The next morning, the immigrants in Shanghe Village began returning to their old daily routines. As soon as the sun peeked over the horizon, men and women, adults and children alike, led their donkeys, carried their farm tools, and brought large bundles of fine bamboo poles to work in their fields. Guan Tao, Jing Chun, and Tian Qiao also followed close behind with a large group of villagers. They were all there to learn.
Jing Chun was familiar with the local situation. He led the villagers and the newly arrived immigrants to dig silt from the river to use as fertilizer. Although the village had already dug compost pits, they currently had no manure fertilizer because there was not enough excrement. For the time being, they could only use pond mud to tide them over.
Some people followed Jing Chun to dig up fertilizer, while the rest used their own donkeys or rented draft oxen to plow their fields.
The women dug furrows and raised ridges in the plowed soil, then followed along the ridges, using bamboo poles to build A-shaped trellises.
The villagers around Guan Tao chattered among themselves, unable to understand what these newly arrived people from the Han Tribe were trying to do.
"Weren't we supposed to be planting vegetables today? Why do we need to build trellises in the vegetable fields too? Could they be for shading the vegetables? But the orientation of these trellises doesn't look right for blocking the sun."
After hearing their discussion, Guan Tao turned to Jing Chun and asked, "Brother Jing, what are they doing? Why are they putting up these bamboo trellises in the vegetable fields? And the bamboo they're using isn't even as thick as a finger. They've also spaced the trellises so far apart. What use could such