Chapter 7 07. The village is full of wasteland
I'm thinking about it.

Ding, there’s a message on the phone.

I clicked on it and saw that it was sent by Ding Rui [You didn’t show me Ding Xiaoman today, (angry expression)]

Oh, I forgot, Ding Xiaoman is being held by Zhang Guiqin in the outer room.

Ding Xiaoman’s surname is Ding. He was brought back by Ding Rui on the Xiaoman day of the twenty-four solar terms, so he is called Ding Xiaoman.

Nominally, it is Ding Rui's cat, and she is just keeping it with Luo Yihang.

Well, Ding Rui started raising a cat before she went to the capital.

Luo Yihang edited the message, [Dear user, I am honored to inform you that your cat has been kidnapped. You need to pay ten kisses to rescue it, otherwise your cat will have its fur shaved] and sent it.

Ding Dong, [Go to hell! (hammer head emoji)]

Then came another one, [Get your money! (red face, angry expression)]

Luo Yihang continued to edit the information, [Not accepted! ]

【Collect (big eyes expression)】

[No need for now, I'll tell you if I need money, pat on the head. ]

[Chop your hand off! (Bleeding knife expression)]

Ha, Luo Yihang smiled slightly and put away his phone.

When there are outsiders around, Ding Rui is a bit introverted and cold. But when there is no one around, she is quite fun.

Putting away his phone, Luo Yihang also prepared an excuse.

After going out and sitting in the living room, Luo Yihang said to his parents: "Ruirui supports me coming back. Also, give me half a year. If I don't do well in half a year, I will go out to work."

In the end, Luo Yihang did not make up a lie, but instead used the tactic of procrastination.

The old couple Luo Cheng and Zhang Guiqin thought that Luo Yihang and Ding Rui had already discussed it, so they could only support it. What else could they do?

"Okay, just half a year. I'll listen to you for the next half year. If I can't do it, I'll go to the capital and take the civil service exam."

Won half a year.

It all depends on how you use magic to accomplish something in the next six months.

You have to balance your career and cultivation.

……

It's another early morning.

Luo Cheng woke up from a deep sleep, stretched himself and walked out of the room.

feeling good.

Ever since he turned fifty, perhaps because he overdrawn his body when he was young, he always felt that he could not sleep, but he did not get enough sleep, and he still felt very tired when he woke up in the morning.

Last night was a rare good night's sleep. I felt refreshed and comfortable from the bottom of my heart.

After leaving the yard, I looked at the mountains in the distance, with green mountains, white clouds and mist, just like an ink painting; I looked at the fields nearby, with lush green and fresh water, just like a watercolor painting; I looked at my son in the fields, holding a guitar, tall and handsome, just like looking at a photo of myself.

Why are they all so beautiful?

The familiar scenery looks particularly clear today. It feels like there is a piece of glass in front of my eyes. There used to be a layer of dust on it, but it has been wiped clean today.

Strolling along the ridge of the field, beautiful singing voice came over with the wind. It was Luo Yihang singing.

"It seems like it's going to rain. I want to live next door to you and stand stupidly downstairs of your house. I'll look up and count the dark clouds. If a piano appears in the scene, I'll sing for you..."

This is so good, much better than the one sung yesterday, which made my head buzz.

What was it yesterday? A Chinese Ghost Story owes a debt to her daughter, I forget the mountains and rivers and I forget my lover...

Humming "Forget Lover" all the way, Luo Cheng walked up to Luo Yihang.

When Luo Yihang saw his father coming, he reached out to press the strings of the zither, and the father and son looked at the field in front of them together.

Luo Cheng asked, "Hang, tell me what you plan to do, so we can discuss it."

"I have an idea." Luo Yihang was naturally not polite to his father. He pointed to the grass slope behind and asked, "Can the meadow over there be turned into a field?"

Luo Yihang's home is at the top of the village. Behind his fields is the grassland where Ding Xiaoman ran and played yesterday. It is about three or four hundred meters wide. Above the grassland are trees that spread from sparse to dense and then into the mountains.

The grassy area was closest to Luo Yihang's house, but it only had some weeds growing in clumps. It looked fine from a distance, but not dense at all up close. There was soil exposed in many places, wasting resources. Luo Cheng looked up, shook his head and said, "No, the plant protection people said that the temperature over there is close to 25 degrees, so it must be kept as it is and nothing can be moved. Otherwise, your grandfather and his family would have bloomed long ago."

