Farming Beneath the Changbai Mountains

As expected by Zhixin, two days later, the village chief brought people to hang the skewers. This hanging string is also an idiom in the ginseng field, which is to divide the soil for growing ginseng into sections ranging from one to nine feet wide. When we first started growing ginseng, we usually had ponds that were five and a half to six feet wide, so we had to hang stringers that were more than nine feet long, because there had to be a ditch between the two stringers, and this ditch was not called a ditch. , called the horse path. When hanging the skewers, leave some extra space to prevent the horse path from being too narrow and making it inconvenient for work. Later, as ginseng soil gradually became more expensive, it was no longer nine feet, but eight or seven and a half feet. In this way, a lot of extra feet could be gained per soil moisture. Generally, when measuring ginseng soil, we don’t use acres to express it, but use the measurement unit of 姧, maybe because it is easier to calculate the measurement of feet this way.

Like Jinghan's previous life, a foot of ginseng soil could be purchased for more than three hundred yuan without digging. If you add in the time of digging the soil, the labor of looking at and planting the ginseng, plus the plastic film, ginseng seeds, etc., the cost of a foot of ginseng will now be around 1,100 yuan. The ginseng farmers have worked hard and knelt down for three years. They still don’t know what the ginseng will grow into. If the ginseng grows bad, it will be ruined. Therefore, the price of ginseng is getting more and more expensive. Even so, there are fewer and fewer ginseng farmers growing ginseng.

"Er Lin, Jia Jun, you two need to look for more wooden sticks. You all know what kind of sticks you want. Go quickly." the village chief ordered. A few people took axes and went into the forest to chop wood. They chopped down trees that were a little thicker than an adult man's big finger.

"Old Wu, Old Li, let's see where this Yangkou faces. Is it the same as last year, or is it slightly different?" the village chief asked several elderly people in the village. The pond string of this kind of ginseng must have a problem of facing the sun, which is generally called the sun mouth, also called the sunshine, which is the length of time the sunlight shines on the surface of the pond. Generally, there are more places in Xizhaoyang. A few old people took a look and decided to go to Xizhaoyang as last year. From the end of the afternoon, the sun can shine on the surface of the pool until the afternoon. This light is enough.

After discussing Chi Chuan'er's penis, everyone began to take out the fine hemp ropes to hang the Chuan'er. The people who had gone into the forest came out, each carrying a large bundle of sticks. They sharpened one end of the sticks and inserted them into the ground. The other end was cut into a bevel, and numbers were written on the bevel with a pen. Someone used a rope to pull out a straight line, and then someone inserted a stick into the ground to measure the width, and then inserted a stick on the other side. The child is ready.

The whole village used a total of more than 2,000 feet of ginseng soil this year, and it didn't take too long to hang the strings in one day. The next step is to divide the soil, that is, separate out the ginseng soil that each family wants and note where it is. This is quite simple. The sticks they insert into the ground are also regular. They usually insert one stick two feet away, and then change the number every twenty feet. In this way, they can get what each family wants. The ginseng soil separated. Each family usually only needs a space of 20 to 30 feet. A lot will be drawn for each number, and then the lot will be drawn to decide which family wants which place. This is more fair. Whoever wants more will wait until each family's twenty feet is divided, and then divide the extra. Sometimes, this trip to the pool is not exactly a multiple of twenty, there will always be some left over, and whichever house wants more can ask for such a surplus. After dividing them, you can also swap them with each other so that the ginseng soil in your home is all together.

After hanging the skewers and dividing the ginseng soil, the villagers worked hard in the ginseng field for two days before they were finished. Everyone was very satisfied with the result. They found their own phone number and made some notes to avoid finding it when they come back.

"Okay, the soil has been divided. Let's go back today. From now on, everyone will dig the soil when they want to save their lives. No one will care about this. If you dig it out earlier and dry it in the sun, you still have to beat and dump the soil. It's all work. , hurry up and do it quickly," Village Chief Zhou said looking at the big guy. "Last year's sticks looked good, and the weather looks good this year. We have to work hard and make more money."

Everyone agreed with a smile and then went home. After dividing the soil, everyone has a sense of confidence. As long as they are willing to work hard, they will not be afraid of falling into trouble. "Uncle Zhou, we all know that while the weather is good these days, we have to dig the soil as soon as possible." Zixuan's father said.

"Uncle Lin, this is the homework I did recently. Please help me bring it to Zixuan and let him take a look." Wenhan said while holding a stack of paper. Zixuan has gone to town to study, but he still often asks his father to bring him some homework assigned by his teacher. Every time Wenhan gets these, he will put them away carefully, and then take the time to study them slowly. Sometimes he will make them and give them to Zixuan for his help to look at. Boys only see friendship, and sometimes there is no need to say anything.

"Okay, Wenhan, don't leave your homework behind. Maybe your father will send you to the town to study. You have a good mind, it would be a pity not to study." Lin Xingjia touched Wenhan's head. , said a little regretfully.

