"Chamcheng rice is highly adaptable, drought-resistant, early-maturing, and has a higher yield than our Dakang rice," Jin Feng replied.
In fact, the rice planting range in Dakang is not wide, and many people would rather grow sorghum than rice.
It’s not that everyone doesn’t know that rice is delicious, but the original rice in Dakang was too difficult to maintain and the yield was not very high.
In fact, the yield of sorghum is not high, and it tastes astringent and pungent, but sorghum is easy to grow.
Just throw a handful of seeds into the ground and basically forget about it.
Therefore, most people like to grow sorghum and do not like to grow rice.
"Drought-tolerant and early-maturing?" Zhao Yue asked, "Can it survive even if planted on ridges?"
Why rice is called rice is because rice has very high requirements for water. Without water, it will easily die or reduce production.
If it can survive even when planted on ridges, it will be much easier to promote.
"No," Jin Feng explained with a smile: "We just got the Champa rice back. The greenhouse is a test field, planted on ridges, just to test how drought-resistant it is.
Look at the patch in front, it’s planted in the water!”
Zhao Yue looked forward, and sure enough, there was a patch of rice planted in shallow water more than ten meters away.
In fact, it is not very good to conduct experiments in a greenhouse because the various conditions in the greenhouse are too simple.
The temperature remains almost stable and there is no wind or rain, so the data from the test is of little reference significance.
But Wei Wuya and Lao Tan are too curious about Champa Rice and can't wait until next spring.
Jin Feng couldn't resist them, so he gave them a few kilograms of rice seeds and let them toss them around.
Since the rice was planted in Champa, the two of them have been running here whenever they have free time. They don't even go back at night and just live in the greenhouse.
In Aunt Tan's words, Lao Tan is closer to these rice crops than he was to his son back then.
At this time, the two of them were squatting on the ground using small shovels to dig up the soil. When they heard someone coming in from behind, they turned around and took a look.
"Brother Feng, are you here to see the vegetables?"
Lao Tan smiled and said: "Don't look at it, it's not grown yet!"
Dakang has very few vegetable varieties, and many of the vegetables that were common in previous lives have not yet spread to the Central Plains.
Especially in winter, there are even fewer edible vegetables, only a few types such as radish, cabbage, spinach, etc.
Not to mention ordinary people, even many landowners have no vegetables to eat in winter and can only eat some food such as pickles.
After finally reliving his life, Jin Feng naturally would not wrong himself, so he asked Wei Wuya to grow some vegetables for him in the greenhouse to make hot pot.
Wei Wuya refused at first, but Jin Feng threatened to cut off the coal in the greenhouse if he did not allow him to grow vegetables. Wei Wuya had no choice but to compromise and set up two small vegetable plots in the greenhouse for Jin Feng to grow vegetables.
Jin Feng has been eating pickled vegetables recently, and Jin Feng felt very unhappy with it. He wanted to eat some green vegetables to relieve his tiredness, so he came to the greenhouse twice when he had nothing to do.
"I'm not here to see vegetables, I'm here to see Mr. Wei for medical treatment." Jin Feng waved his hand.
"What's wrong with you?" Wei Wuya put down the shovel and looked Jin Feng up and down.
"It's not me, it's Mr. Zhao." Jin Feng quickly pointed at Zhao Yue.
Since ancient times, the status of doctors has been high. After all, in life, you and your family will inevitably experience various major illnesses and minor disasters, and you will inevitably have to trouble the doctor.
Therefore, even if the bandits rob the road, they will usually not make things difficult for the doctor when they meet him.
As for famous doctors like Wei Wuya, their status is even higher.
If he is willing, many powerful people are willing to pay a lot of money to hire them as personal doctors.
Zhao Yue didn't wait for Wei Wuya to speak, and quickly saluted: "Miracle Doctor Wei, we meet again!"
Wei Wuya had been a doctor for most of his life and had seen so many patients and family members that he did not remember Zhao Yue at all.
However, since it was Jin Feng who brought him, Wei Wuya did not dare to show off. After returning the courtesy, he asked: "Who is this?"
"This is Mr. Zhao from Jinchuan City. He has been the military advisor of General Fan of the Zhenbei Army. When I went to Qingshui Valley with Qinghou, I met the party members for the first time. I didn't understand anything. Mr. Zhao gave me a lot of guidance!" Jin
Feng introduced with a smile.
Zhao Yue knew that Jin Feng was trying to support him, and although he was a little embarrassed, he didn't point it out.
He bowed his hands to Wei Wuya again: "Fifteen years ago, my mother was seriously ill, and it was Divine Doctor Wei who brought my mother back from death! She has been in Northern Xinjiang all these years, and I have no time to go and thank Divine Doctor Wei again!"
"Mr. Zhao, you're welcome. It's our duty to treat illnesses and save people, so don't worry about it!" Wei Wuya said, stroking his beard.
"Mr. Wei, Mr. Zhao caught a cold in northern Xinjiang and has been coughing recently. I would like to ask you to take a look." Jin Feng explained the purpose of his visit.
"Then go back and see."
Wei Wuya said hello to Lao Tan, picked up his coat and walked out of the greenhouse.
"Wind evil has entered the body and infected the heart and lungs. I'll prescribe some medicine for you to take. Then keep warm and don't drink cold air. It's not a big problem."
Wei Wuya said as he picked up the brush and wrote down a unilateral statement.
The little military doctor girl sitting nearby quickly picked up the list and went to grab the medicine.
"Thank you, Mr. Wei!" Zhao Yue stood up and saluted.
"Mr. Zhao, you're welcome."
Wei Wuya waved his hand, then looked at Jin Feng: "Is there anything else, Mr. Jin? If nothing happens, I will go back to the greenhouse."
"There is something I really want to discuss with sir."
As he spoke, Jin Feng took out a piece of manuscript paper from his arms and put it on the table: "This is a song about the twenty-four solar terms that the master told me back then. Mr. Wei knows the seasons better. Please help me take a look."
Dakang's calendar is also very backward, and many people rely on experience to estimate their crops.
Sometimes the sowing time of two villages can differ by more than ten days. The reason is that there is a person in one village who is impatient and starts sowing early.
As soon as the villagers saw that he started planting, others would follow suit.
Agriculture is most about seasonality. For craftsmen, it is not a big problem to make a bed ten days early or ten days late. However, for farmers, ten days will have a great impact on the crops of the whole season.
After Jin Feng discovered this problem, he came up with the idea of popularizing the calendar.
The Song of the Twenty-Four Solar Terms is a short calendar poem summarized by ancient sages based on the seasons. It perfectly combines astronomy, natural laws and agricultural customs. It can be said to be the compass of agriculture and has been used for thousands of years.
Until Jin Feng was reborn, Song of the Twenty-Four Solar Terms was still one of the texts that primary school students had to memorize.
"The spring rain shocks the spring and clears the valley, and the summer is full of awns and the summer heat..."
Wei Wuya picked up the manuscript paper and recited in a low voice.
The Song of the Twenty-Four Solar Terms is a short poem composed of one word from each solar term for the convenience of recitation. It has no meaning in itself.
If you don’t understand the solar terms, you won’t understand it at all.
There are no solar terms like the Spring Equinox and Grain Rain in Dakang. Although Jin Feng just said that the Twenty-Four Solar Terms Song is about the seasons, Wei Wuya still couldn't understand it.
He didn't pretend to understand. After reading it, he frowned and asked, "What does this little poem mean?"
