Chapter 503: Inventing Organic Fertilizer in Antiquity

Jiguang didn't understand the work in this farmland, so they had to ask Nan Qinghuan, who set the wheat seedlings in her hand down and looked at the people with a complicated expression.

"Everyone, don't worry; I think I've already found the cause."

When they heard the cause had been found, the women looked very pleased, hurried over to Nan Qinghuan, and said, "Qinghuan, what do you think is going on?"

The one speaking was A Tu's mother; she has now taken a foreign man as a husband, making a family, and A Tu has been sent to school, living happily now.

"A Tu's mother, don't worry; these were bitten at the roots by insects, so they couldn't grow properly."

"Insects, huh? What should we do about that?"

"Yes, Qinghuan, what should we do?"

The wheat seedlings everyone has worked hard to plant can't just die like this!

"Let me think of a way to find a pest‑removing medicine, and also, these seedlings need fertilizing, otherwise they won't grow well."

"Fertilizing?"

Everyone knows what fertilizing means; it means pouring manure onto the seedlings, right? They get it? "Alright, I'll go back and bring all the dung we have and fertilize all the seedlings."

"That won't work; although dung is good, the seedlings can't handle it all at once; they'd become weak from over‑supplementation."

"Nan Qinghuan, no way, can these seedlings also become weak from over‑supplementation?"

"Yes, they can, so this method won't work. Let me think—first I'll prepare pesticide, then some fertilizer; as long as we use fertilizer, they'll grow well."

The claim that fertilizer will make them grow well made everyone very hopeful.

A Tu's mother was even more eager, quickly reaching out and grabbing her arm, "Qinghuan, you must hurry; my A Tu is waiting for these seedlings to mature so we can make flour and eat buns."

Nan Qinghuan was about to speak when a voice from behind—A Mu's—called, "Qinghuan, why aren't the children nursing? Go check on them."

"What?"

Here, Nan Qinghuan's child wasn't nursing, so she couldn't stay in the field any longer; after she hurried back, Jiguang and Yao stood there watching her swift departure.

Jiguang couldn't help but laugh, "Now she's become a wet nurse; Yao, your woman is also close to it, right?"

Yao knew Jiguang's midwifery was good; he smiled and nodded, "Yes, it's also near, and we'll still need your help then."

"Don't worry, it's on me."

"Jiguang."

Not far away, Rongdi held a large bunch of wildflowers and came toward them; seeing that Rongdi also knew how to give flowers, Yao couldn't help teasing them, "I didn't expect Rongdi to become like Ying now; you women all like these things."

"Of course, your woman also likes them, Yao. ChaoJi is nice; you should treat her well."

Thinking of ChaoJi, Yao's gaze softened; he once thought he would never form a family with a woman, but now he realizes having a home is such happiness.

He smiled brightly, "I will definitely treat her well. That's all, I have other matters, so I'll leave now and won't disturb you."

"Brother."

Rongdi saw Yao also greeting, and the two were very courteous; after Yao left, Rongdi handed the large bunch of wildflowers in his hand to Jiguang.

"Jiguang, for you."

Jiguang, who looked a bit startled by the favor, reached out, looked at the multicolored wildflowers with delight, and asked, "Why did you think of giving me flowers?"

Rongdi saw her so happy and concluded that Ying was right: women do like flowers.

"As long as you like them, what are you doing here?"

"We're here to see the seedlings, Rongdi. When will Ying give us a piece of farmland to farm? You see they all have it; later we'll have to raise children, and your wages aren't enough, etc."

"Wages?"

Rongdi looked confused, and Jiguang quickly explained, "It means the money you get as a general isn't much; think of our future expenses—they're huge. Without farmland, how can we manage?"

Rongdi squinted slightly, finally understanding her meaning, then threw his head back and laughed, "Haha, you needn't worry; we have plenty of farmland."

"We have? Where?"

Rongdi slipped his arm around her waist affectionately and said, "The entire Na Shan Tribe is being developed; Ying and I have already discussed it. That area is my land, and I can rent it to those without land, letting them farm, collect rent and tribute grain. Do you think I can't support you?"

Rongdi has now become a small businessman; his territory is so large that Ying won't take it from him, so after the land is developed, it will be very profitable.

Jiguang's worries turned out to be nothing at all.

These words shocked Jiguang; she stared at Rongdi with wide eyes, "What, the entire Na Shan Tribe's land is ours?"

At that moment Jiguang felt like a blind cat meeting a dead mouse; she had married a landowner!

Here, Rongdi was discussing future plans with Jiguang; there, after Nan Qinghuan hurried back, she had expected the child to still be crying, but when she entered the room, she saw this scene.

Ying was holding a tiny child, pacing back and forth; on the bed, one child was already asleep, while another, cradled by Ying, was being gently soothed.

Although she couldn't understand what he was singing, she knew it was an ancient lullaby to lull the child to sleep.

A Mu, standing behind, was also stunned by the scene.

Her son could soothe the child to sleep, even surpassing them.

At that moment she realized how much her son adored the children.

"Ying…"

Nan Qinghuan watched the scene with some emotion; during her postpartum confinement, Ying had been caring for the children while she slept, never giving her any worry.

Ying saw her arrive and shook his head toward her; Nan Qinghuan carefully stepped inside, making sure not to make a sound.

When she saw the little son asleep on the bed and the daughter in his arms also sleeping, Nan Qinghuan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's fine, A Mu, the child is asleep."

A Mu also stepped in cautiously, looking at the sleeping child, and said, "Ying, you're truly impressive; how can you still soothe a child?"

Ying loves children, so he naturally is willing to spend patience to raise them.

"Alright, A Mu, the children are all asleep; let's carry them out."

Outside, the elders also came to take the children; after the children were carried away, Ying finally grabbed Nan Qinghuan's hand, gazed at her deeply, and asked, "Qinghuan, where have you gone?"