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Chapter 6, Qin Zhi is a capable kid

"Growing vegetables..."

The old patriarch Feng has never held a hoe in his life.

"Yes, grandma. I not only want to grow vegetables, but also grow food." Feng Qingluo said while wiping the old dust on the hoe.

She is also convinced that the Feng clan has farming tools, which means that the ancestors have planted the land, but why do the later clansmen think that hunting and digging wild vegetables are all they need to live?
What kind of misunderstanding is this about living?
The elder Feng's patriarch moved his mouth. He really couldn't bear to say something that would hurt his granddaughter, but he couldn't watch his granddaughter's hard work in vain. If there was no harvest at that time, wouldn't she have to suffer a blow?
"Luoluo, farming is too hard, why don't we find something else to do? There are a lot of wild vegetables in the mountains, so there's no need to work hard by yourself."

Wen Yanfeng Qingluo can't laugh or cry, so everyone in the clan thinks so?Anyway, there are plenty of wild vegetables on the mountain, just dig them with a basket, why plant them?
"Grandma, don't you think the vegetables you grow are delicious?" Feng Qingluo asked.

The old patriarch Feng didn't take it seriously, "It's just wrapping the stomach, it's all the same, it doesn't matter whether it's delicious or not. It's also because the clansmen are not doing much now, and there are fewer and fewer people. It's hard to hunt prey. I heard from my grandma that before There are a lot of people in the tribe, so hunting is easier. At that time, everyone traded their prey for food, and every meal was white rice porridge, and sometimes they could also eat meat."

Feng Qingluo...

This is why the Feng clan members are desperate to have children.

What a man to hunt!
What an amazing reason!

"Grandma, it doesn't have to be a lot of people to catch the prey, right? We can use the method of fewer people. We can set traps or use ropes to trip the prey, or practice kung fu. What prey can't be caught with strong martial arts? We can also protect What about the clansmen!"

Elder Feng looked at his granddaughter in a daze. It was the first time she had heard that there were so many ways to catch prey.

pity……

"These things that Luoluo said are all good methods, but unfortunately, the ancestral martial arts of our Feng clan have been lost for a long time, so that the descendants of future generations have no luck in practicing martial arts. What is left now is just a few moves, which are usually used to practice for the boys to strengthen their bodies. It's just for fitness. As for the hunting skills you mentioned, they are the ancestral techniques of the old hunters, how can our tribe know it." The old patriarch Feng explained to Feng Qingluo slowly.

Feng Qingluo really wanted to ask a question: "The Feng family has lived in seclusion in this deep mountain for hundreds of years, and they haven't figured out any hunting skills?"

But in the end she didn't ask anything.

Grandma was the previous patriarch, how could she be embarrassed by asking such a question?

Feng Qingluo thought for a while, then stuck out her tongue playfully, and said: "Anyway, I want to try the taste of the vegetables I grow, just now I dug up a few pig vegetables on the way back, now I'm going to plant them, It will be picked up in a while."

Elder Feng shook his head with a smile, "Luoluo, growing vegetables is far from easy as you imagined."

"I know, I'll give it a try. If it doesn't grow well, there's no loss, right?"

Elder Feng patriarch finally compromised.

"Okay, try it if you like it, don't cry if it doesn't work!"

Feng Qingluo...

The original owner doesn't like to cry!

When Feng Qing landed on the vegetable field next to her, she would know why the people of the Feng clan didn't like farming anymore as soon as she dug it down with a hoe, the land was too barren!
The soil in Luoxia Village is the kind of sticky red soil, which is really not suitable for growing crops.

However, as long as more fertilization is applied to this kind of soil, more humus or plant ash and animal manure can easily change the soil quality, and it is no problem to grow black soil.

Feng Qingluo marked out a piece of land, first cleared the weeds, then turned it over again to loosen the soil, then went home and took out the ash from the stove and mixed it before planting pig vegetables.

A handful of pig vegetables fits into one ridge, with no more than one and no less, just such a coincidence.

She had just finished planting when the Great Elder brought a few people from his tribe over.

They couldn't help frowning when they saw the swaying appearance of the freshly planted pig vegetables, and Feng Qingluo wanted to laugh at the constipated appearance of wanting to persuade them but not daring to persuade them.

Wait!When these pig vegetables are grown, everyone will rush to grow vegetables!
While slandering, Feng Qingluo showed a bright smile to the elder and several uncles.

Pig vegetables are well watered.

Feng Qingluo was just about to go to the creek to fetch some water, when she turned around, she saw Qin Zhi coming down from the foot of the mountain.

"Lady!" Before he arrived, he already excitedly raised his prey. "Look I caught a pheasant!"

Feng Qingluo's expression changed, "You entered the mountain alone!"

Maybe she was too anxious, she said this in a bad tone.

Qin Zhi was taken aback by her roar, "What's wrong with entering the mountain alone?"

