lady, please calm down

Chapter 8
The next day, the 24th of the first month.

When the cat woke up, it was startled.

Last night, she only slept warmly, and when she opened her eyes, she realized that she was hugging Chen Chu's arms, and even the tiger head, who dared not let go of her hand, was kicked to the end of the bed by her.
"."

Mao'er carefully and quickly removed Chen Chu's arm from his shoulders, quietly got up and moved the tiger's head back.

She couldn't blame Chen Chu, since there was only one quilt, so she couldn't let him sleep, right?
After waking up, Mao'er hid aside and changed the cloth socks while Chen Chu was still awake, then picked up the socks that Hutou had changed last night, and prepared to go to the stream to wash.

When he was about to leave the shack, he saw a pair of socks standing upright on the ground, presumably they belonged to Chen Chu.
The cat thought for a while, and finally pinched it with two fingers and walked out.

After a stick of incense, the cat turned around and dried the three people's socks on the branches outside the shack before entering the shack.

"The old gentleman took the gold and steel carvings, and asked the Jade Emperor to return to the Lingxiao Palace with Guanyin, Queen Mother, and all the immortals."

In the corner of the shack, Chen Chu, who has woken up, is holding the tiger's head and telling the story of Sun Dasheng.

Yesterday, Hutou, who refused to leave his sister's side for a moment, now snuggles into his arms obediently, with big eyes flickering and not crying or making noise.

The morning sun slanted into the extremely simple shack, and some dust danced in the light.

Mao'er suddenly felt that this escape route might not be as scary as she thought.
In the following two days, Chen Chu took Yang Zhen and the eldest son to build two shacks.

Then he spent a few more days quietly moving the seedlings in the box into the shed in the way of ants moving.

Fortunately, other seeds have a shelf life of two to three years.

But at the moment when there is no means of temperature control, sweet potatoes and seed potatoes will germinate when the weather gets warmer.For annual apple seedlings, even if the roots are covered with nutritious soil, the survival rate will be greatly reduced if they are not planted within half a month.

Therefore, in the beginning of spring, these things must be arranged first.

At the end of the first lunar month, after several consecutive days of fine weather, the temperature rose significantly.

On the second day of the second lunar month, the dragon looked up.

According to the Gregorian calendar, the season is already in mid-March.

Early in the morning, Chen Chu came to the slope behind the village with a hoe on his shoulder, bent down and grabbed a handful of soil to check the moisture content.

The wasteland is dominated by sandy soil with a small amount of loam.This kind of soil has good ventilation and water attraction, and is easy to cultivate.

However, the nutrient content is low, the ability to retain water and fertilizer is poor, and the soil temperature changes rapidly and is mixed with small stones.

If you want to improve the soil, you need to cook a lot of human and livestock manure to make farmyard manure. If you think it smells bad, you can use pond mud or river mud instead, and apply five to ten tons per mu per year.

With Chen Chu's current human resources, he is definitely not competent.

In the afternoon, Yang Zhen and his eldest son, who had returned from hunting, took the initiative to come to help with a hoe.

The eldest son's surname is Yao, and he is half a head taller than Chen Chu.Visually, it is more than 1.9 meters, which is huge and edible.

I don't know how the fugitives who lacked in supplies raised him so big.

"Yo, here you come." Chen Chu greeted from a distance with a smile.

The eldest son of Yao didn't talk nonsense, he walked up to him and turned the ground with a hoe.

On the contrary, Yang Zhen muttered reluctantly: "Let's talk about it, I'll turn over this land for you, and you can continue to tell us about Sun Dasheng later."

"It's easy to say." Chen Chu laughed.

Chen Chu completely underestimated the villagers' interest in "Journey to the West", so much so that these two small shacks of his have almost become the CBD of the fleeing household village.

But when there is free time, the front of the shack is full of people.

Not only Yang Zhen, the eldest son and other young people and children, but even the elders like Yang Youtian never let go.

In fact, it's normal to think about it. What kind of entertainment can there be in the relatively closed refugee village on weekdays?
Those who are married are okay, they can still use their strength on the belly of their mother-in-law at night, which is barely considered an entertainment.

But Yang Zhen, the eldest son, these half-children, plowed the fields when the farming was busy, and hunted when the fields were slack. Occasionally, they would stare blankly in a daze except for scolding the golden man.

Hearing such an interesting story of Sun Dasheng suddenly, how could he not think about it like crazy.

