The next day, the twenty-fourth day of the first lunar month.

When the cat woke up, he was startled.

I only slept warmly last night, and when I opened my eyes, I realized that I was actually in Chen Chu's arms. She even kicked the tiger's head that she dared not leave her hand to the end of the bed...

"..."

Mao'er carefully and quickly took away Chen Chu's arm on his shoulder, quietly stood up and moved the tiger's head back.

She couldn't blame Chen Chu. It was just a quilt, so she couldn't let him sleep on it, right?

After getting up, Mao'er hid aside and changed out of his socks while Chen Chu was still awake. Then he picked up the socks that Hutou had changed out last night and was going to wash them by the stream.

When I was leaving the shack, I saw a pair of socks standing straight up on the ground. I thought they belonged to Chen Chu...

The cat thought for a while, then pinched it with two fingers and walked out.

In the time it took to burn the incense, the cat turned around and dried the socks of the three people on the branches outside the shack, and then walked into the shack.

"The old man collected the gold and steel and asked the Jade Emperor to return to the Lingxiao Palace with Guanyin, the Queen Mother, and all the immortals..."

In a corner of the shack, Chen Chu, who had woken up, was holding the tiger's head and telling the story of Sun Dasheng.

Yesterday, Hu Tou, who refused to leave his sister's side for a moment, now snuggled into his arms obediently, with his big eyes twinkling and neither crying nor fussing.

The morning sun slanted into the extremely simple shack, and some dust danced in the light.

Mao'er suddenly felt that this escape route might not be as scary as she thought...

......

In the next two days, Chen Chu took Yang Zhen and the eldest son built two shacks.

Then he spent a few days quietly moving the seedlings in the cargo compartment into the shack like ants moving.

Other seeds are easier to say and have a shelf life of two to three years.

But now that there are no means of temperature control, sweet potatoes and seed potatoes will germinate when the weather warms up. Even if the roots of annual apple seedlings are wrapped in nutritious soil, the survival rate will be greatly reduced if they are not planted within half a month.

Therefore, it is necessary to arrange these things before spring begins.

At the end of the first month, after several consecutive sunny days, the temperature increased significantly.

On the second day of February, the dragon raises its head.

According to the Gregorian calendar, it is already mid-March.

Early in the morning, Chen Chu carried a hoe to the slope behind the village, bent down and grabbed a handful of soil to check the moisture content.

This wasteland is dominated by sandy soil and contains a small amount of loam. This soil is aerated, has good water attraction, and is easy to cultivate.

However, the nutrient content is low, the ability to retain water and fertilizer is poor, the soil temperature changes rapidly...and it is mixed with small stones.

If you want to improve the soil, you need to mature a large amount of human and animal manure into farmyard manure. If it smells bad, use pond mud or river mud instead, and apply five to ten tons per acre every year.

With Chen Chu's current human resources, he is definitely not qualified.

In the afternoon, Yang Zhen and his eldest son, who had returned from hunting, took the initiative to come to help with hoes.

The eldest son's surname is Yao. As his name suggests, he is half a head taller than Chen Chu. He is over 1.9 meters tall and can eat a lot.

I don’t know how a refugee with limited supplies could raise such a big man like him.

"Hey, here we come." Chen Chu greeted from a distance with a smile.

Yao's eldest son didn't waste any time. He walked over and turned up the ground with a hoe.

However, Yang Zhen muttered reluctantly: "As agreed, I will help you plow this land, and you can continue to tell us about Sun Dasheng later."

"It's easy to talk about." Chen Chu chuckled.

Chen Chu completely underestimated the villagers' interest in "Journey to the West", so much so that his two small shacks have become the CBD of the Fugitive Village these days.

But when I had free time, people gathered in front of the shack.

Not only Yang Zhen, the eldest son and other young people and children, but even elders such as Yang Youtian are also there.

In fact, it’s normal to think about it. What kind of entertainment can a relatively isolated refugee village have on weekdays?

Those who are married are okay, they can still exert their strength on the mother-in-law’s belly at night, which is barely considered an entertainment project.

But Yang Zhen, the eldest son and other half-grown men, plowed the fields during the busy farming season and hunted during the slack farming season. When they had free time, they could only scold the Jin people and stare in a daze.

Suddenly I heard such an interesting story about Sun Dasheng, how could I not think about it wildly?

But Chen Chu suddenly stopped talking recently...