Feng Qingluo was angry, "You asked me what's wrong? Uncle Hongtao was injured by a wolf this morning, and he is still unconscious, how dare you enter the mountain?"

Hearing this, Qin Zhi breathed a sigh of relief, it turned out that the lady cared about him!

Qin Zhi walked up to Feng Qingluo in a few steps, and said softly: "Don't worry, my lady, I didn't go into the deep mountains, and it won't be dangerous to only move around the periphery."

I heard that Qin Zhi was only relieved when Feng Qingluo was outside.

It's not how much she cares about Qin Zhi, but how this is a human life.

She, a civilized person in the 21st century, cannot treat human life like nothing.

"Don't go into the deep mountains, or you deserve your life if you lose your life. I don't have a second chicken to call for a doctor if I'm injured!"

The point is that she still owes Old Doctor Chen two taels of silver, and she doesn't know when she will be able to pay it back.

If the old debt is not repaid, who will let you add a new debt?

"Understood, my lady cares about me so much, I will definitely pay attention to safety, and I will definitely not go into the deep mountains."

Qin Zhi obediently agreed on his face, but what he was thinking in his heart was, how could he catch prey to replenish his wife's body if he didn't go into the deep mountains?

After Feng Qingluo finished explaining, she went home to get the bucket. She really couldn't stand Qin Zhi's ambiguous remarks, which made the two of them look very familiar!
As a result, Qin Zhi followed her into the house, and as soon as he saw her carrying a bucket, he snatched it away.

"My lady, just leave the hard work of carrying water to me. You can pack the pheasant at home and eat it at night."

Feng Qingluo: "I carry water to water the vegetables."

"Pouring vegetables?" Qin Zhi tried his best to recall in his mind, but he didn't realize what kind of job "pouring vegetables" was, so he could only look at Feng Qingluo suspiciously.

Feng Qingluo pointed to the vegetable field outside.

"See, I just planted a row of pig vegetables over there, you go pick a load of water and water it."

Qin Zhi's comprehension ability is not bad, he understood Feng Qingluo's words, and agreed to go to the stream with a bucket.

Feng Qingluo turned around and went back to pick up the pheasants.

The pheasant was already dead, and Qin Zhi probably broke its neck.

Dead wild animals cannot be sold for a price, otherwise the pheasant can be exchanged for a few copper coins in the town.

Now I have to eat by myself.

Bring Feng Hongtao a bowl after the stew, and he just woke up to drink it.

Feng Qingluo was planning to boil the water and pluck the hair neatly, it looked like she was used to doing housework.

After hearing Qin Zhi's return from carrying water, Feng Qingluo came out and took a look, and was relieved when he saw that he was watering the pig vegetables in a decent manner.

When growing pig vegetables, she poured a drop of spiritual spring water on each tree, presumably it will take root and grow new leaves soon.

Just one kind of pig dish is not enough, she has to find a way to get more vegetable seeds and grain seeds, otherwise she will have to vomit wild vegetable porridge every day.

The key is that there is not much rice in the house, and the shallow layer of rice in the rice tank can be eaten by three people for a month, which is really worrying!

In the past, the family's food was all bought by the original owner and the uncles and cousins ​​in the village who went hunting in the mountains and went to the town in exchange.

The tribe took good care of her, otherwise she would not be able to support herself and her grandma as a little girl.

Now that Feng Hongtao was injured, the clansmen probably wouldn't dare to enter the mountain for a while.

No income, sitting and eating nothing, really worrying about people!

Feng Qingluo was lighting the fire while thinking about how to keep the rice vat from being empty and hungry.

I was worried that the old patriarch Feng came in, saw the pheasant on the ground and asked with a smile, "Where did it come from?"

"Qin Zhi went into the mountain in the afternoon, walked around the periphery, luckily caught a pheasant."

The old patriarch Feng praised: "Qin Zhi has completely changed after he lost his memory. He is caring, diligent, and capable! The more grandma looks at it, the more she thinks she is good. She is a good boy!"

Feng Qingluo couldn't help reminding her: "Grandma, don't forget what he looked like when he didn't lose his memory."

"This……"

When Qin Zhan didn't lose his memory, his personality was really unpleasant, like facial paralysis, with a stinky face all day long, making people afraid to get close to him.

"Luoluo, you said Qin Zhi won't recover his memory someday, right?"

Feng Qing felt relieved and said, isn't this normal?

"No, you have to hurry up and have a child. Having a child will create a bond. Even if he recovers his memory, he won't just walk away for the sake of the child."

Feng Qingluo: "...Grandma, what if he just left cruelly?"

"No!" Old Patriarch Feng pretended to be calm, "Qin Zhi is not that kind of cruel person!"

Feng Qingluo stopped talking, grandma didn't even believe her words, how could she convince her?
Anyway, she will not consummate the marriage with Qin Zhi.

Firstly, there is no emotion, secondly, this person is unreliable, and thirdly, the age of this body is still young!

13 years old is still a minor, what kind of child is born!
(End of this chapter)