But Chen Chu suddenly stopped talking recently.
That's why Yang Zhen and the two begged Chen Chu to talk twice on the condition of 'helping in reclamation of wasteland'.

In fact, Chen Chu really didn't intend to entertain everyone, the main reason is that he can't remember the story behind
The three strong laborers worked together, and the speed of reclamation was much faster.

As the evening approached, Chen Chu planted twenty apple seedlings one by one, and went to water them thoroughly.

"Brother Chu, what kind of tree did you plant?" Yang Zhen looked around at the half-person-high fruit seedling.

"What kind of tree does it look like?" Chen Chu asked rhetorically.

"Ringo?" Yang Zhen took off a leaf and looked at it carefully, uncertain.

"Well, your eyes are quite poisonous, this is Ringo." Chen Chu nodded.

Yang Zhen threw away the leaves in disdain, and said: "We have been busy with you for a long time, and we thought you were going to plant some fairy fruit, but you planted Ringo! It is the cheapest fruit, and it cannot be sold for a price!"

"Hehe, my Ringo is different from other families." Chen Chuxiao was mysterious.

Ringo, also known as Nai, Huahong, Shaguo.As early as the Han Dynasty, it was introduced into the territory from the Western Regions.

Although Ringo and modern apples belong to the Rosaceae and Apple genus, their tastes are very different.

Until the Wanli period of the Ming Dynasty, Wang Xiangjin described it in his botanical masterpiece "Qunfangpu" as "the taste is loose and sweet, the undercooked ones eat like cotton wool, and the overcooked ones are too rotten to eat."

The evaluation is quite low.

When Chen Chu was studying, almost no one had grown this kind of fruit. The reason was that the taste was too bad and there was no market for it.

The history of modern apple planting in China will not begin until a German missionary brought the seeds to Yantai, Shandong in the middle and lower part of the [-]th century.
Compared with Ringo, which has less water content, less sweetness, and smooth flesh, the crisp, sweet and juicy features of modern apples are definitely at the crushed level.

The only regret is that the batch of annual fruit seedlings he planted still have to wait for two years to bear fruit
At dusk, the three returned together.

From a distance, Chen Chu saw that the front of his shack was bustling like a market.

The older girl and the younger daughter-in-law brought their families, some carried low stools, some carried futons, and they took their seats early.

"Eldest son, you bastard! I blame you everywhere for saying "Journey to the West" tonight. You see, all the good seats are fucking taken up now!"

Yao's eldest son turned a deaf ear to Yang Zhen's complaints, threw off his long legs and ran home, and a moment later he walked over quickly with a large bowl in his hand.

This is to eat while listening.

Seeing this, Yang Zhen imitated his example, and also returned home with a bowl of green rice soup and ran back to squeeze into the crowd.

"Yang Dalang, you're such a jerk, you squeezed my mother-in-law!"

"Brother Zhen, this is my seat! First come, first served, why do you take it!"

The villagers were full of curses, but Yang Zhen said confidently: "It's so noisy, if I don't squeeze out a way, how can Brother Chu come in? If he doesn't come, listen to me!"

When everyone saw Chen Chu behind Yang Zhen, they stopped commotion.

After a while, men, women, old and young sat down again, staring at him eagerly.
Looking at everyone's eager eyes, Chen Chu couldn't help feeling a headache.

I can't remember the plot behind it, what are you talking about?
So he asked casually: "Where did you talk last time?"

"Brother Chu, what you talked about last time was "Ba Jie Evil Fights the Gourd Baby, Fa Hai Plans to Accept Wang Xifeng"." Yao's eldest son reminded him in a loud voice.

This guy looked dumbfounded, but he remembered it very clearly.

"Oh."

Chen Chu touched his bare chin pretending to be profound, and after pondering for a moment, he said, "This time we are talking about "Tang Monk Killed Yan Poxi in Rape, Wukong Destroyed Sex, Caution, and Love and Trapped Hu Sanniang"."

"it is good!"

Chen Chu only reported the title of a chapter, and the eldest son, his father, Yao Sanbian, took the lead in calling it good.
'In this section, just listen to the name to know the strength! '

At this moment, I saw Yang Youtian standing up with his hands behind his back, with a dignified expression on his face: "Ahem, what, you sons and daughters who don't have a family, go back to the house. The story of Brother Chu is for the grown-ups to listen to. I heard it and it's not appropriate."

"Appreciate~"

The teenagers in the crowd booed in unison.
(End of this chapter)