Chapter 12 - 12 Signs of the Insect Plague_1
Chapter 12 Signs of the Insect Plague_1
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With just Fenggu Farm alone offering so many fertile fields, there were a couple of hundred tenant farmers too?
Wang Shouzhe looked across the patchwork of fields, crisscrossed with large and small irrigation ditches, and felt somewhat moved internally. This was indeed the family business that had been handed down for hundreds of years.
“Our Fenggu Farm adheres to traditional winter wheat and summer fallow crop rotations. Now is exactly when the winter wheat is about to mature, and it’s a busy season for cultivating summer fallow seedlings,” said Wang Shounuo, with a slight joy on his face. “This spring, ample rainfall did not flood the field, while the abundant sunshine did not scorch the plants, which is very beneficial to the growth of winter wheat. It seems that it will be a bumper harvest season.”
At this, Wang Shouzhe was somewhat pleased. The difference between a good harvest and a poor one of grains was significant. More grain harvest meant the family had more funds for development.
“That’s not right,” Wang Luo Jing, who was like a little tail-following insect, began to pout. “Third brother, you’re wrong. I’m afraid it will be a poor harvest for this year’s winter wheat.”
What?
Wang Shounuo’s smile became a bit rigid instantly, and he sternly said, “Luo Jing, you little girl can’t talk nonsense. Even Grandpa and some of the old experienced tenant farmers say that there is an eighty to ninety percent chance of a bumper harvest this year. You’re so young, what do you understand? If Grandpa hears you predicting a poor harvest, I’m afraid he will scold you again.”
Frightened by his words, Wang Luo Jing instantly hid behind Wang Shouzhe.
“Third brother, our fifth sister is still young, children are innocent. Why are you fussing over her?” Wang Shouzhe comforted her by rubbing her head a couple of times with a smile.