At dawn, Qiao Wei half opened her eyes, vaguely touched the children around her, and found that there was only one left. She was so scared that she sat up! Eyes a scan, see son dressed neatly, sitting by the window reading.

Morning light through the window paper, gently fell on him, his small back straight, look serious, poor quality of clothing, can not stop him a noble, it is from the heart of the temperament.

Qiao Wei suddenly a little curious about the little guy's father, will it be so gorgeous? Will he still be alive? He is a man in the clouds. He doesn't know the existence of himself and his children. If you find him and recognize him, she and her children will live a happy life

In view of the tragic experience of the two generations, Qiao Wei thinks that the probability of such a good thing happening to her is lower than the probability of her winning the lottery.

Qiao Wei finished washing and made breakfast for the children: beef noodles and tea eggs. After dinner, she boiled Chinese medicine.

Wangshu doesn't matter. There's no need to take any more medicine. The medicine is Jingyun's.

Jing Yun drank the medicine obediently.

The old scholar's private school didn't open until after 15. Before that, both Jing Yun and Wang Shu had to study at home.

After doing housework, Qiao Wei also took out her own "Huangdi Neijing" and "Nanjing" for self-study.

A few days ago, I always read my son's textbooks and learned a lot of words. However, it's not enough to understand the extensive and profound medical books.

"It's time to buy a dictionary." She sighed.

Jing Yun blinked his eyes and asked, "what is a dictionary?"

"It's a book with pronunciation and interpretation."

"Is that what my mother said?" Jing Yun took out a Book Shuowen Jiezi from his book bag.

Qiao Wei is surprised: "how can you have this?"

Jing Yun said, "it's from my husband."

Qiao Wei turned over and said, "does everyone have one?"

Jing Yun shakes his head.

In fact, the old man is a bit stingy. His books are never touched by others. Once, tie Niu accidentally spilled tea on the old man's books and was punished by the old man to stand for a whole class. He didn't understand why the old man secretly sent him books.

"My husband likes me very much." He said.

Qiao Wei nodded a smile: "you are Xueba, of course he likes you."

"What is Xueba?" Asked Jing Yun, puzzled.

Qiao Wei explains: "it is the student who always takes the first place."

"Oh, the penultimate?"

"Learning dregs."

The old man likes him because he is a Xueba, but his sister is a Xueba. How can the old man like her?

Jing Yun is very confused.

After lunch, Qiao Wei took the children to the ten acre field in the East Village.

Spring is coming, and she wants to plant the field quickly. The income of selling snacks is stable, but it is not enough to support the whole family. The child got sick once and spent more than 40 Liang before and after. If she only depends on the money of selling snacks, I'm afraid it's not even a small change.

She must think of more ways to make money. If the land is planted right, it will bring a lot of income.

She walked into the village as usual, but was it her illusion that the big guy looked at her strangely, as if With a trace of vigilance and fear.

Tieniu is squatting at the door to tease the dog. He sees a family of three coming this way. He is busy holding his little pet and happily says to Jingyun, "I have a dog, too! It's white, too! It's bigger than yours! Better than yours

Pop!

Aunt Liu runs out of the house, slaps her son on the head, stares at Qiao Wei from a distance, and drags iron ox into the house in disgust and fear.

Qiao Wei turns her head and looks at the rest of the villagers. They also lift their chairs and go back to the house.

Jingyun and Wangshu blink their eyes and look at their mother. Qiao Wei doesn't know how to explain to them. She touches their heads and whispers, "let's go."

"Where are you going?"

The voice of the old scholar suddenly appeared behind him, and the three turned around.

The old scholar came up to him, raised his hand and touched his forehead: "well, it's not hot. Jingyun still has a rash."

"Almost ready, sir." Said Jing Yun.

The old scholar said solemnly, "that's good. Look, I've taken off your mother's looks these days!" People have a lot of meat on New Year's day, and the eldest lady is thin on New Year's day. He really doesn't know what to say.

Seeing that he didn't hide from them like the villagers, Qiao Wei put her heart down slightly, and heard that he cared about herself so much that she couldn't help flowing a warm current: "sir."

The old scholar gave her a sad look and wanted to ask her about the town. He thought it was inappropriate to talk about it in front of the children. He cleared his throat and said, "are you going to see that field? I'll take you, lest you can't find your way

Worried that she couldn't find her way, it was true that she was lonely and helpless. The villagers probably knew that she had a bad relationship with the leader of Qinglong Gang, and they were afraid of causing trouble. They all hid from her like a plague, but the scholar who didn't say a few words didn't fear death.Although she does not need anyone's sympathy, she will not cherish others' kindness.

Qiao Wei nodded gratefully: "thank you, sir."

Four people and a mink came to the wasteland of the East Village. The snow had not yet melted. The snow in the field was piled up like floating clouds. A frozen ditch meandered through the "white clouds", which was desolate and spectacular.

"Here it is." The old scholar stood on the ridge of the field, pointed to the boundless wasteland and said, "look at the big one? But I went back to the village 14 years ago. At that time, I studied by myself and asked for the fields more than they could do. I planted them for three years and got nothing. Aunt Liu would not have asked the village head for the field if she had not been forced to do so by the creditors. But in the end, it's in your hands. Listen to my advice and don't plant it. "

Qiao Wei put the children on the ridge of the field and walked down the field by herself: "can't it grow anything at the beginning?"

The old scholar shook his head: "it's not true. When I was a child, I saw lots of crops here. Somehow, it became a dead land."

"What has been planted in this field?" Qiao Wei asked.

The old scholar said: "wheat, soybean, rice, cotton, corn All that can be planted. "

"None of them survived?" Jovi wondered.

The old scholar recalled: "I planted corn that year, but I survived a few plants, but those plants couldn't even get meat. It's a pity to me!" The old scholar sighed and walked into the field.

Qiao Wei squatted down and pulled out a small weed from the soil.

The old scholar said: "by the way, the crops are not long, and the grass is as long as possible!"

"The ability to grow grass means that this land is not a dead land. It can be cultivated." Qiao Wei put the grass on the tip of her nose and smelled it. "It's not grass, it's wild vegetables. I used to eat it when I was a child."

The old scholar was shocked: isn't it? A thousand treasures of Enbo mansion When I was a child, I ate weeds? After the death of Uncle Zheng and his wife, what did the second room and the third room do to the young lady?!

Qiao Wei chewed: "it's Suaeda salsa."

"Suaeda salsa?" The old scholar has never heard of such wild vegetables.

Qiao Wei touched some soil with her fingers, tasted it with the tip of her tongue, and said thoughtfully, "Sir, has anyone ever planted sorghum here?"

"No The old scholar shook his head.

"That's right." Qiao Wei clapped the soil on her hands and gave a happy smile. "I know why those crops are not growing. It's saline land. "There must be Manglietia in the sandy land, and Suaeda salsa in the saline land." with so many Suaeda salsa, we can see that its salt content is extremely high. The high content of salt will affect the normal growth of crops, which is the reason why people die what they grow. Corn is more tolerant to salt and alkali than other crops, so it survived a few plants. "

The old scholar was surprised and asked, "you How do you know? "

The back hill of the orphanage is a piece of saline land, where she grew up!

There are many ways to form saline alkali land, including climate and geography. Since the old man saw crops here when he was a child, it means that it has nothing to do with them. It is possible that the lateral seepage of water in that ditch led to the elevation of groundwater level and promoted the accumulation of salt, thus forming saline alkali land.

Qiao Wei's smile curved her eyes and said excitedly: "Sir, you can grow crops in saline land! I know how to plant it! "