Traveling through the farmhouse: farming and making a fortune and raising cubs

Chapter 112 Chapter 112 We are not for production
Originally, Lin He was going to slowly sort the soybeans, but with the help of Aunt Zhang, he finished all the soybeans before lunch.

The plump ones are reserved for making seeds, and the remaining deflated ones are packed separately by Linhe and can be used to feed chickens—at present, only pheasants can be fed, and the chicks are too small to eat.

Li Changhui went home for dinner on time, and when he got home, he saw his eldest son winking at him.

"What's wrong?" Li Changhui looked at Li Yu: "Speak directly."

Li Yu glanced at the kitchen, his mother was serving soup, and then sneakily explained to his father.

"Father, Grandma Zhang came to the house earlier, and she kept talking to Mother, and she was still smiling at first, but when Grandma Zhang left, Mother kept frowning."

As he spoke, he pointed to the household next to him, indicating who he was referring to as Grandma Zhang.

Li Changhui glanced at the opposite side: "What did she tell your mother?"

Li Yu tried hard to recall: "It seems, it seems that what happened to the soybeans, my mother suddenly became a little unhappy."

soy?

Li Changhui nodded to show that he understood, and then strode into the kitchen.

But before Li Changhui could ask, Lin He went to him first.

"Brother Hui, Aunt Zhang told me something just now."

There was already water in the basin, and Li Changhui asked while washing his hands, "What did she say?"

Li Yu, who followed in, quickly listened carefully.

Lin He didn't let it go: "I didn't know it before, but after hearing what Aunt Zhang said just now, I realized that soybean production is also extremely low."

Soybeans are not very picky about the land. As long as they do not encounter extreme weather, they can basically survive anyway.

But there is one thing that Lin He never thought about.

Since soybeans can be grown in wasteland, why has there been so much wasteland in the village, but no one has ever used it to grow soybeans?
Before Aunt Zhang told her, she didn't think about it at all!

The yield of soybeans is very low, and the price is even lower, so low that even if several acres are planted, it will not be able to change the family's situation at all, because it will not be exchanged for much money, and it may not even be sold at all.

Everyone planted some soybeans here and there, not for sale at all, but for food at home.

But whose family grows bean sprouts all year round, makes tofu all year round, and makes it two or three times a month, which is considered to be very diligent.

"Very low? How low is it?"

Li Changhui didn't know about it either.

"Aunt Zhang said that one acre of soybeans can harvest about two hundred catties of soybeans at most, or even less."

And according to the current price of soybeans, you can buy two catties for one penny, and you can earn tens of pennies per mu of land. This does not exclude the need to pay for seeds, manpower, manure, and taxes.

What's more, they are still growing wasteland, which is very barren, and the yield will only be lower. Even if Lin He cheats with supernatural powers, there is no guarantee how much the yield can increase.

"Two hundred pounds?"

Li Changhui repeated it in his mouth, compared it in his heart, and said, "It's about the same as the output of rice."

Lin He was taken aback: "The rice yield is so low?"

She knew that there was no hybrid rice at the moment, and she also knew that the yield of rice was not high, but she never thought it would be so low.

Li Changhui nodded: "Yes, it's very low, so polished rice is so expensive, but if soybeans can be sold at such a high price, it's actually not bad."

If soybeans can be extracted for oil, the price will definitely rise a lot.

"Don't think about that, you won't lose money after all. Besides, don't we grow soybeans for the purpose of fertilizing the fields? You said it yourself, why do you want to make money from soybeans now?"

Lin He nodded stupidly: "Yes, soybeans are grown to fertilize the field."

Immediately, I couldn't laugh or cry: "There are too many things these days, and I can't change my mind. When I heard Mrs. Zhang said that the output is very low, I was completely dumbfounded."

Li Changhui took the soup bowl in her hand: "Let's eat, take a good rest after eating, you may be busy these days."

Li Yu has already served the meal and is serving it to the table.

"Then after you go to the field in the afternoon, remember to make it clear to your uncle that the yield of soybeans is too low. Even if you can sell them for the price of polished rice, it is definitely not as profitable as planting taro for a season."

"Their family doesn't have much land, so they can plant all of them. As long as the manure keeps up, the yield will not be low."

As for the manure, it is basically not necessary to do too much. My uncle has a lot of family members, he raises a lot of chickens, and he also has a lot of pigs, not to mention cows.

Both pigs and cows are big producers of manure, otherwise they would not have been allowed to pick them before. As long as they are a little more even, it is enough to grow taro.

But the cesspit in their house was probably cleaned out before, but now almost all of it is the eaves water flowing in, and there is very little manure.

It mainly depends on Lin He's spiritual power.

Li Changhui said that he knew, and told her to eat first, take a good rest after eating, and don't think so much.

Yesterday's stewed pork hadn't been finished yet, and it happened that there was another meal at noon, so Lin He only cooked one soup.

During the meal, Lin He mentioned by the way that he would bring back some taro leaves tomorrow, and Li Changhui said that he would just tell his uncle in the afternoon.

Brothers Li Changsheng and Li Changqiang brought dry food when they went out in the morning.

According to the original plan, it was originally dug during the day and delivered to Shopkeeper Liu at night.

It wasn't that an accident happened later, no one thought that there would be such a big wild boar in such a close place.

So the plan changed a bit, and it became digging taro during the day and sending it to the town in the afternoon, and the brothers had to come back before dark.

Tell the uncle, when they go back, just ask the uncle to tell them.

After lunch, Li Changhui only rested for less than a quarter of an hour before going to the field, and took away the two pheasants given to the uncle's house - I didn't expect to meet them in the field before, so I didn't bring them.

Li Changhui also took care of the remaining rabbit so that Lin He could cook in the afternoon.

Around Shen Shi, Lin He sent a basket of corn buns to the field. The golden yellow corn flour was finely ground.

The taste of corn is much better than that of brown rice, and it also has a faint sweetness. Lin He also specially added a few handfuls of refined flour to make it more fluffy after fermentation.

Even Ang Lee ate a small piece.

Inevitably, it was another compliment, and all the ones that were taken to the field were eaten up.

Fortunately, she steamed quite a lot, and there are still some left at home, specially reserved for tomorrow morning.

After delivering food to the field, Lin He went home to stew rabbits. The nearest rabbit was very fat, and this one still had four or five catties of meat after skinning, which could be stewed in a big pot.

The bamboo shoots are soaked at noon, and the rabbit meat is fried with chili sauce. When the soup is stewed, in addition to spices, a few dried chilies are also added.

A big pot with a few peppers will only have a little bit of spiciness, which is completely acceptable even for Li Hao, but it will taste more delicious and go well with rice.

When the rabbit was stewed, before it was dark, Lin He asked Li Yu to go to the field to call his father.

Not long after, Li Changhui came with a few workers. Lin He packed it in a big sea bowl in advance, but the big sea bowl was not enough, so he took two small clay pots to pack it.

They kept the food for the whole family, and shared the rest equally between several people. Even the broth was counted spoon by spoon, and the amount was the same for several people.

(End of this chapter)