It's really hard to just farm peacefully.

Chapter 227

The next day, when Jiang Yan walked out of the house in a daze, it was already afternoon.

Last night she moved back from the table to the kang and continued to "make a wish" until the oil lamp burned out before she lay down in bed, but the thoughts in her mind still did not stop.

She didn't know when she fell asleep, but now she felt dizzy and not in good spirits, which would affect her work today.

Jiang Yan made herself two walnut pancakes for lunch. She used the dried walnut powder left over from the oil pressing. They were loose and difficult to shape. Without salt and sugar, they had no taste, but if you tasted them carefully, there seemed to be a hint of walnut flavor.

Jiang Yan then cooked a small pot of vegetable soup, which she quickly finished and went out to fetch water.

The well was not far from Jiang Yan's home. It could be reached in half a minute on foot when the weather was good. But now the road outside the yard was covered with snow. Jiang Yan walked carefully, taking one step deep and one step shallow, for a hundred or sixty minutes before reaching the well.

The return trip was even slower, and Jiang Yan had to be careful not to spill as much water as possible. If the water spilled onto the icy snow, it would be no joke if you slipped.

After the water in the tank was almost full, Jiang Yan put the wooden barrel back to its original place, and then lifted the linen cloth on the wooden tray on the side of the stove.

Two days later, her bean sprouts had grown to the length of two finger joints, and the cabbage seeds had to be looked at carefully to find one or two cracks.

When the temperature is suitable, it takes four or five days for cabbage seeds to germinate, so Jiang Yan is not in a hurry.

She happily added a small amount of water to the linen cloth, then picked out the gray and unsprouting bad beans and poured them along with other kitchen waste into a mud pit with a wooden cover in a corner of the yard.

This is the new compost pit that Jiang Yan dug after returning, and it is filled with all kinds of rotten fruits and leaves that are inedible.

In the past, the villagers would collect these things and compost them together, and then send some back when they were needed, as a way of taking care of her as it was not easy for her to farm alone at such a young age.

But Jiang Yan never asked for it. She couldn't accept applying fertilizer made from manure directly to the vegetable garden in the yard.

Even if the yield is reduced by half, they refuse to use it. Just thinking about the vegetables you eat having come into close contact with manure, and then being contaminated with parasite eggs, and then...

Jiang Yan's hair stood on end.

Jiang Yan knew that she was being hypocritical because the crops in the fields would definitely be fertilized with manure, and the vegetables sold outside would also use manure to some extent. She had no way to avoid it, so she could only ask him not to appear in front of her.

But it is impossible to cultivate the land and grow crops without fertilizer. Jiang Yan came up with the idea of ​​making his own manure-free fertilizer. The inspiration came from the poem: Fallen petals are not heartless, they turn into spring mud to protect the flowers.

Wait until the weather gets warmer, then throw in some earthworms and poisonous mushrooms to speed up the decomposition, and the effect should not be too bad.

Jiang Yan pushed the opened wooden board back into place. Although the temperature outside was below zero, the things in the pit were already slowly rotting and decomposing, emitting an unpleasant smell.

What smelled even worse was the other wooden barrel that Jiang Yan was stirring.

It had been a month since she had thrown the skinned rabbit into wood ash water to "salt-refine" it. During this time, she had been so busy with various things that she had not thought of dealing with it.

Has it been soaking long enough? Jiang Yan covered his mouth and nose with his sleeves, holding two long sticks, eager to pick out the piece of rabbit skin from under the gray water.

Jiang Yan fished for a long time, his fingers were frozen and numb, but he still didn't find anything, except for a bunch of short hair floating on the water surface.

I knew it was her rabbit fur without having to identify it, but I had the impression that well-tanned leather wouldn't shed...

It failed completely.

Jiang Yan still found a way to get everything out of the bucket.

Apart from the individual, dull rabbit hairs, all that was left of the rabbit skin was some rotten residue.

If you touch it lightly with a branch, the rotten residue will melt.