I run a farm, not a zoo

Professor Li in the laboratory saw that his two colleagues and good friends were finally willing to return.

Involuntarily revealed a look of joy.

"You two finally gnawed back, throw the students to me alone, I'm really not afraid that I will teach them badly."

Professor Li stepped forward and gave a warm hug.

"We don't know you yet?" Professor Xue smiled, and while thinking about the hard work, he said: "I may not be at ease with anyone, and it is 10,000 rest assured to hand it over to you." "

"By the way, when I come back this time, I will also draw the newly researched seeds from other laboratories, let's see how the traits are, and whether there is any research value." Professor Lu exchanged pleasantries while pulling out several well-packed small boxes from the box.

The expression is precious, and the attention is extraordinarily careful.

"What's going on outside?" After a pause, Professor Xue asked.

"Oh," Professor Li glanced outside and said with a smile, "If you two don't have a mouthful, you will come back today." "

"Xiaojiang on the mountain, dug up the artificial "240" lake, and today set up a table in the village. We'll eat it in a while. "

After speaking, he stretched out his head and glanced outside, and in the oil pot, one after another large carp that was fried to golden brown and cocked up, neatly scooped up, and put it on a plate and laid it out.

"Beautiful." Professor Li exclaimed.

Professor Lu felt that the name Jiang Tu was a little familiar, thought for a while, and asked a little uncertainly: "Is that the cook you said, the cook you are looking for in the village?" "

For the chef in front, they are going to be more disgusted and disgusted.

Professor Li can recruit the right people in the village without much effort and without fighting with others, and they are 110,000 willing.

Most of the people in the village are real, and there are not so many interests involved, good is good, bad is bad.

They don't like these messy chores very much, and they prefer to communicate with such people.

"Yes, yes, yes." Professor Li nodded, "Xiaojiang's craft, let me tell you." I don't know anything else, in terms of big pot rice, the city's time-honored restaurants are not comparable. "

Professor Xue wanted to retort that the chefs of other restaurants did not make large pots of rice, and in the end they did not say anything.

Anyway, if you can let Lao Li boast, that craft should be quite good.

After decades of working together, who still doesn't know who.

The scent outside the window is getting stronger.

The time for lunch is also getting closer.

Some of the students who worked Mali had already returned from the field, and as soon as they cleaned up, they couldn't wait to squat in a row by the wall, seriously watching Brother Jiang cook.

It is like a large radish grown by manually pulling threads, neatly and neatly. According to them, that is, every time I see Brother Jiang cooking, it is not an ordinary enjoyment.

It seems ordinary, but it actually contains its own mystery.

Jiang Tu just wanted to say about this: Why didn't he know it himself?

At this moment, the village chief Song Jun knocked on the door of Professor Li's laboratory.

"Please come in." Professor Li, who was chatting with his old friend, was stunned and said directly.

At this time, who can come to him? He was full of doubts.

"Professor Li, it's me, Song Jun." Song Jun pushed open the door and walked in, and when he saw Professor Xue and Professor Lu, he was also stunned, and quickly said hello.

The two are back, is it possible for his proposal to proceed.

Song Jun stood straight, and almost raised his hand to ask questions as he had faced the professor at school.

He said, "Professor, that's right. The weather is good these days, and the villagers want to ask if they can start spring plowing a few days in advance. "

Today, the weather is a little cooler, and the sun is not very full, but two days ago, the temperature in their area of the day was close to 20 degrees.

Working in the fields at noon, you can sweat if you don't pay attention.

Everyone wants to ask, can you start early, a few days earlier, everyone staggered the time, agricultural machinery or anything can be rented.

Besides, some people in the village also said that it seems that who is in other villages has already planted it and looks good.

In their village, since the professor from his alma mater came, he basically listened to the opinions of experts every year when he farmed, and it was always good to avoid detours.

Farming doesn't make much money in the first place, and if you can lose less, you will lose less.

Professor Xue and Professor Lu have just returned, and they have not personally experienced the temperature and climate here in the past few days, so they can't give an answer for the time being.

