After being replaced, she changed from a miserable daughter-in-law to a lucky wife

Chapter 238 Too bad

Xia Wanniang looked at the fertilizer in the small buckets of the children and saw that there was still a lot of fertilizer in the big bucket beside the field.

Although Liu Bao and Huang were tenants of the Xiao family's land, they had no cows or plows, so they decided to help the Xiao family.

After the Xiao family’s land has been plowed, they will borrow oxen and plows to plow the rented land.

Xia Wanniang also generously provided rice seeds and fertilizers to the two families.

Liu Bao was spreading fertilizer with the children. Seeing that she was busy, they asked her to do it, and they took the initiative to take over her work.

Xia Wanniang and Aunt Xiao said something and then took the representatives sent by each family back to their homes.

She took out a lot of curved plows and sacks of fertilizer from the backyard: "Everything is here, you can take a look."

Liu Changqing squatted in front of the curved plow and looked at it carefully. He found that the front of the curved plow was made of iron. No wonder it could turn over the soil so easily and push the soil to both sides.

This saves time and effort, and the fertilizer can also be buried under the turned soil.

The villagers looked at the fertilizer in the sacks. It's not that they don't have farm manure, but it's limited after all. It's the first time they have seen bags of fertilizer like this.

Xia Wanniang brought out stools for them to sit on: "I won't beat around the bush. Everyone's time is precious, especially during the spring ploughing season."

Liu Changqing nodded: "Just tell me the price!"

Xia Wanniang knew it when she bought the cow that the prices of farm tools here were relatively high. A set of plow, rake, sickle, etc. cost nearly ten taels.

But she didn't plan to sell the curved plow at such a high price this time: "The curved plow costs one tael of silver, and the price of fertilizer is five coins per catty. This bag is twenty catties, which means one hundred coins per bag."

Liu Changqing and the others thought they had misheard: "How much did you say?"

Xia Wanniang repeated the price again.

The villagers seemed to be suddenly hit on the head by a pleasant surprise. Fearing that she would regret it later, they immediately took out money to buy the curved plow and necessary fertilizers.

They estimated the amount of fertilizer they needed to buy for their rice fields and land, but every family chose to buy a curved plow without hesitation.

You would be a fool not to buy these farm tools which are so convenient, easy to use and cheap.

Xia Wanniang looked at the people who were happily carrying farm tools and fertilizers, then looked down at the nearly one hundred taels of silver that suddenly appeared in her hand.

She regretted giving Xu Li so many curved plows. If she had sold them herself, she would have made a fortune of ten thousand yuan.

When I returned to the fields, I saw that every household had started to fertilize the land, and everyone had a smile on their face.

Aunt Xiao was replaced by Mao to rest. She sat aside and drank water: "Did every family buy this?"

Xia Wanniang sat next to her: "Every family bought it, and I made a lot of money. I was thinking that if the yield of this planting goes up, I can open a store to sell fertilizer."

Aunt Xiao blinked her eyes and said, "I think it's possible."

Xia Wanniang was amused by her. The village chief was alone, and usually anyone with sufficient manpower would go to lend a hand to him: "Mom, I'll go help the village chief."

Aunt Xiao looked at Liu Changqing, who was harnessing a curved plow to an ox, and nodded: "Go ahead."

Xia Wanniang walked up to Liu Changqing and said, "Village Chief, I'll help you."

Liu Changqing looked at her in surprise, then he saw that there were many people working on their fields and said nothing: "Should I spread the fertilizer first?"

Xia Wanniang nodded: "We need to spread the fertilizer first."

Liu Changqing took out the fertilizer he had purchased, untied the hemp rope on the bag, and poured it into two buckets with a ladle inside.

Xia Wanniang reached out and picked up one of the rice seeds. As she scattered the rice seeds, she asked, "Village Chief, how much can we harvest from one acre of rice field?"

Liu Changqing didn't think much about it, and just thought she was just making small talk: "In previous years, the best harvest was about 200 kilograms per mu."

Xia Wanniang's hands trembled as she spread the fertilizer: Damn it. The rice seeds she took out were all high-yield, and the yield per mu would probably not be less than 600 kilograms, and that was in the case of poor care.

She now looked down at the fertilizer in her hand and suddenly felt that she had made a wrong decision. This fertilizer should not be used in her rice fields.