Spring comes to the desperate place

Chapter 186 Farm Work

Thinking of the delicious roasted whole lamb, he really couldn't eat the bland food in his hand. Based on the principle of not wasting food, Song Chunlin forced himself to finish those two mouthfuls of rice. After eating, he put down the bowl and went to see what the patients were eating.

It turned out that the so-called sick meal was nothing more than a bowl of bean soup with some minced meat added. Song Chunlin frowned as he looked at the bland soup.

"Is this what you call better?"

The military doctor said as a matter of course: "Yes, there is still meat in it, it is more than a little better."

Okay, Song Chunlin thought about the meal he had just eaten, which was indeed not as good as the best, but better than the worst.

But this is for patients to eat after all. What nutritional value can this little bit of meat have? These people have external injuries and have lost a lot of blood. This little bit of meat alone cannot make up for the loss.

Song Chunlin thought that there were still quite a few young chickens in the space. Those things were all raised with feed and did not have the fragrance of native chickens, but they were more than enough to provide nutrition to the wounded. However, he could not explain the source of the chickens directly to him. The last time he sent Panax notoginseng was because the situation was urgent. If he did it again, he was afraid of being questioned. After thinking about it, Song Chunlin could only use a stupid method and give it secretly.

Fortunately, the pharmacy was not far from the kitchen, so Song Chunlin went there when there were fewer people. He put twenty young chickens without their outer packaging in front of a large empty bamboo basket. The young chickens were not big, weighing at most one pound and two ounces each, so there would not be much left after stewing them all.

After putting the chicken down, Song Chunlin thought again and again, and poured some spiritual spring water into the large water tank next to him. He used both medicine and food, and he didn't believe that these people would be slow.

Because Song Chunlin had been giving everyone special treatment these days, those lightly injured soldiers recovered within three days and clamored to work for Song Chunlin.

Song Chunlin smiled as he led the men to the land given to him by the Ministry of Agriculture, gave each of them a farm tool, and asked the soldiers to plow the land.

Several people looked at the vast sandy land, puzzled as to why the young master would think of planting something on the sandy land?

In the eyes of these people, sandy land cannot retain water and very little food can be grown. One of them kindly reminded Song Chunlin that such land was not very good and asked Song Chunlin if he had been cheated.

Song Chunlin shook his head: "I was not deceived. This is the land I specifically asked for from the people of the Ministry of Agriculture. You don't have to worry about other things. Just concentrate on your work."

After hearing what he said, the others stopped talking. Since it was the land that Song Chunlin had personally requested, it must have a use for him, so they stopped talking nonsense and started working without hesitation.

There is strength in numbers. Song Chunlin's land is about two acres and six mu. With seven or eight people and good farm tools, they finished the work in one afternoon.

When Song Chunlin heard them say that they had finished turning the soil, he ran over to see. It was indeed finished, and he clapped his hands happily.

"Okay, okay, well done. Come on, come on, everyone, come and eat. Come on, eat."

Before they came, Song Chunlin said that meals would be provided, so they all sat around quietly, waiting for Song Chunlin to serve the meal, although they didn't seem to see him cook much.

Of course Song Chunlin didn't cook. He built a mud kiln, and after it was heated red, he put in a lot of different kinds of meat that had been wrapped in lotus leaves in advance. At the end, he also threw in a pile of potatoes, sweet potatoes, and freshly picked tender corn.

The corn was taken out as soon as it was cooked, and Song Chunlin gave each person a corn. These corns were produced in the space, and both the taste and size were better than ordinary corns. A corn cob weighed two kilograms and was very heavy.

However, it was the first time for several people to see corn. Looking at the cobs in their hands, they didn't know how to eat it until Song Chunlin signaled them to peel off the outer leaves to reveal the neatly arranged corn kernels inside.

"Oh, this thing, why does it look familiar?" A soldier expressed his doubts, and the others also echoed him.

"I always feel like I've seen this thing somewhere before, but it doesn't seem quite like it..."

"Yeah, I think so too, but it really seems familiar." Several people talked at once, but in the end no one could come to a conclusion.

Song Chunlin looked at their serious discussion and chuckled.

"Brothers, why don't you try it?"

After he said this, everyone realized that this thing was edible. The soldier who asked the question at the beginning lowered his head and sniffed it, then took a big bite. The texture of the tender corn was relatively soft and sticky, and the taste had a sweetness that was unique to corn. The soldier was amazed after taking a bite.

"Delicious, so delicious!"

Seeing him like this, the others also started to eat the corn, and couldn't help but exclaimed: "It's really delicious."

Song Chunlin chuckled: "It tastes good, right? Do you know what this is?"

Everyone shook their heads, and Song Chunlin then took out a raw corn cob from behind, peeled off the leaves on the outside, pointed at the corn inside and told them:

"You should be familiar with this. This thing is called corn."

"Impossible!" a soldier retorted excitedly.

"How can this thing be corn? Shouldn't corn be small, with only one ear on a stalk? This thing does look a bit like corn, but it's definitely not corn."

One person said this, and a group of people also said so. They all said that this was definitely not corn, because the corn they had seen and this in their hands were completely different, and they could not associate them together at all.

Song Chunlin didn't blame them for not recognizing it. In fact, even he didn't recognize it at first. But the fact was that this was indeed corn, modern corn that he obtained through continuous improvement of corn seeds.

"Everyone, be quiet and listen to me."

Everyone finally stopped talking and looked at Song Chunlin quietly, wanting to know how he would argue that this was not corn.

"Don't get so excited, I know it's hard for you to accept this all at once, but this is indeed corn. Look, I have specially preserved corn from several periods, you will know after you read it." After saying that, Song Chunlin climbed into his carriage and took out a basket. The basket was filled with two to ten ears of corn, and the next most common was corn cobs with twenty ears.

In fact, corn with more than ten ears already had the prototype of modern corn, and corn with twenty ears was just a refinement on this basis.

Looking at the corns arranged in front of them, everyone was speechless. Two to five ears of corn were still very close to the corn of this era, but when there were more than ten ears of corn, it was completely out of their understanding of corn.