Chapter 382: Three-dimensional Farming

The sixth day of the first lunar month.

The snow-capped mountains stretch out, and half a foot of ice ridges hang under the eaves.

Pingyang County had a rare heavy snowfall last night. Half a foot could sink in the snow overnight. It is rare to see this in two or three years.

Liang Qu sat quietly under the eaves, watching the ice crystals as big as salt grains bounce from the stone curtain and fall into the snow.

No exercises, no reading, no trivial matters.

Exhaling, breathing in and out.

As the chest rises and falls, I feel the severe cold of winter.

The cold feeling without any discomfort penetrates into the lungs, and turns into a different kind of sobriety in leisure time.

In life, what we pursue is nothing more than the word "safety".

The sixth day of the first lunar month.

I sat and listened to the snow all day.

"Sir! Fan Hebo, Sir Fan is looking for you!"

"Let him in."

Liang Qu stood up with his knees, patted his shoulders, brushed off a thin layer of frost and snow, and returned to the hall to welcome guests.

The seventh day of the first lunar month went to work.

The seven-day spring break in Hebo is about to end. Chaqing and others have returned from their hometowns one after another, each bringing back a lot of local specialties.

So Liangqu has collected another round of local specialties from the surrounding counties since yesterday.

Since becoming Dushuilang, Liangqu has never bought tea again. He only bought the "heartfelt gifts" sent by Chaqing.

"A new year has begun. May Lord Liang be blessed with good health and everything goes well!"

Fan Zixuan walked around the shadow wall and passed through the hanging flower gate, saying blessings with two flying dragons in his hands.

This year, he still went to hunt two wild game and sent them over.

"Why spend so much money?"

"Lord, you misunderstood. This year, I went home to accompany a few young people to the mountains and dense forests for training. I happened to catch a nest of six! It took a lot of effort."

After some refusals and humility, Liangqu "reluctantly" accepted it and asked Fan Xinglai to bring it into the kitchen.

As luck would have it, when Fan Xinglai was carrying the chicken across the door, a hazel grouse flapped its wings and passed by the corridor at the door.

The silly chicken flapped its wings alternately, moved back and forth, and crawled through the door of the hall little by little.

The black dragon behind it swung its tail, and from time to time it pounced, causing the flying dragon to jump out.

"Puff!"

Liang Qu shouted and drove away the black dragon. The silly chicken was able to catch its breath and lay on the threshold and stick out its tongue.

Fan Zixuan was stunned. Although the chicken was much fatter, it was still vaguely familiar: "Sir, this flying dragon..."

"Oh, it's the one you gave me last year. Something happened in the middle, and then I kept it for several months."

"Oh."

Fan Zixuan didn't understand what happened, but who can say for sure about the affairs of big people?

Maybe Sir Liang likes to raise chickens?

Look at the fat body of the flying dragon.

After a few greetings, Fan Zixuan left with a look of enlightenment.

Liang Qu felt something was wrong in "Eye-Knowing Method", but he opened his mouth and kept silent.

Forget it.

A few days slipped away.

The Spring Festival atmosphere faded, those who went to work went to work, and those who shoveled snow shoveled snow.

On the evening of the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, Liang Qu went home.

He was ranked first in the performance appraisal before the New Year and received a great reward.

Although the great reward had been used up in advance and the remaining small reward had not been received, the attendance in the first few days of the new year must still be guaranteed to avoid being criticized.

At the gate, Chen Qingjiang's family passed by one after another, from the oldest to the youngest, holding bamboo poles with bundles of straw tied to the top.

Liang Qu was surprised and asked what they were doing with the straw.

"'Setting fire'."

"Setting fire?"

Liang Qu was even more puzzled.

He knew the custom of "setting fire" on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month.

Commonly known as "lighting caterpillars" and "lighting the field wealth", it is to hope to eliminate pests and look forward to a good harvest next year.

Villagers pile up rice roots and weeds at the edge of the field and burn them, which is called "burning all insects". In addition, they burn the weeds on the roadside, graveyard, ditch bank and wasteland, which is called "eliminating insect nests".

At night, they use reeds or thatch to tie into straw bundles as thick as bowls, wave them along the edge of the field, and shout a few times, "On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, we set off fires. Other people's vegetables grow as big as copper coins, while my vegetables grow as big as bamboo baskets..." and so on.

The only problem is.

Chen Qingjiang's ancestors were fishermen. They relied on a black-sailed boat for food and clothing. Where did they get the fields to burn?

This didn't happen during the Chinese New Year last year.

Chen Qingjiang said: "After harvesting rice last autumn, I bought fifteen acres of land."

"Fifteen acres of land? Uncle Chen, you don't fish anymore?"

"Of course I will."

"Who will farm the fields?"

Fifteen acres of land is not a small amount. According to the current land price, it will cost at least seventy or eighty taels of silver, in addition to the corresponding two taxes every year.

The land tax is calculated based on the land area. If you own land, you have to pay more taxes.

The more land you own, the heavier the tax.

Chen Qingjiang fishes. His two children are too young. The oldest Shunzi is only six. Oh, he is one year older this year and is already seven years old. He is not a labor force at all. There are only one old man, Chen Renxing, and his wife, A Di, in the family. How can they farm?

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Chen Qingjiang said, "I won't farm. I will only keep two acres for myself to grow some fruits and vegetables. I will rent out the rest. I don't make much money. After paying taxes, there won't be much left.

But I plan to save all this money. After four or five years, Shunzi will be eleven or twelve years old. The money saved can almost send him to school. After two or three years of schooling, I will sell the land and send him to practice martial arts."

"Not bad."

Liang Qu didn't expect that Chen Qingjiang, a fisherman, had a good sense of investment. He knew how to use the money in his hands to purchase assets for appreciation, and even planned the future of his children early.

With my own connections, I don't have to worry about being exploited by officials. I'll get what I want.

Think for a moment.

"Uncle Chen, if you have time to rent, why not keep all of them and hire people to plant them instead of planting rice? Go to the Changchun Medical Clinic branch in the town and ask the shopkeeper Chen inside to buy some live black-spotted frogs and golden-threaded leeches in my name and learn how to raise them.

Before summer ploughing, try to grow rice and black-spotted frogs, rice and golden-threaded leeches together."

"Black-spotted frogs and golden-threaded leeches?"

"Yes!"

These two herbs are often caught for medicinal baths when Liangqu is in the fourth stage of skin, flesh, bones and blood. They are very useful for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis, and increasing qi and blood.

The formulas of each martial arts hall are different, but the pharmacology is the same.

Both are medicinal materials that low-level martial artists will use in large quantities.

According to the development prospects of Pingyang County, the number of martial artists will be in a stage of continuous growth and blowout for at least ten years, and the demand for basic medicinal materials will become greater and greater. It is a business that is sure to make money.

"Can it work?"

Chen Qingjiang didn't have much confidence. He had never farmed before, and he was a little hesitant to farm and raise frogs at the same time.

"Give it a try, count me in as a share, and ask Chen to join us.

It's too late today, let's do it tomorrow. Tomorrow I'll ask Libo and Jiechang to come and discuss with Chen to ask two medicinal material merchants to advance the funds."

Raising black-spotted frogs and leeches is definitely no problem. With such a large demand from warriors, there must be breeding, otherwise it can't be supplied.

But Liang Qu himself is not sure whether three-dimensional breeding can complement each other.

If it works, expanding the scale will be a good income over time.

With about ten acres of land, the experimental cost can be afforded.

"Okay, give it a try."

Chen Qingjiang himself has no confidence, but he believes in Liang Qu.