"Preserve the ecological environment and maintain the water and soil to avoid landslides when it rains heavily." Luo Yihang understood and asked, "Then can we spread some grass seeds and flower seeds?"

"Is it okay?" Luo Cheng was not sure either. "I'll call the Plant Protection Station and ask someday."

Luo Yihang thought about it last night. He has both earth and wood spiritual roots. Plants and soil are the basis of cultivation. Naturally, the more soil the better, and the more plants the better. Soil is fixed, so he can only start with plants.

This may be a little different from the conventional concept, but in fact, for the same area of ​​land, the number of naturally grown plants is far less than the number of artificially grown crops.

What Luo Yihang wants is the plant itself; it doesn’t matter whether it is artificially planted or grown naturally.

The first choice is agricultural crops or cash crops.

The abundance of plants aids spiritual practice.

Output can also be exchanged for money.

According to the simplest concept, building a career means making a lot of money.

With the spirit gathering array in place, crops nourished by spiritual energy can definitely be sold at a high price.

Unfortunately, the nearest meadow cannot be turned into a field, so the next best thing is to sow some flower seeds and grass seeds.

Then, Luo Yihang changed direction and pointed to a piece of bare wasteland just below his house and asked, "Okay, what about over there? Is it our field?"

It was the next closest empty spot.

Luo Cheng looked in the direction he was looking, raised his hand and gave Luo Yihang a pat on the head, "You don't even recognize your grandfather's land."

"......" Luo Yihang rubbed his head and complained, "When did my family get that piece of land?"

"Oh, you don't know. When your uncle Da went to the city a few years ago, he gave the land to your grandfather. Last year, your grandfather couldn't farm it, so he left it idle."

Luo Yihang thought that the people in our village have been traveling more. Ever since he went to Shanghai, he started to come back during the winter and summer vacations, and only came back for a few days during the Spring Festival after work. He was extremely busy. There was nothing to grow in the whole village in the winter, and no one talked about this.

Well, it’s our own.

In this case, the person has left but his/her household registration has not been moved, and the village has not taken back the private plots or contracted land, so they are given to other people to cultivate.

"If you want to plant, just clean up the land. Half a year is enough to plant a season of wheat." Luo Cheng added.

Luo Yihang didn't reply, but pointed to the bare fields farther down the mountain and asked, "Who owns that one, that one, and that one?"

This time Luo Cheng did not answer straight away, but hesitated a little, "That piece belongs to your Seventh Master, that piece belongs to Li Zhu's family, and that piece belongs to Bao Fa's family. I don't know if the village took it away when they left. I don't remember how many pieces are left."

Luo Yihang still didn't answer. He turned around and pointed to the top of the mountain and asked, "What about the fields on the platform above? They all belong to the village, right?"

"Yes, some of them have been taken back by the village, and some are still in the hands of individuals. They are all abandoned and no one is taking care of them. What's the matter?"

Luo Cheng was already feeling a little uneasy.

"It's nothing, let's take care of it all." Luo Yihang said casually.

Luo Cheng was so angry that his nose was crooked. "Why don't you go to heaven? Just take over as many fields as you know! Do you want to tire me and your mother to death?"

"Didn't you say that using machines and hiring workers won't be tiring?" Luo Yihang continued in a casual tone, but quietly moved a few steps away from his biological father.

As expected, the son knows the father best. Luo Cheng was so angry that he took off one of his shoes and raised his hand to hit him. "I'm going to beat you to death. Hire someone. Now a small worker needs 200 yuan a day. Do you know how much those cost?"

Luo Yihang ran away before his shoes were out, shouting as he ran, "We need to raise some chickens and ducks, and a few more pigs, and we can dig a pond on the mountain to raise fish."

Luo Cheng chased for two steps but failed to catch up. He put on his shoes angrily. His good day was completely ruined.

Luo Yihang was very happy to amuse his father, so he ran home with his guitar to make breakfast.

You have to calm down after a while, otherwise it will be bad to have a meal of stir-fried bamboo shoots and meat.

But what Luo Yihang said just now, that he wanted to take care of it all, was true.

　A new day begins.

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(End of this chapter)