Jing Yunyan turned over and pressed the quilt cover in the bucket without raising his head, "Yes."

When he was in the villa, there was a special laundry disciple, but he was very poor at the beginning of the training after being thrown out, so he and Si Yao also had to take care of their own lives.

"Why did you wash Si Yao's robe?"

Logically speaking, Xuemei is also the steward of the village, so there is no reason to do such chores for Si Yao.

Xuemei slowly rubbed the mud spots on the hem of the robe, she dared not beat such an expensive material with a pounding stick, and replied in a low voice: "Well...he taught me how to read, and also explained poetry to me."

She refused at first, and she didn't force it.

Later, he proposed an exchange, and she agreed after thinking about it.

Jing Yunyan smiled but said nothing, took the bed cover out of the bucket, borrowed her clothes pounding stick and began to beat it.

This is a strange thing, Si Yao still has such a leisurely mood?

The most impatient person to be alone with a young woman suddenly becomes impatient?
He casually glanced at Xuemei who was hanging her head down to wash clothes. No matter how you look at her, a gentle and virtuous girl doesn't suit Si Yao's temperament.

Otherwise, so many daughters of boudoirs expressed their affection to Si Yaoming privately, and there was never any response.

He also thought that Lan Jin had cast an indelible shadow on him back then.

Right now, it seems...

The washing table where the two of them were located was at the far end, so that didn't prevent the women from quietly staring at each other and listening to what they were talking about.

However, they only talked for a few words and stopped talking. They each occupied one end of the slate and did their own work seriously.

The dense fog gradually thinned, and when the wind blew, the mist drifted away, and the figures of people working in the fields gradually became clear.

In the past, the wasteland soil was severely compacted, and there were many large and small stones.Even if mixed with silt dug from the river, the fertilizer effect cannot be seen immediately.

Shu Yingtong squatted in his experimental field and quickly recorded the growth of winter rapeseed on a piece of paper on the plywood.

There is a shortage of fertilizers, and the manure in the cesspools of public toilets takes time to ferment, and the amount is not enough to cover all the reclaimed wasteland.

The main component of manure is nitrogen fertilizer, and the types of fertilizer effects required by different crops are also different.

Winter rape likes water and fertilizer, is resistant to cold and not heat, and needs the most nitrogen fertilizer, followed by potassium fertilizer, and the least phosphorus fertilizer.

The soil with insufficient fertility is not loose enough, and most of the soil is gray and small.

Many villagers fertilized their own land with firewood ash saved from cooking, and met each other on the ridge of the field to say hello.

After the rain, the ditches in the field were filled with water. After finishing their farm work, the villagers wiped off the mud from the sandals by the ditch, cleaned their hands and feet, picked up the dustpan and yelled to go home to eat.

Shu Yingtong put away the splint, walked back with a hoe, thinking about what to plant in the wasteland next year.

Winter rapeseed matures in summer, and early rice cannot catch up.The rapeseed is harvested and the rice is planted as a stubble. The harvest will definitely not increase by relying on those cesspools alone.

She can exchange fertilizers at the Space Exchange, but that's not a long-term solution.

It seems that after the house is built, other agricultural and sideline industries have to be developed to assist in fertilizer production.

Thoughts kept coming up in her mind one after another, she silently lamented that there are so many busy plans for next spring.

She thought all the way back to the door of the room, before she walked in, she held clean cloth shoes with both hands and placed them at her feet.She looked at the muddy shoes on her feet and realized that her feet were cold.

"What are you thinking about so preoccupied, quickly take off your shoes and socks and put them on."

Jing Yunyan took the hoe from her hand and leaned against the window sill, took the splint over, grabbed her hand and squeezed it, "Your physical condition is really not good, your hands and feet are always so cold."

Shu Yingtong pursed her lips lightly, and silently put on her cloth shoes.

The original body has been short of food and clothing all year round, and he is also a fool. It is not easy to survive, and his physical fitness can be improved.

In the past two months, I will slowly improve my diet and increase exercise, but it is impossible to achieve any immediate effect.

"You should come back from the field after the calculation. There is hot water in the basin. Warm your hands." Jing Yunyan was standing by the side of the grocery rack with a big bag in his hand. talking.

Shu Yingtong looked at the steaming wooden basin, obediently pulled the washcloth and threw it into the water.There is an indescribable feeling in my heart. His current appearance is like...

A virtuous...husband?
"What are those?"

Seeing him carrying the burden and taking out the wooden boxes one by one, big and small, I became curious.

He turned his head and smiled meaningfully, beckoning to her, "Come here, I'll tell you."

Knowing that he had nothing good to say, she still dried the face towel and calmly walked to him to look at the wooden box on the shelf.

Jing Yunyan put the burden aside, hugged her from behind, and whispered in her ear: "You are too thin, it will be comfortable to hug you a little bit more fleshy. This body is not very good, let me recuperate it for you." alright…"

Rubbing her earlobe, he said slowly: "When you are free, let's get married and have a little Tongtong, okay? Hello daughter, the little padded jacket is warm."

Based on the attitudes of the three senior brothers towards their master from childhood to adulthood, it is better not to have a son, because the hole in the waistcoat is not warm and leaks air.

It’s fine for the master to wear it alone, he doesn’t want to wear it.

"Why, do you still have requirements for men and women? Prefer women over men?" Shu Yingtong raised her eyebrows.

"No, no... I can..." Jing Yunyan repeatedly denied, but suddenly realized, "You agree?"

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