After being widowed, I pampered the rough man general by farming

Zhu Jiangjiang taught the villagers of Moujia Village a good lesson in the farmyard at the entrance of the village.

She spoke passionately, and the villagers listened with gusto. Only Wu Jinping and the other three were about to be dried by the sun above their heads.

"Mr. Wu, let's go pick a melon to quench our thirst?" Xu Gu suggested.

He didn't expect that the first thing Zhu Jiangjiang did when he came to pick watermelons was to give lectures to the villagers. He didn't even see the hair on the watermelon field, and he was busy basking in the sun.

"It's a good idea, but I don't know where the watermelons are grown." Wu Jinping said helplessly.

The watermelon seeds were only planted in spring. He had been here with Zhu Jiangjiang years ago. He only knew that after she explained the method of planting watermelons to the villagers, she did not participate in the planting herself.

So he didn't know where the villagers planted the watermelons, and he didn't know what the watermelon seedlings looked like.

The three of them stood up and walked up to the high place, trying to see the whole Moujia Village and find the watermelon patch.

But almost every farmhouse in Moujia Village grows corn in front of the house.

The corn stalks are as tall as a person, and they can't see the overall appearance of the mountain at all.

I want to fly to the roof to see it, but I am afraid that the thatched roof will not be able to live. What if it collapses?

no solution anymore.

Xu Gu couldn't bear the way of only drinking water, so he interrupted everyone, "Miss Zhu, folks, where is the watermelon patch? Is there something to eat? I'm hungry."

When he said this, the villagers of Moujia Village realized that they hadn't prepared food for the guests yet.

And looking at the sun, it's almost evening, have they chatted for so long?

In fact, it wasn't that they chatted for too long, but that it was already after lunch when Zhu Jiangjiang arrived in Moujia Village.

Moujia Village is really far away from Xiaohuang Village.

"Well, third aunt, you cook some corn for the village head at home and wait. I'll take the village head to the watermelon field. It's so late, I'm really sorry..."

Village head Mou directed the aunt of the farmer to cook and waited, and he led Zhu Jiangjiang and other villagers to go down the mountain with a whimper.

Zhu Jiangjiang said that watermelons are suitable for planting in sandy land, so they all used the sandy land at the foot of the mountain to grow watermelons.

Soon the water will rise, and watermelons can be harvested before the water rises, which is exactly what their Moujia Village needs.

The crowd walked through the cornfields and came down the mountain.

The road into the village was lined with soybean fields, and the watermelon fields had to be passed through the soybean fields, so when they entered the village just now, Wu Jinping and the other three did not see where the watermelons grew.

Because the watermelons are planted close to the ground, if you don't look closely, you might think that the piece of grass in the distance is grass.

"Here we are, the village head, come and take a look. Is it okay to grow melons like this?" Village head Mou looked at Zhu Jiangjiang nervously and asked.

This is the task she entrusted to them in Moujia Village. If it is not completed well, I will be sorry for her teaching them to farm so carefully before.

"It turns out that watermelons are grown in this way. I thought it was necessary to build a bamboo frame." Xu Gu looked at the large watermelon field in front of him and was greatly shocked.

This is too spectacular!

Lift your foot and step on the ground, and your foot will immediately sink into the sand, leaving a footprint higher than the upper of the shoe.

"This soil is the same as our Xiaoxizhou, half sand and half soil. If watermelons can be grown here, then our Xiaoxizhou can too!" Xu Gu knelt down excitedly, grabbed a handful of soil and kneaded it in his hands.

So, did he find something suitable for them to grow in Xiaoxi Prefecture? !

"I wish the girl..."

He turned around and wanted to say something to Zhu Jiangjiang, but found that they had gone deep into the watermelon field and started picking watermelons.

"The melon stem should be rolled up like this. The lines are clear. If you beat it with a thumping sound, the one that shakes your hand is a ripe melon."

Mou's Village will be harvesting watermelons tomorrow, and they will be sent to Shen's Shanhuo shop early the next morning, so Zhu Jiangjiang has to teach them how to pick them today.

The melons they brought over with their loads last time, apart from the standard of size, there were several not so popular.

It was because Zhu Jiangjiang didn't come to teach them how to pick ripe melons.

"Isn't the bigger the melon, the more ripe it is?" The people in Moujia Village realized that they had picked the wrong melon before.

"The melons grow big, which only means that there are not many melons hanging on the seedlings, which cannot be used as a basis for raw or ripe." Zhu Jiangjiang explained while picking melons.

Wu Jinping also imitated her picking and picking melons.

"Mr. Mou, after picking this melon, as long as it doesn't crack, it can be kept for several days, so tomorrow you can pick it early, and you don't have to wait for my car to come to start."

"okay!"

When they heard that they could pick and sell melons tomorrow, the people in Moujia Village couldn't help but feel happy.

This is an income other than growing crops, and it is also the first time in their history that they have earned extra money. Can everyone be unhappy.

"Come on, everyone, help the little village head carry melons to the car!"

Village head Mou waved his hand, and everyone in the village rushed forward to help, each hugging only one.

In addition to the weight of the melon, I am afraid that the melon will be squeezed.

Everyone was so enthusiastic, Zhu Jiangjiang didn't even have a chance to hug melons, so he followed everyone empty-handed, and walked towards the carriage outside the village entrance together.

On the way out of the village, two aunts ran out of the cornfield, and they brought her the cooked corn.

There is a layer of leather leaves on the outside of the corn. The cooked corn exudes a sweet and glutinous aroma, which is delicious to look at.

"Little lady, you see that you came here with great difficulty, and we didn't let you eat, and let you teach us how to farm. I'm really sorry."

Village head Mou handed Zhu Jiangjiang a basket of cooked corn with a guilty expression on his face.

Zhu Jiangjiang didn't care, she liked to eat freshly cooked corn on the cob, "You are welcome, Village Chief Mou, then let's go first, or it will be too late to go back."

It was already evening, and the people of Moujia Village could finish their meal when they went back, and the four of them still had to hurry.

"Okay, okay, little village chief, be careful on the way back..."

Not to mention, the three of Wu Jinping were right to follow today.

When the carriage left Moujia Village, it often got stuck in the mud. With the three of them, they could help push the cart.

Zhu Jiangjiang was driving in front. Although she was also walking, she only needed to hold the rein of the horse, leaving her other hand free to eat corn.

The three of them pushed another hole, panting with exhaustion, and almost choked while eating corn.

"Miss Zhu, did you often go home after dark?" Xu Gu asked while eating the corn on the cob.

He was so hungry that the corn on the cob was delicious.

Zhu Jiangjiang looked at the sky full of stars above his head, and didn't care much, "It's not a big deal when the genius is just dark. When I used to go to work, I sometimes had to be busy until the early hours of the morning."

"Go to work?" Several people were puzzled.

"Oh, it's nothing, it's just that when I cut the rice before the flood last year, I cut it overnight." Zhu Jiangjiang accidentally made a slip of the tongue, and hurried back.

"But don't you think it's nice to work at night? And you can see the stars."

There are so many and bright stars in the summer night, covering the entire night sky, shining brightly, so many that people feel like they can touch the starry sky as soon as they stretch out their hands.

Coupled with the fireflies flying around, the artistic conception is even more beautiful.

At this time, Zhu Jiangjiang really missed Pei Ji, if only he was there.