mtl008 Chapter 204: Write a few spells and apply some tomato juice
Chapter 204: Write a few spells and apply some tomato juice
Qiao Jianer entered the main room, and Fusheng opened the thing on the table, revealing a little man that was half the length of an arm and weighed almost two kilograms. It was wrapped in paper with the names of the Qiao family written on it and densely packed with embroidery needles.
And those embroidery needles were all stuck in her face, right where her heart was.
Seeing these dirty and shameful things, Qiao Jianer's blood pressure rose and he felt nauseous.
She thought this kind of plot could only be found in novels about palace fighting and house fighting, but she didn't expect that when she came here, in this rural area, there were also people making voodoo dolls.
Okay, everyone knows how to play dirty tricks.
Qiao Lian'er wrapped up the paper with the names of the Shen family members on it, but felt it was not enough, so she found the ketchup she had made during the day from the kitchen. This was originally for the family to dip in French fries, and it came in handy.
She also put a few rock sugars in it when boiling it together, which made it a good deal for the Shen family.
Like this piece of paper, it has been wiped clean and looks like it is bloody.
And then put the embroidery needles back on.
"Okay, you can take it now. By the way, where are they hiding this thing?"
"It was placed in a jar on the roof, so I didn't have to exert any effort to get it. I just asked A Cang and Lu Er to blow it away without disturbing the Shen family at all."
Many families in this area like to put a jar on the roof, which means praying to God and welcoming happiness, wealth and good luck.
There is also one on the roof of Qiao's house.
Put it there so it will be convenient later.
"Here, take it and put it in properly."
This was a satisfying thing to do, and Qiao Jian'er gave her another big handful of candy. She seemed to have seen A Cang and the others hanging around outside just now, but they didn't come in because they didn't want to alarm the Qiao family too much.
Not only did her family need candy, but the children also needed it, so she simply bought dozens of kilograms.
Fusheng held the little man in one hand and put the candy in his clothes. He had a happy smile on his face and ran out again.
"Look, look, Sister Jianer gave us so much candy today."
"Wow, that's a lot, at least more than one kilogram." The other children's eyes lit up.
"Let's first put the little guy away at the Shen family's place, and then find a place to divide the candy."
"Yeah, okay."
The sound of swallowing.
Qiao Jianer burned the piece of paper with the names of the Qiao family members written on it. Old Mrs. Qiao walked in and saw the densely written words on the paper. She knew what was written on it and her face turned ugly.
Although she reported it back, she still wanted to tear the Shen family apart.
"Amitabha, Amitabha, may our ancestors bless us, may our ancestors bless us. This thing written by the Shen family is useless. Only things written for the Shen family are useful."
"Grandma, I added a few words to the paper."
"What was added?"
"Let the Shen family suffer bad luck for a hundred years. Once the curse is established, it will take effect immediately. Even if you burn or destroy it, it will not work."
When Old Mrs. Qiao heard this, she laughed happily twice. "Great, great, it really makes me feel relieved. Even if they find out, it will always be in their minds and they might have nightmares for the rest of their lives."
Well, also, whenever I encounter anything bad, I will think about this and will never be at peace.
Old Mrs. Qiao went to bed happily.
Autumn has arrived. In the past two days, some villagers have been harvesting rice in the fields.
Early in the morning, after breakfast, the family took their sickles and carried their threshing baskets to the fields.
The tado is a large object similar to a small warehouse, surrounded by wooden boards on all sides, with the opening facing the sky. The harvested rice is picked up and thrown hard against the walls of the tado to thresh the rice.
This thing is widely used in farmland and is a must-have for almost every household.
In the vast farmlands, the villagers are busy harvesting rice and playing with rice threshing sticks. From time to time, crisp sounds of threshing can be heard, making the scene very lively.
"Aunt Qiao, your millet is so full and dense, I'm afraid the yield per mu is about 200 kilograms."
A villager passing by the Qiao family's field said with a hint of surprise: "I only knew your family was severely affected by the disaster before, but I didn't expect that you could produce such a good harvest even without the disaster."
Another villager chimed in: "Yes, every household in the village produces about 150 kilograms per mu, and 180 kilograms is the highest. Where did you buy the seeds from?"
As for soil and water supply, everyone's farmland is by the river, and these conditions are similar. Only some families are particularly advantaged, such as the Shen family. They carry black soil from somewhere and spread it on the rice fields.
"Where else could they have bought the seeds from? They must be the ones they saved from previous years. Even if they went to the town to buy seeds, they would be the same as what everyone else buys." Old Mrs. Qiao felt very happy.
That’s because we used the most effective pesticide at home. Pests have a huge impact on crops. If we get rid of the pests, the yield will increase rapidly.
If we eliminate pests by the beginning of next year, the yield will be even higher.
Of course she wouldn't tell anyone, especially since she realized the mystery surrounding the sickle, and this kind of thing had to be kept secret.
The villagers even went into the fields to observe their rice closely, marveling at the sight.
"It seems that good fortune has finally come to your Qiao family. Even the heavens are taking special care of your rice."
"Oh, I'm envious."
"By the way, Aunt Qiao, my family's rice harvest has not been very good. The yield per mu is only 120 kilograms. I will wait until next year to plant again. Can I buy this batch of seeds from you?"
"My family wants it too, my family wants it too."
"Okay, I'll keep it for you when the time comes." Old Mrs. Qiao agreed readily.
The villagers were happy and helped the Qiao family for a while. Old Mrs. Qiao kept in mind that when they wanted to plant, she would give them the crops at a lower price.
Looking at these rice ears, the Qiao family felt satisfied. They had been looking forward to such a good harvest for many years.
I just felt like a long-held wish in my heart had been fulfilled, and I finally felt better.
But for Qiao Jianer, a person from modern times, the per-acre yield of such rice is very low, and the ears of rice are not very good.
What is a good harvest? It is when the grains are big, heavy, dense and full, and the whole rice plant is bent. Looking around, large areas of rice appear to be falling over, but because the stems are thick, they do not really fall over.
In the world she came from, the rice yield per mu was higher, reaching 1,000 kilograms per mu, but it required various precision agricultural operations. It was unrealistic to achieve such a high yield per mu here, but she was still confident that with the combination of chemical fertilizers, pesticides and insecticides, she could achieve a yield of 500 to 600 kilograms per mu.
Although the family's main source of income is business, farmers are based on land and will buy more land in the future. This is the farmers' real foundation, the last resort and bottom line.
Therefore, farmland must also be managed well.
The prosperity of farmland is also a sign of prosperity.
Qiao Jianer put down the sickle, sat at the edge of the field, opened the space, and checked the type of rice.