Only then did Yang Zhen and the two of them ask Chen Chu to talk two more times on the condition of "helping to reclaim wasteland".

In fact, Chen Chu really didn't mean to interest everyone. The main reason was that he couldn't remember the rest of the story...

With three strong laborers working together, the reclamation speed was much faster.

As evening approached, Chen Chu planted twenty apple seedlings one by one and went to carry water to water them thoroughly.

"Brother Chu, what kind of tree are you planting?" Yang Zhen surrounded the fruit seedlings that were half a man tall and looked at them again and again.

"What kind of tree does it look like to you?" Chen Chu asked.

"Ringo?" Yang Zhen picked off a leaf and looked at it carefully, unsure.

"Well, you have a very vicious eye. This is Ringo." Chen Chu nodded.

Yang Zhen threw away the leaves in disgust and said: "We have been working with you for a long time, and we thought you were going to plant some fairy fruit, but you planted Ringo instead! It is the cheapest among the fruits and cannot be sold at a high price!"

"Haha, my Ringo is different from others." Chen Chuxiao was mysterious.

Ringo, also known as Nai, Huahong and Shaguo. As early as the Han Dynasty, it had been introduced into China from the Western Regions.

Although Ringo and modern apples both belong to the Rosaceae family and the genus Malus, their tastes are very different.

Until the Wanli year of the Ming Dynasty, Wang Xiangjin's description of it in his great botanical work "Qunfangpu" still described it as "flavoring pine and sweet. If it is not cooked, it is like cotton wool, but if it is overripe, it will be gritty and inedible."

The evaluation is quite low.

When Chen Chu was studying, almost no one was growing this kind of fruit. The reason was that the taste was too bad and there was no market.

The modern history of apple cultivation in China did not begin until the mid-to-late 19th century, when a German missionary brought seeds to Yantai, Shandong...

Compared with Ringo, which has less water content, lower sweetness, and a sandy pulp texture, modern apples are definitely at the crushing level for being crisp, sweet, and juicy.

The only regret is that the annual fruit seedlings he planted still have to wait two years to bear fruit...

At dusk, the three of them returned together.

Chen Chu saw from a distance that the front of his shack was as busy as a market.

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The eldest girl and the daughter-in-law brought their families with them. Some were carrying low stools and some were holding futons. They had already occupied their seats.

"Eldest son, you are such a bastard! I blame you for going around saying that Brother Chu is going to talk about "Journey to the West" tonight. Look, all the good seats have been taken up now!"

Yao's eldest son turned a deaf ear to Yang Zhen's complaints, threw off his long legs and ran home. After a while, he walked over quickly carrying a big bowl.

You have to listen and eat at the same time.

Seeing this, Yang Zhen followed suit and went home with a bowl of green soup rice and ran back and squeezed into the crowd.

"Yang Dalang, you are a provocateur, you have squeezed my mother-in-law!"

"Brother Zhen, this is my position! First come, first served, how can you take it!"

The villagers were shouting curses, but Yang Zhen said confidently: "It's so noisy. If I don't push through, how can brother Chu come in? If he doesn't come, you guys are just kidding!"

Everyone stopped the commotion when they saw Chen Chu behind Yang Zhen.

Shao Qing, men, women, old and young sat down again, looking at him eagerly...

Chen Chu couldn't help but feel a headache when he saw everyone's eager eyes.

I can’t remember the rest of the plot. What are you talking about?

So he asked casually: "Where did you talk last time?"

"Brother Chu, what you talked about last time was "Bajie fights Calabash Baby, Fahai plots to capture Wang Xifeng"." Yao's eldest son reminded him in a loud voice.

This guy looks stupid, but he remembers it very clearly.

"Oh."

Chen Chu pretended to be profound and touched his bare chin. After pondering for a moment, he said: "This time it is about "Tang Monk killed Yan Poxi in anger after having an affair, and Wukong broke the precepts and trapped Sanniang."

"Okay!"

Chen Chu only reported the chapter name, and his eldest son's father, Yao Sanbian, was the first to shout Hello...

‘In this section, just hearing the name will tell you how exciting it is!’

At this time, he saw Yang Youtian standing up with his hands behind his back, with a sanctimonious look on his face: "Ahem, that's even worse. The unmarried sons and daughters should go back to the house. Brother Chu, this story is for adults to listen to. You guys

I heard it and it was inappropriate..."

"Xu~"
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