Spring comes to the desperate place

Chapter 198 Old Farmer

Because part of Song Chunlin's land was trampled by the army, the Ministry of Agriculture allocated him another large piece of land as compensation.

Song Chunlin brought all his brothers, daughters and daughters to the fields early in the morning. Each of them was given a hoe and started hoeing the land. Even the youngest child had a mini hoe, which Song Chunlin had found from a pile of gardening tools. It was not very useful, as participation was the important thing.

We counted the number of people yesterday. Song Chunlin now has eight brothers, nine girls, and five children under him. The oldest child is almost nine years old, and the youngest two are five and a half years old and just five years old respectively.

A group of people were turning the soil in the field with great effort. It didn't take long for an acre of land to be turned over. Song Chunlin was very satisfied with the efficiency, as it was not much different from the work of the soldiers.

In one morning, they plowed five acres of land. Song Chunlin planned to plant some cotton on part of the land and use the rest to experiment with his bean planting method.

He has already copied the soybean planting methods, and now all he needs is results. As long as the yield of his soybeans is higher than that of local ones, the planting methods he provided will be more credible.

Just when everyone was busy, Song Chunlin saw a funeral procession coming up the road from afar. Song Chunlin counted on his fingers and realized that the village was almost cleaned up and it was time for the dead to be buried.

Song Chunlin was just taking a casual glance, but when he saw someone in the team, he was suddenly stunned. If he remembered correctly, that person should be the old farmer's son whom he had met not long ago.

At this moment, he was wearing mourning cloth and following the team forward with a numb expression. Behind him were several thin-skin coffins, some big and some small.

Song Chunlin felt as if his feet were nailed to the spot. He watched the team walk away. Only when they were about to disappear from his sight did he dare to use his mental power to take a look into the coffins.

In the largest coffin was the smiling old farmer. He had been stabbed several times and his face had turned pale from blood loss.

Song Chunlin still can't forget the day when the old farmer stood in the sun and said to him with a smile: "If my family also gets some seeds next year, I'll treat you to all the sweet potatoes and potatoes you want!"

At that time, a large group of people were laughing, as if the beautiful vision of having enough food was right before their eyes. However, in the blink of an eye, the old farmer lay in the coffin, and he never ate the legendary potatoes and sweet potatoes until his death.

"Young Master? Young Master?" A young man saw Song Chunlin standing there for a long time without saying a word, and wanted to call him back to a shady place to hide, but he didn't expect Song Chunlin to just wave his hand.

"You guys take a break, I'll get you lunch."

After saying this, Song Chunlin rode his horse, but he did not go towards the city gate. He galloped all the way, following the team from a distance, and then stood quietly there, watching the simple funeral.

Because there were so many people, the ceremony became simple. When the coffin was slowly lowered, the remaining relatives began to burst into tears.

Song Chunlin then stepped forward to the old man's grave and threw a potato and a sweet potato into the unfilled hole. The two clods of earth hit the coffin with a dull sound.

The old man's son was a little surprised. He looked up and saw a handsome young man in a long robe. He exuded a cold and murderous aura, which made him dare not look up again after just one look.

The people nearby were also staring at this side in amazement. No one knew when the old man had provoked such a young man. His face was as dark as water, as if he was here to seek revenge.

However, Song Chunlin just bent down and bowed to the old man's coffin.

By the time everyone reacted, there was no sign of the young master around.

The brothers and sisters, who were holding their lunch boxes and eating carefully, looked at each other and exchanged glances, wondering who had offended this ancestor?

Ever since Song Chunlin came back with the lunch box, they all keenly noticed that the young master's temperament had completely changed. He was obviously still the same person, but now they were somewhat afraid to look him in the face.

However, Song Chunlin was unaware of this and only took everyone back to the yard after finishing all the work in the afternoon.

The next day, Song Chunlin was busy all day. He handed the soybean planting technology he had sorted out to Lu Jiming. Because Lu Jiming could read, he didn't know what he was holding in his hand at first. But when he opened the notebook and took a few glances, he became so nervous that he stuttered.

"Young Master, this, this..."

"What's this? Can't you read?" Song Chunlin interrupted him, "Don't tell anyone. You have nothing to do recently. Ask Wu Ke, yes, you, to take you to my field and plant soybeans according to what is written here. Although it's a little late, it won't make much difference."

Lu Jiming was speechless. No, did this person trust him so much? Didn't he give him such an important thing without testing it?

Song Chunlin didn't seem to notice his doubts, and patted his shoulder solemnly: "Brother, I believe in you, come on!"

Lu Jiming was so inspired that he trembled all over and shouted with him unconsciously: "Come on!" After shouting, he thought about what "Come on" meant? What kind of oil should be added, how to add it, and where to add it?

However, Song Chunlin had already walked far away and was unable to answer his questions.

After arranging for the supervisor, Song Chunlin pulled another cart of seeds into the yard and unloaded the stuff into an empty room.

Song Chunlin called the oldest brother and told him to take good care of the seeds here: "There are soybeans, potatoes, and sweet potatoes here. It's a little late now, but there's still time. I have arranged soldiers to go with you to plant. Someone will come to pick you up when the time comes. Don't worry, they are all from the Gu Family Army. The Gu Family Army has strict military discipline. You don't have to be too scared."

The boy felt something was not right as he watched him giving careful instructions. It sounded as if he was going on a long journey.

"Sir, are you going somewhere else? Then you, still... still..."

Song Chunlin looked at him and knew that what he wanted to ask was whether he would come back. Song Chunlin thought about it and found that he himself didn't know the answer.

"Come back, it depends on fate. I don't know if I can come back. If I come back, I hope you have finished planting the land."

In the evening, Gu Fengyue returned to the government office and was rarely found to have returned earlier than him. There was even a pile of French fries, hamburgers, fried chicken and cola blatantly placed on the table in their room.

Gu Fengyue raised her eyebrows and said, "What's going on today? Are you tired of the food here?"

Song Chunlin chuckled: "Young people always have a period of time when they need the nourishment of junk food."