Portable Space: Small Peasant Girls Farm to Get Rich

Three days later, in the early morning, Liu Qingcao quickly ran to the foot of Qianfeng Mountain before the bright moon retreated, and then returned to his house around the craftsmen who had gotten up early to work.

Today happened to be the day of harvesting rice. She hurried back to the village in a hurry. Without even having time to rest, she changed her clothes, picked up her sickle and walked out of the gate towards Baijia Private School and Salesian Home.

"Brother Gan, are the students ready?" Liu Qingcao walked into the private school and happened to meet Gan Changsu coming out of the lecture hall with a book in his hands. He stopped and asked.

"The students got up early this morning and are now having breakfast in the cafeteria. After waiting for about half a cup of tea, they all came." Gan Changsu looked at Liu Qingcao with a smile on his face and spoke loudly.

He has been in Shihe Village for a short period of time and has been staying with students every day. When he is free, he will walk in the fields with the villagers to check the growth of the crops, expressing his joy and worrying about the villagers' worries.

In the past few years as the county magistrate, he had been fed by the imperial court and could only listen to others' accounts of the hardships of the people's lives. But here, he could empathize with the people and understand the difficulty of their lives.

Of course, what shocked him even more was the hungry Liu Qingcao in front of him. He never expected that she, a girl, would have such courage to take in beggars in the town and orphans from other villages.

Not to mention this matter now, even in the past when he was still in office, he would not dare to do it.

On this point, Gan Changsu treated her differently and no longer regarded her as a little girl.

"Then I'm sorry for you, Brother Gan. I'm going to the Salesian Hospital right away. I'll see you at the end of the village later." Liu Qingcao said with a smile.

Gan Changsu nodded, "Go quickly, the students and I will rush there later."

Liu Qingcao didn't exchange too many greetings, turned around and went to the Salesian Home, and led the children from the Salesian Home to the end of the village.

In the factory shed at the end of the village, the smell of fried spicy garlic filled the air, and Liu Qingcao walked in with a smile.

In order not to delay the autumn harvest, Wu Zhi and others rushed to the factory shed before dawn. At this moment, they were pouring the first batch of steamed bun slices onto bamboo strips to cool.

"Green grass, are you ready to cut the rice?" Wu Zhi took off his cotton gauze mask, took out a sweat towel and wiped his face and came over.

Liu Qingcao nodded and looked at the dustpan not far away. The steamed bun slices in the dustpan were piled high. If another half spoonful of steamed bun slices were added, the hill would slide down.

"Get ready to cut soon. After you finish delivering the goods, go back to work as soon as possible."

"I told them yesterday that there are still a few pots left. Xiong Wu will come to collect the goods after finishing them, and everyone can go back to help." Wu Zhi said with a smile.

Liu Qingcao nodded. A few days ago, she said she would give them three days of farm leave, but the workers said no, saying that they would come earlier and make the buns before going back to work. Liu Qingcao had no choice but to agree.

Liu Qingcao was about to speak when she heard several voices coming from behind her.

"Mr. Liu, we are here."

"Good morning, Mr. Liu."

The students ran towards her with smiles on their faces, saying hello as they ran, just like the lively, enthusiastic and energetic reading children in schools in the 21st century.

"Everyone is here, let's get started." Liu Qingcao smiled at them, then looked at Gan Changsu and nodded.

"Follow me." Gan Changsu put the burden on his shoulders and spoke to the students behind him.

The student nodded obediently and followed Gan Changsu towards the rice fields.

Liu Qingcao watched Gan Changsu walk away, and without wasting any more time, he took the children from the Salesian Home and walked directly to another field.

In the rice fields, rising and falling figures shuttled back and forth. In less than half a day, the complete rice fields already had an arc-shaped dividing line.

Liu Qingcao put down a handful of rice, stood up straight and squinted at the sun above his head.

The sun is too strong, which is suitable for drying grain, but it is quite difficult to work.

"Yu Hong, go tell your Mr. Gan that it's time for lunch." Liu Qingcao looked at Yu Hong who was a few steps away and lightly opened his lips.

Yu Hong wiped the sweat from his forehead, nodded and walked towards the field ridge.

In the factory shed area, four large pots were filled with cabbage stew, roasted chicken with potatoes, braised fish balls, tomato and egg soup. There were four large steamers on the table beside them, which contained pre-steamed white rice and Steamed bun.

These meals may seem like a lot, but in fact they are only about enough. After all, there are nearly 300 children in the Salesian Home and Baijia Private School, and they are at the age where they can eat.

