Shocked! After planting, a sickly and charming first assistant will grow up.

"Paddy fields store water. Except for shallow irrigation or drying, the water in the fields cannot be cut off, and the water depth must be kept between three and nine inches."

"Attention should be paid to preventing leakage and collapse. Check the fish blocking facilities at the inlet and outlet, repair them in time if any damage is found, and do a good job in preventing disease and theft."

Luo Xi was talking as she walked, and not only Silly Girl, but also the villagers behind her listened attentively.

Several uncles volunteered to help inspect the drainage and field embankments.

The villagers are stubborn and find it difficult to accept new things, but this does not prevent them from knowing what is good and what is bad.

Everyone gathered firewood with great enthusiasm, and in a short time, everyone worked together to clear out the rice fields of the fool's family.

Fill in what should be filled, and make it flat where it should be.

When the fry went into the pit, everyone cheered.

Bai Tingyun brought a total of more than 5,000 fish and crab seedlings, and the fool's family had two acres of land, and could only put 800 to 1,000 fish at most.

Everyone looked at the rest with bright eyes.

"My dear... Xiao Luo! My aunt hugged you when you were a child. Can you put the rest of it in my field?"

Aunt Jiang rubbed her hands with a flattering look on her face.

Luo Xi glanced at her and pursed her lips, "Aunt Jiang! If I remember correctly, you scolded me on the bullock cart last time!"

When Aunt Jiang heard this, she didn't even hesitate, and gave herself two big mouthfuls with her backhand:

"It was my fault that I had to rely on others in the past! Can you give my aunt a chance? My brother is sick and urgently needs money for medical treatment. I beg you, aunt."

After being whipped, she wanted to kneel down, which startled Luo Xi, and she stopped him with her backhand.

The brother Aunt Jiang calls is her youngest son.

It can be considered that the original body has grown smaller. When the original owner first returned to the village, she was enslaved by her grandparents and had no food to eat. Her brother always gave her food.

"Okay, you take eight hundred."

Seeing Luo Xi's agreement, Aunt Jiang thanked her profusely. She felt that the child was kind and did not hold grudges, and she began to sincerely regret for her previous rudeness!

"..."

After getting started, other villagers followed suit.

"Xiao Luo, I hugged you when you were a child, remember?"

Luo Xi: "???"

"Xiao Luo, I have to choose from the people who have hugged you... Can I hug you now?"

Luo Xi: "???"

Bai Tingyun, who had seen enough of the show, coughed lightly and walked out:

"Don't embarrass her, everyone. Rice farming was proposed by Luo Xi, and it is also a benefit she has won for your village."

"If the first batch is successful, fish fry will be delivered one after another. Don't worry, everyone! Ahem... there is nothing in it, let alone hug her."

"Oh, it turns out that it was Xiao Luo who fought for us again."

"I saw early on that this child is a blessed person. How about it, it works!"

"Yes, yes! Luo Xi will be the Fuwa of our village from now on!"

The villagers talked a lot and decided to fight wherever Luo Xi pointed them out without questioning.

Several people who were down-to-earth and willing to work were selected one after another to participate in this fry experiment.

"..."

After the wind and rain stopped, when Luo Xi and Bai Tingyun arrived at the oil factory, work was in full swing.

The men rounded their arms and struck the discus, and golden-orange peanut oil flowed out from the bottom of the mold.

A bucket was filled and carried to the next door. The women began to filter out the residue over and over again, and finally packaged it.

Qin Xuezheng, the young master, was wearing sweaty clothes and was very busy.

After calling the other party to entertain Bai Tingyun, Luo Xi found a place to sit down and took out pen and paper.

County Magistrate Bai frequently spoke well of her in front of the villagers and reciprocated the favor, so Luo Xi decided to give him a gift.

Bai Tingyun, who was brought back by Qin Xuezheng after a tour of the factory, walked in and saw that Luo Xi was still writing, and asked casually: "What are you writing?"

"A gift for you." Luo Xi didn't even raise her head.

The former's mouth froze slightly when he heard that, how many pieces of paper would he give as a gift?

Thank you!

But when the ink dried, Bai Tingyun read the content on the paper, and the corners of his mouth straightened in amusement.

He glanced at Luo Xi, who was leaning in a chair and eating snacks: "Is the content on the paper serious?"

"Ang!" Luo Xi nodded, "I lied to you and didn't give me any money."

What she gave was nothing else but several recipes for fertilizing and increasing yields.

In the last days, the world is frozen and not even a blade of grass can grow. Restoring the vitality of the earth is what people in the last days only dream of.

When she came to this fertile land, she saw that the land was not productive due to backward technology, so she couldn't help but want to do something.

Bai Tingyun has a benevolent heart and background. If the prescription is given to him, it will be more effective faster.

Lu Yunjin said, Bai Tingyun is the emperor's man, and he can do no wrong.

So, Magistrate Bai, whose buttocks were not hot from sitting, took a few bottles of finished peanut oil and prescriptions and left in a hurry.

"..."

The fifth day, five days later——

Peanut oil was officially launched and was well received upon its launch, especially among wealthy people who were tired of eating lard.

Not only were they sold throughout Nan'an Prefecture, but a batch was also sent to the capital by the Qin family.

"..."

Beijing, early June——

When flowers are in full bloom, it is a grand day for ladies and ladies from various families to hold flower-viewing feasts.

In the backyard of the Duke's Mansion, today is the 60th birthday of the Duke's wife. Civil and military officials from all over the court came to congratulate her, and the front hall was full of excitement and joy.

backyard! The female relatives gathered.

There are those who please and flatter each other, and there are also those who dislike each other and are aggressive. But when the old lady of the country appeared, supported by two maids, the garden became quiet for an instant.

The female relatives looked at the elegant and wealthy old lady walking out in disbelief...

He rubbed his eyes in disbelief, "Am I right?"

"The old lady is sixty years old. I just met her last month. She should have fair hair, but why has it all turned black?"

Many looks of surprise mixed with envy fell on him, and the old lady, who was unfazed by humiliation, couldn't help but smile.

As long as you are a woman, no matter your age, there is no one who does not love beauty.

Regarding the difference in status and seniority, no matter how curious or impatient they were, no female family member dared to step forward and ask about it.

Only a few of the old lady’s old best friends knew the reasons.

After the birthday banquet, just as the wives of various families asked people and connections to find out how to turn gray hair into black...

The old best friends at the banquet were all strutting around with their heads full of black hair.

They finally found out that Baohetang was selling a hair dye that could not only turn gray hair into black hair, but also have the effect of nourishing and protecting hair.

Within half a day, Baohe Hall was overcrowded and there was even a long queue.

Looking around, they were all maids and servants who came to buy hair dye for the masters and ladies.

The shopkeeper in Baohe Hall was in pain and happiness.

A few days later, vendors selling hair dye appeared on the streets one after another.

Unlike Baohetang, the hair dyes sold by vendors are more affordable and can be afforded by ordinary people.

Suddenly, a fever broke out in the capital.

Even the queen in the palace had to write home to ask questions.

"..."

Heading towards the Jinluan Hall in the morning, the ministers looked at the emperor with black and shiny hair on the dragon throne, and were speechless for a while.

Just when they were thinking about dyeing their hair black when they went back, the Minister of the Ministry of Industry walked out excitedly and saluted:

"Your Majesty, the threshing machine you designed on the drawing...has been made."

"Oh?" The emperor, who was about thirty-five or sixteen years old, raised his eyebrows and said, "Send it up, let me take a look."