It's really hard to just farm peacefully.

Chapter 338

In mid-May, Jiang Yan delivered the cliff fruit oil that he had helped to exchange to Jiang Ying and others one by one.

She complained, "Except for Jiang Nian and Jiang Yuan, it's inconvenient for Aunt Yu to go back to the village. You guys have families, too, and you still want me to go through this."

Jiang Ying exclaimed, "Oh, it's because I'm worried that my grandparents will be forgetful and miss out on important things. Besides, you're already helping Jiang Nian and the others, so adding a few of us is just convenient."

"Yes, but they'll stop me and ask me why the lamp oil I brought from home is used up so quickly, and why I have to use all the money I saved to buy it myself..."

Jiang Nian spread his hands and said helplessly, "We don't want to either, but this work is endless. It really is endless. I need to use the lamp oil provided by the government, and I'm afraid my eyes will be damaged first."

"I feel like my eyes are blurry now..."

"How pitiful." Jiang Yan shook her head. "Then you should use it sparingly. I've already exchanged everything I can find in the village. Once I use it up, there won't be any left."

Jiang Ying grabbed Jiang Yan's arm and said, "I can still rely on you, right?"

Jiang Yan quickly pulled back her arm: "There's no hope. I've already given you a lot of my private stash. I'll have to be frugal with the rest later."

"Ah~"

"Ah~"

"Ah~"

Jiang Ying, Jiang Ai and Jiang Nian sighed one after another, and Jiang Yan knew something was wrong as soon as she heard it.

She rolled her eyes. "Why don't you go talk to the steward and ask him to assign you less work or assign more people to help you? Or at least spend more money to buy you better lamp oil, or reimburse you?"

The three people looked at Jiang Yan with resentment. If these ideas were feasible, would it be necessary to work for nothing out of their own pockets?

That’s almost three months’ monthly salary… My heart bleeds just thinking about it.

Jiang Yuan, who moved to the cave to work and was unable to return to the village with everyone else this time, also felt that it was not worth it, especially when the light in the cave was poor and the lamp oil consumption was extra high.

After thinking it over, he took Jiang An with him to negotiate with the purchasing manager, and finally successfully reimbursed all the cliff fruit lamp oil in the hands of the two.

Unfortunately, since arriving at Tiankeng Mountain, I have had no chance to communicate with Jiang Nian and the others, and I don’t know if they can come up with a way to protect their wallets.

……

Busy days always pass by so quickly. Jiang Yan finally had some free time to lie on the kang for two days when she heard Jiang Fa calling anxiously towards her yard: "Jiang Yan, go to the fields quickly and check. Your reeds seem to be failing."

Lushao, also known as sorghum, is the name of the crop that Jiang Yan described in various ways to the manager Hao San after he went to the county town and finally had to call the team servant to match it. Then the people in Dongshan Village all changed their words.

When she heard that her reed was about to die, Jiang Yan hurriedly put on her shoes and ran out.

What a horror story?!

She stood at the edge of the field and saw that the leaves of the plants that had been green a few days ago began to wilt and turn yellow.

Jiang Fa arrived a long time later, panting. He looked at Jiang Yan's red eyes and said, "Don't worry, I'll call your chrysanthemum milk, she will be here soon."

After a moment, Wang Juhua came over and grabbed a handful of soil from the roots of the reed plant and rubbed it. Feeling just a hint of dampness on her fingertips, she frowned and asked, "Have you been lazy and not watering the plant these past few days?"

Jiang Yan replied: "I watered it, once in the morning and once before nightfall."

“How much water?”

Jiang Yan compared the amount of water used in the wheat field before and said, "I'm afraid that if I water too much, the roots will rot."

Wang Juhua had already dug up the mud to observe the roots of the calamus. "Water them more. The little you have isn't enough for them."

Jiang Yan nodded. She would add two more buckets of water later. However, she had the impression that sorghum was drought-resistant, but it wasn't as drought-resistant as she had imagined...

"Don't you need some more fertilizer?" Jiang Yan had just caught some a few days ago. Although he was reluctant to give it away, he had to scatter it anyway.

Wang Juhua supported Jiang Yan's arm and slowly stood up: "Let's wait and see, you're not afraid of burning the seedlings if you add too much."

also.

Jiang Yan turned her head to look at her ancestor number A. The plant already had many flower buds, some of which had even begun to bloom.

"Grandma, do you think this piece needs water or fertilizer?"

Wang Juhua checked it out and said, "I don't see anything wrong. Just keep an eye on it."

Jiang Yan, who had completely lost hope of avoiding work, started to get up early and go to bed late again.

She watered the sorghum carefully, fearing that she would be too generous and cause root rot.

Fortunately, after a few days, the leaves gradually returned to normal, and Jiang Yan finally relaxed.

Then came the wheat harvest. Not only did Jiang Ying and others take a leave and return to the village to help, but even Jiang Yuan and Jiang An were let down from the mountain.

The two men worked on the farm work without stopping, and chatted non-stop with an old cloth covering their mouths. They were so cheerful that they looked like people who had just been released from prison.

This analogy was not pleasant to the ear, but it undoubtedly aroused the sympathy of the elders in Dongshan Village, especially Gao Hua Nai. After drying the wheat every day, they would think about making some good supplements for them. They even took out Grandpa Jiang Wang's private money and asked someone to go to the village to buy two chickens to make soup.

The chickens raised by the families in the village cannot be killed. The chicks that hatched this spring have been raised until now, and we are hoping that they will lay more eggs and hatch more chicks to make a profit.

After they had eaten and drunk their fill, and it was too dark to work, a group of people brought their own stools and gathered at Jiang Yan's house, chatting and laughing in the breeze.

Jiang Yan held a palm-leaf fan and half-covered her mouth: "I want to tell you something in secret. Not long ago, a matchmaker came to our village and wanted to arrange a marriage between Uncle Jiang He and Brother Jiang Ju."

"Which family are you talking about? Do I know them?" Jiang Ying grabbed Jiang Yan's arm and shook it excitedly. Without exaggerating, she knew at least half of the women of marriageable age in the nearby villages. The fun of "familiar" people was the most interesting.

"I don't know. I just heard that he was from the county." Jiang Yan shook her head. She was also curious, but Jiang Xing Taigong only said a few words at the time, and no one else said anything after that even if they were curious.

"Is that so..." Jiang Ying was a little disappointed, but soon became excited. "Our village is amazing. There are girls from the city who are willing to marry here."

Previously, marriages in Dongshan Village had been limited to a few nearby villages. Even if a matchmaker was hired, the marriages could basically not escape the scope of the neighboring townships.

Jiang Nian was speechless: "My mother married me."

Jiang Ying waved her hand: "Your family's situation is different. Uncle Fu lives in the county with Aunt most of the time." Her grandmother said that although Uncle Fu could not become a son-in-law, it was almost the same. It would be difficult to find another one as lucky as him.

"I didn't expect that." Jiang Yingle said, then remembered something, "What about Uncle Huzi and Uncle Fuzi? They are only one year younger."

Jiang Yan shook her head regretfully. "They're so tight-lipped, I couldn't get anything out of them. But Grandma Zhang has been in a particularly good mood these past few days, so maybe this is the good news?"

"Of course, it's not ruled out that I'm particularly happy because the wheat harvest is very good this year." Jiang Yan felt that his words were not precise and quickly made amends.

The only thing missing is Uncle Tiger...

Jiang Ying immediately looked at Jiang He, who had been sitting in the outer circle and remained silent, and couldn't help but chuckle.