A trace of sadness flashed in Wenhan's eyes, and then he smiled, "Uncle, don't worry, I won't leave my homework behind. When things calm down at home, I will go to school with Zixuan."

"Okay, that's good. I'll leave first. I'll give these things of yours to Zixuan." Lin Xingjia patted Wenhan on the shoulder and left.

Jinghan came to her brother's side and said, "Brother, it's okay. Let's make more money. This winter we will be able to allow you and your second brother to return to school."

Wenhan smiled and touched Jinghan's little head, "It's not as easy as you think? Our family still owes a lot of money. Even if we have money, we have to pay off all the debts first. Let's go study. It's okay. As long as we work together, we won't be afraid of having a hard time. We'll go into the mountains to dig for Gastrodia elata tomorrow. After a while, it won't be easy to find." God, it’s not bad. I can dig more than ten kilograms of fresh gastrodia elata every day. Yesterday, the most was more than twenty kilograms. At this time, it takes more than four kilograms of fresh gastrodia to produce one kilogram. I heard from Zhiming that a pound of dried gastrodia elata can be sold for about sixty to eighty yuan. This is a very good price, but it is much more expensive than other medicinal materials.

Jinghan nodded. She knew that the gastrodia elata was only unearthed for about ten days. After this period, it will become empty, especially the kind that was unearthed and bloomed today, and will slowly rot away. "You have to hurry up, there's nothing wrong anyway. Brother, just send the fish to the town with peace of mind in the morning. We can't delay the fish delivery just to dig Gastrodia elata." Gastrodia elata is only half a month old, but this time However, the fish can be delivered until autumn, so there must be no delay.

"Well, you don't have to say this? Well, don't think about anything. Wash out the gastrodia elata dug today and let my mother cook it in the evening. It's more serious to dry it out as soon as the weather is good." Wen Han Looking at my sister's little adult appearance, I couldn't help but want to laugh. The brother and sister quickly soaked the gastrodia elata in water and used a brush to clean the soil on it. Wen Cheng also came to help, but was kicked away by Jing Han. "Second brother, you and the eldest brother should go read a book together. I can do this work without you." Jinghan was still worried about her brothers' homework.

Just as Jingwan came over, "Yes, eldest brother, second brother, you two should go read a book, and take Wenchang and Wenxuan with you to save them from teasing those little geese again." Jingwan put on her clothes Roll up your sleeves and brush Gastrodia elata with Jinghan.

As soon as Wenhan heard that the two little boys were playing tricks on the goose again, he hurried to find them. Sure enough, in the goose pen sandwiched between trees on one side, two boys were chasing the goslings. By this time, the gosling had grown much bigger than before and was about to grow fur, so it looked ugly. Being expelled by Wen Xuan and Wen Chang, the voice began to change to that of an adult goose.

"Wen Xuan, Wen Chang, are you two feeling uncomfortable sitting idle? You are so naughty, go in and study quickly, or you will be beaten if you don't come back." Wen Han threatened.

When Wenxuan and Wenchang saw that their eldest brother was coming, they quickly came out of the goose pen and kept laughing. "Brother, we just see that the goose is too ugly." Wenxuan scratched his head in embarrassment.

Wenhan glared at him, "It will look better when it grows up. When it is growing fur, it is not ugly. You two, please calm down. If I see it again, be careful not to get beaten."

The two little guys nodded quickly. They were quite convinced of their elder brother, and quickly followed Wen Han into the room to study. Not long after, the sound of reading could be heard in the room.

Now that the ginseng soil was divided, Zhixin and Zhiming naturally took the time to dig the soil. Early the next morning, the two men went to their own ginseng field carrying pickaxes. Jinghan was speechless when she saw that what her father and third uncle were carrying were actually the pickaxes used for farming at home. Using this kind of pickaxe, digging the soil is very tiring and slow. It happened that Wenhan was going to the town, so Jinghan pulled Wenhan and asked him to wait for a while, "Brother, wait a moment, I will draw something, and you go to the blacksmith shop in the town and bring back a pickaxe. Our father and the others used it. The pickaxe is too laborious." As she said that, Jinghan found a piece of paper and a pen, and drew a pickaxe on the paper that was specially used for digging soil. This kind of pick is twice as wide as the one used for farming, but you don’t have to worry about it being too heavy, because except for the three inches at the front end, it is hollowed out. In this way, the weight of the entire pick is not too heavy, but it is used for digging soil. The time passed quickly, after all, it was much more lenient.

Wenhan looked at this picture carefully and felt that if it could be printed, it would definitely be much easier to use than the pickaxe he is using now. "Jinghan, how did you come up with such a method?"

"Brother, I'm just thinking about it. I don't know if this will work. Let the blacksmith give it a try first, and then we'll come back and try. I think it should work." Jinghan didn't dare to say that this was something she saw in her previous life. He just vaguely said that he figured it out by himself.

"Okay, then I'll give it a try. I think it will work." Wenhan took the drawings and left.