Professor Li rummaged through the information and said, "Don't be in a hurry. There will be a cold air tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, the specific situation is unknown, but I don't think it's good. Let everyone wait first. "

"It's been so long, it's not urgent for two days. When the seeds are in the field, it is difficult to replant them in the event of an accident. "

Song Jun nodded, this is the reason.

"Moreover, even if there is no accident, we can take advantage of the spring rain to farm again, and it will be twice as effective with half the effort." Professor Li continued.

"Yes, yes, yes." Song Jun nodded.

With Professor Li's words, he knew how to go back to the villagers.

Today, it is estimated that when the village is most complete, he is ready to tell everyone about this before he finishes serving.

He and the village cadres also went door-to-door to inform who happened to be away from home.

By the time the old professor and the village chief went downstairs, the courtyard in front of the service station was almost full.

It was expected that there would be less than eight tables, and Jiang Tu prepared nine tables, even if there were left, he believed that the group of students would not mind eating again. (Read violent novels, just go to Feilu Fiction Network!) ）

Who knows, fortunately the ninth table is prepared.

Otherwise, the old professor and the village chief would probably have nowhere to sit.

The students and fellow villagers sat on the edge of the table in torment, all looking at Jiang Tu.

If you don't look at it, you can't do it, there are still two dishes that have not been served, do not give chopsticks, send bowls........

They prided themselves on being civilized people, and they were not easy to grasp, so they could only keep their saliva from coming out to attract jokes, while desperately urging with their eyes.

Two less dishes is not impossible, really.

Give them the chopsticks.

Wait a while, the saliva really can't stop.

You look at the big oily elbow on the table, you look at the big carp with the head and tail raised high, covered in gold and red, and the sour and fragrant pot wrapped meat, is it really a human officer to see whether to eat or not?

Song Jun took advantage of this moment to clear his throat and wanted to attract everyone's attention.

No one paid attention to him.

"Ahem." Increase the volume.

Still no one paid attention to him.

"Ahem." His throat hurt, but no one paid attention to him.

Song Jun simply had no choice, he almost wanted to go back to the office to get the horn.

In the end, he was really afraid that he would open the meal with his front foot and his back foot, so he could only use the loudest volume and shout: "I'm talking about spring plowing!" "

"The professors said, wait two days, cold wave, and then talk about it! Got it all right! "

In just a few words, he shouted tiredly, and his throat was a little smoked.

"Got it, got it." How could the people of the village have time to take care of him, only a few whose consciences were not yet confused by the food, stretched out their hands perfunctorily, indicating that they had heard.

Give Song Jun anger.

Ang, now is not the time for them to rush to his office one by one and ask, can spring plowing begin, and when is the time to start?

Wow!

This dish is really fragrant.

When the final course was served with the tableware, the scene simply erupted into cheers.

Then there was silence.

People at the same table, looking at their neighbors and friends, have killing 3.9 anger in their eyes.

There is no father and son in the mall, no friends at the dinner table, everyone is reserved, let me eat first.

Tired all morning, Jiang Tu, who had no appetite at all, sat on the side and nibbled on tomatoes.

The system must be a boutique.

The sweet and sour tomatoes, accompanied by the rich juice burst in the mouth, with a strong tomato taste, immediately disperse the taste of oil smoke from the appetite.

The appetite also recovered a little.

He sighed comfortably, this taste of tomatoes, he didn't know how many years he hadn't eaten.

Now the tomatoes on the market, with half of its taste, have to be sold for dozens of pounds.

After three bites and two mouthfuls were solved, his appetite also opened, and he looked at a large table full of dishes, and felt that he had worked hard for so long, why didn't he taste it, and also joined the people's meal.

At their table, there are few people and many dishes, and Jiang Tu is still facing the entire table.

I didn't see the battlefield behind me at all.

Song Jun just glanced up, and the chopsticks in his hand were almost scared off.

Ask for flowers, please collect, thank you!.