Farmer’s Blessed Girl

It wasn't until they walked out of the grain shop that Yang Heshu looked down at the two of them strangely, "What are you fooling around for?"

Bai Shanbao grinned, but his head shook like a rattle, and said, "It's nothing, I want to go home."

Man Bao also said, "I want to go home too."

Bai Erlang: "I'm in good spirits now, and I don't want to go home."

Man Bao ignored him and said to Bai Shanbao, "I'm going to buy some meat, and then I'll go back."

"I'll go with you, and I'll buy some meat to go back."

Bai Erlang pouted unhappily.

Yang Heshu stopped in his tracks. He had been to a meat market and it didn't smell good at all, so he waved goodbye to the three of them, "Then next time you come to the county town, I'll take you to my house again."

"No problem, Master Yang will have an appointment in the future."

Yang Heshu laughed, "There will be a period later, and also, if you have nothing to do, read some texts less. You are young now, so be careful to change your temperament."

The three children stuck out their tongues in a guilty conscience, turned and ran away.

Dae-gil followed silently.

Only then did Yang Heshu discover the existence of Daji.

He couldn't help squinting his eyes and looked behind him, "I didn't pay attention to this servant of the Bai family along the way. Is he a guard?"

Wan Tian: ... You didn't pay attention to him, so did you notice me?

"Master, I asked, he is Master Bai Shan's servant."

"Daddy, that's the guard."

Wan Tian didn't correct it, and Yang Heshu didn't take it seriously. Who doesn't have a few family guards?

Going a little further, there are still episodes in his family.

Yang Heshu swung back to the county office with his hands behind his back.

Man Bao bought meat for the family, so he chatted with Bai Shanbao, and of course Bai Erlang was also involved.

They feel that it is too bad to sell the wheat they harvest as grain. Their output is so high and the wheat is so good, they should be sold as wheat seeds.

Daji stood on the carriage and listened to the three children in the carriage discussing how to blow their wheat out, oh, no, it was sold... Squinting comfortably, he simply relaxed the reins a little, and let the old man let it go. Ma wandered to Qili Village by himself, but did not drive him away.

The three children agreed that for someone to buy something, someone needs to know that it is a good thing.

So what's so good about their wheat, oh no, it's wheat seed?

Manbao has found many advantages, the first and biggest point is the large output!

Man Baodao: "Our output is twice that of ordinary wheat seeds!"

Bai Shanbao said truthfully, "No double!"

"You're so stupid, it's not twice because the fields they planted are not fertile enough, they don't give enough fertilizer, and the water is not well-watered."

Bai Shanbao pursed his lips and said, "Grandma said that a good boy doesn't lie."

Bai Erlang stood on Manbao's side and said, "This is not a lie, this is bragging! Everyone who sells things has to brag. My father said that this is called Wang Po selling melons and boasting."

Bai Shanbao couldn't help laughing, pointing at Man Bao and calling, "Wang Po!"

Man Bao was so angry that he beat Bai Erlang, "Call me senior sister, call me senior sister!"

Bai Erlang was beaten up and screamed, "I didn't say you were the Queen Mother, I was just a metaphor, a metaphor."

Bai Shanbao laughed so much that his tears were about to come out, and Man Bao started even harder.

Daji outside the car couldn't help laughing.

In the end, Bai Shanbao was persuaded by the two and asked, "And then, what are the advantages?"

Manbao copied the notes on wheat seeds in the mall and said: "It is resistant to flooding and drought, and the plants are tall and strong."

Bai Shanbao was stunned, "Is it waterlogging resistance or drought resistance?"

"Both together!"

"Well, aren't these two opposites, how can they be together?"

Man Bao thought for a while and said, "It can't be considered the opposite. For example, a person can resist floods and droughts, that is, he will not be drowned by water, nor will he die of thirst if he drinks a little less water."

Bai Shanbao tilted his head and thought for a while, but he always felt that what she said was false, but he had no evidence.

At this time, Mr. Zhuang was eating and drinking with the Bai family, and the two were talking about the winter wheat that was just harvested this year.

Mr. Zhuang asked with a smile, "How many catties of wheat can you harvest from the land in Qili Village?"

"The yield is more than in previous years' spring wheat, but I don't know how much rice can be harvested from these fields in autumn," said Master Bai, "After all, the fields are thinner."

"Isn't there a new method of composting in the village? It's better to compost more."

Master Bai can shake his head with a smile, "It's not his own field, the long-term workers always have their own shortcomings, so the fat is not enough."

"Have you ever thought about changing the wheat seed?"

"Change wheat seeds?"

Mr. Zhuang smiled and said, "Master Bai hasn't gone to see the harvests of other people in Qili Village, and haven't seen the fields over Daling?"

Master Bai narrowed his eyes and smiled: "The land has already been given to Erlang and the others, so I can't keep asking, what about the wheat in the village..."

Master Bai thought about it for a while. In fact, he also occasionally walked in the fields. It seemed that the wheat fields in the village were better than those in his fields.

He asked thoughtfully, "Do they use different seeds than mine?"

Although the wheat seeds used by each household are basically left from their own households, the origins are basically the same. Every two or three years, they have to go to the grain shop to buy a new batch of wheat seeds to test whether they can increase the output.

He often cooperates with the county grain shop. It makes no sense that they have entered a new wheat seed. He does not know.

Mr. Zhuang didn't mention it again, just smiled at him.

But Master Bai soon knew.

Because Bai Erlang, the son of a fool, asked him when he was having dinner, "Father, do you want to buy wheat seeds from us?"

Mr. Bai almost immediately thought of what Mr. Zhuang said in the afternoon, he paused and asked, "Where did you get the wheat seeds?"

"We planted it ourselves, and our twenty mu of wheat can be used as seeds."

"So confident?" Master Bai said with a smile: "Whose wheat seeds are not carefully selected? How can there be such a piece of wheat that is harvested and then threshed and sold?"

"Why is it impossible? Last year, the people in the village planted winter wheat, and they didn't choose the wheat from the granary they bought from the granary that Manbao's family exchanged. As a result, you can see that this year, no one's wheat grows better than ours. Okay, but it's a bumper crop."

"how do you know?"

"I know," Bai Erlang said as he should: "Bai Shan and Zhou Man told me."

Master Bai asked calmly, "Then did they tell you how much the wheat seeds sold to me?"

"One hundred and fifty cents a buck."

Master Bai almost put his rice bowl on his head, but Mrs. Bai couldn't help but raised her head, then looked at her husband and then at her son, she couldn't help but said to her son earnestly, "Erlang, although that Zhuangzi has yours One, but you can't help outsiders bully your father."

Bai Erlang was unhappy and said, "I didn't bully my father. This is the price I negotiated with them for a long time. The price for my father is one hundred and fifty cents a dozen, and the price for Grandma Liu is also the same. If an outsider wants to buy it, it will cost 180 yuan."