It is precisely because of this that Liu Qingcao has to invest a large sum of money in feeding these children every month. It would be a wishful thinking for her to just rely on the money from space to train these people.She also considered compressing the food, but in the end she gave up the idea, not because of anything else but because the food for these children was not what it is today.

On weekdays, the food in private schools and sales homes can only be said to be better than that in the villagers. If it is further reduced, it will not be conducive to the growth and development of the children.

"Green grass, is it so good to eat today?" Gan Changsu came over with a food plate and said with a smile.

Liu Qingcao smiled and looked at the well-eating children around him, feeling very good.

"Brother Gan, this is all hard work. There is not much oil and meat. I will not have the energy to work later."

"That's true, but this meal costs a lot of money. I'm afraid the food in this acre of your land will be spent on this meal." Gan Changsu looked at the meat slices on the plate and his eyelids trembled.

He didn't know what to say. He should be happy to eat well, but he also felt that his life was too good, and it made him feel bad to eat well.

Liu Qingcao shook his head and pretended to smile indifferently.

"Brother Gan, since you want to eat, you should eat to your satisfaction. Wouldn't it be uncomfortable to eat to satisfy your appetite? And such meals only last for a few days. I have nearly [-] acres of land, so I don't need these few meals."

Liu Qingcao said so, but in her heart she had already settled the matter.

One acre of land yields 300 kilograms of rice. After shelling, one kilogram of rice is worth six taels of polished rice. It sells for fifteen cents per kilogram. One mu of land earns about seventy taels of silver. Calculating for [-] people, such a standard meal can cost one meal. The most you can get is four taels of silver. The meal in the evening is not as good as the meal at noon. Naturally, the money for a day's meal cannot be spent on the harvest of an acre of land.

However, this is calculated based on the output of [-] acres. If the output per mu of this era is calculated, what Gan Changsu said is not unreasonable. After all, the grain output of this era is not high.

Although Gan Changsu was not born into a farmer's family, he could still tell at a glance that the rice ears in Shihe Village were very different from those in other villages, but he never thought that the difference would be doubled.

"Qingcao, I think there are more ears here than elsewhere. I heard from Village Chief Jiang that the medicinal fertilizer you made is responsible for it?" Gan Changsu finished eating, washed the plate in the ditch, and walked to Liu Qingcao asked around.

Liu Qingcao didn't hide it and nodded to admit it.

All the villagers under Jiang Dafu's management know this, and it is not a secret. Of course, the medicinal fertilizer is indeed effective, but everyone subconsciously believes that the harvest and the value of the medicinal fertilizer are not equal at all, but But it is beneficial to them.

"Brother Gan, I was just curious at first. I happened to have money, so I gave it a try. Although this method has a great effect, it doesn't make much sense."

"Why?"

"Because the value of this harvest is far different from the money invested in the medicinal materials I put into the fertilizer, this method is not advisable." Liu Qingcao told the truth.

Gan Changsu raised his eyebrows, nodded and said nothing.

Since Liu Qingcao said this, then this method of fertilizing the fields with medicinal fertilizers cannot be implemented on a large scale.

Liu Qingcao naturally knew what Gan Changsu was thinking, but it was impossible for her to agree to this.

It is not difficult for her to greatly increase the yield of crops, but it will put her in a dangerous place. She will not put herself in danger, otherwise, she will not put in precious herbs such as ginseng, which would be unnecessary. .

"Although it is not advisable to fertilize the land with medicinal fertilizers, it is still possible to use burning grass, plowing and drying the land, and using plant ash to fertilize the land or river bottom silt to fertilize the land." Liu Qingcao told the traditional methods of fertilizing the land that she knew.

Gan Changsu lowered his head and pondered for a while before answering.

"I remember all this, thank you Qingcao."

"Brother Gan, you're welcome." Liu Qingcao said, stood up, went to the drain to wash the dishes and put them in the kitchen.

……

The sun is setting and the sky is full of red clouds.

Liu Qingcao sent a group of children back to the resting place, then turned and headed towards the end of the village.

On the bed, Liu Qingcao was lying on the table, looking at the eight black bugs on the table, and frowning.

These things, no, should be said to be Gu insects.

Corpse turned into Gu!
Liu Qingcao also caught a glimpse of this kind of Gu when she accidentally looked through the books in the space warehouse. Otherwise, she wouldn't have known about it and wouldn't have rushed back to the village so early.