It's really hard to just farm peacefully.

Chapter 345

I really set my eyes on those seeds.

After Jiang Yan was informed of this decision, he became dejected and depressed, and didn't even want to take care of the cotton field.

Even though the housekeeper of the Fu Mansion later added that the cotton picked this year would belong to her and that she would be given some money to buy seeds, Jiang Yan still felt depressed when she thought about it.

Did she need the money for the cotton seeds? She was actually short of seeds. If the cotton seeds were taken away, she wouldn't be able to plant the next year, and she wouldn't have the chance to plant the next year either...

When asked in which year they could return half a bag of seeds to their village if they did not collect the money for the seeds, the reply was that they would wait until they had enough.

When there is enough... isn't that just a long way off? Jiang Yan rolled his eyes imperceptibly.

In mid-September, the sorghum that had been hanging in Jiangyan's fields for a long time was finally ready to be harvested.

After the threshed, sun-dried sorghum rice was measured with buckets and bagged, the onlookers from Dongshan Village couldn't help but shake their heads and say, "The yield isn't that good."

Fortunately, the sorghum rice tastes good when cooked into porridge after being peeled. If cooked long enough, it becomes soft and sticky, which makes everyone want to plant it again.

About a month later, the cotton in the field was finally ready to be picked.

On top of the dry and brittle yellow plants, white cotton flowers bloom towards the sky.

Jiang Yan carefully avoided the prickly cotton leaves, pinched the cotton with five fingers, and pulled gently. The cotton wool fell off and then he put it into the cloth bag around his waist.

Picking cotton is also a new job. The curious people of Dongshan Village came to help. You picked one flower and I picked one flower. In a short while, the branches were completely empty.

Jiang Yan counted the number of balls he pocketed at only twenty-two.

When all the cotton was put together and weighed, it actually weighed about six pounds, which was completely beyond everyone's expectations.

It is often said that a quilt weighs ten kilograms. Although it is only a little more than half now, Jiang Yan becomes happy again when she thinks about how big the quilt is and how big the cotton coat is.

She was no longer afraid of the broken leaves pricking her hands. She reached into the cotton pile and grabbed it hard. The corners of her mouth that were raised to the sky fell down silently again.

The hard little balls that her fingertips touched reminded her that there were still cotton seeds, and she had not yet removed the weight of the cotton seeds.

Jiang Yan chose an afternoon with just the right light, sat in the yard with his back to the sun, tearing cotton, picking cotton seeds, and picking broken leaves.

After cleaning everything up, I weighed it...it had shrunk dramatically, weighing only less than two kilograms.

What can you do with two kilograms?

Jiang Yan was whipping the cotton wool with a soft and tough stick that had been stripped of branches and leaves. She only remembered that she needed to use something like an elastic rope or a bow string to make the cotton fluffy.

But her simple imitation now obviously cannot achieve a similar effect.

Could it be that the cotton wool wasn't dried enough to float? Jiang Yan put his palm to it to feel it carefully.

It seems damp but not damp at the same time...then let it dry in the sun for a few more days.

Jiang Yan returned to the house and put away the soft and tough branches, then turned his attention to the cotton seeds drying in the sun.

When she tore open the cotton wool to take out the cotton seeds, she noticed that a cotton ball probably contained three to five cotton seeds, and she tore at least six hundred cotton balls.

Two thousand pills to start...

Hiss~My heart is already stirring.

Should we intercept a hundred or eighty pills?

Jiang Yan folded the broken leaves he had picked up into tiny pieces but still couldn't make a decision.

Then accept God's guidance and intercept it face up!

Jiang Yan took out a copper coin and threw it up with force.

Look again after it lands... The chance of only throwing it once is too high, so you need to win three out of five games.

After tossing the coin five times, Jiang Yan picked up the coin expressionlessly, wiped it clean, and put it into his sleeve pocket.

There's no need to bother God with something like this that relies heavily on throwing skills.