After time travel, my best friend and I exchanged supplies and became a rich woman

Time flies and it’s March soon.

Logically speaking, this time should be the spring plowing season, the busiest time for farmers.

But because the weather is still cold, although it has warmed up a few days ago, it is not yet warm enough for farming.

Everyone gathered at the Song Ancestral Hall that day, gathered around the oldest tiger ancestor in the village, and asked about farming.

Dahu Azu almost froze during the Chinese New Year. Fortunately, Dr. Yao took action and saved his life.

At this time, the little old man's energy was still a little lower than usual. He looked at the almanac in his hand and the farming records over the years, and sighed: "I haven't seen this year's scene in decades. So I can only do it gropingly.

Our family is now preparing to wait and see in two days. If the weather shows signs of getting warmer, we will first cultivate half of the seedlings and try planting them.

If it works, just plant another half. If it doesn't work...then we can only keep the rice and not plant winter wheat. "

Qingshan Village is neither south nor north, and only grows two crops of grain a year.

Plant rice in spring, and then plant wheat after the rice is harvested. Wheat is all overwintering wheat. Once the winter wheat is harvested, it’s time to plant rice again.

If the rice planting time is delayed, it will not only affect the rice harvest, but also affect the next crop of winter wheat planting.

Therefore, under normal circumstances, in order not to affect the alternating cultivation of two crops of grain, the sowing time in Qingshan Village is almost always fixed.

But isn’t this a special situation now?

In order to ensure a harvest of grain, Tiger Azu's family decided to save the rice first and then think about the wheat.

After all, if this year's winter is as cold as last year, they may not be able to harvest winter wheat.

However, Song Changyue raised a question about this idea, "What about another flood this summer?"

"Then it's okay to die," Ahu Ancestor suddenly said, "Anyway, if God wants us to die, let's not live anymore!"

Song Changnian slapped his brother on the back of his head with a big bang, "What nonsense are you talking about in the ancestral hall!!"

Everyone present did not dare to say any more for a moment.

Only Song Yang said in a low voice, "Our family has also thought about it. Just like our ancestors, we are planning to plant a crop of grain this year."

Everyone also said that with the weather like this, we can only save one crop first.

Fortunately, Chen Dongyue's embroidery workshop and handicraft workshop are here, otherwise the whole village would have no place to find a way to make a living.

The crowd dispersed for a while, and then someone asked Song Yang, "Dong Chen's family doesn't know where to find the guests. Under such circumstances, why do they accept so many things that cannot be eaten or drunk?"

"You don't care where the Chen Dong family can find the buyer!" Song Bufan stopped in front of Song Yang, "If you have the ability, you can find it yourself."

After saying that, he took Song Yang and left quickly.

In fact, Song Bufan was also very curious.

A while ago, he went to the county town with a group of strong men from the village. Business in this county town was really sparse, and there were only about a dozen shops open.

In the past, no one set foot in the grocery stores that sold bamboo baskets and the like.

Song Bufan squatted in front of someone's house for a long time, but he didn't see anyone going in to buy anything.

Could it be that the buyer Chen Dongjia...is looking for is a large trading firm that travels from north to south and has semicolons everywhere?

Otherwise, this wouldn't make sense.

But...how did Chen Dongyue know the big trading company?

Could it be that he really relied on Song Ke? But there has been no news from Song Ke for so long...

I can't figure it out, I really can't figure it out.

But this is not important. What is important is that now three people in their family have jobs and can save eight coins every month.

Eight taels of silver a month, which is nearly 10 taels of silver a year!

You must know that in a place like Qingshan Village, when food is self-sufficient, a farmer's family can only spend two or three taels a year.

Being able to save ten taels of silver a year, Song Bufan felt that he was rich!

But... still not as good as Li Xiucai.

Although he knew that Li Xiucai could earn three taels of silver a month, he could not write as well as Li Xiucai, so he did not dare to open his mouth and steal Li Xiucai's work.

So when he returned home that day, Song Bufan called Shui Gen to him, found him two new brushes, and seriously began to teach his son to read and write.

I probably can’t do it anymore, so let my son try!

pity.

The atmosphere of loving father and son only lasted for a short moment.

Shui Gen was judged as a fool by his old father and was beaten...

An unpleasant day at the Song Bufan family ended in an even more unpleasant way.

Not far away, Qingshan Embroidery Workshop, well... the atmosphere at this time was not much better.

Li Xiucai, who teaches, somewhat collapsed when faced with several students from the Song family.

Chen Dongyue, who was teaching martial arts in the backyard, shouted hoarsely when facing Da Dunzi, "If I tell you to hide, you will block, if I ask you to block, you will hide~~~ Good job, Zhang Dezhao!!!! You take care of it!" Pack your luggage, I will take you to Fucheng tomorrow~!!!"

"I was wrong, I was wrong," Da Dunzi folded his hands and bent down to apologize to Chen Dongyue, "Sister Dongyue, I was wrong. Try again and don't give up so easily! I will definitely listen to you next time."

"No! It suddenly occurred to me that there are still important things to do, so I'll take a step first..." After Chen Dongyue said this, she raised her legs and was about to run.

But Dr. Yao, who was already holding the acupuncture kit and standing on the edge of the school field, gave a crooked smile, "You want to run?! Where are you running to... It's time~~~It's time to get the acupuncture~~~"

The old man's smile was as frightening as that of an old nun who had worked in the palace all her life.

"No, there is something really important." Chen Dongyue looked at Dr. Yao who was approaching step by step and stepped back. "There is something really, really important..."

"Your old lady said that the most important thing in your family is your body. Everything else must be done smoothly~~Dadunzi~~~Bring me to her room~~~" Dr. Yao smiled He must look cunning.

Dadunzi shouted: "Good luck!"

Then he turned back to Chen Dongyue and said, "I'm sorry, Sister Dongyue!"

Then he squatted down, put Chen Dongyue directly on his shoulders, and followed Dr. Yao to Chen Dongyue's room with a wicked smile.

Chen Dongyue started howling every day again...

It's like killing a pig.