The happy life of a prodigal

The shopkeeper of the Fireworks Workshop was a little disappointed when he heard this, but he still nodded and said, "The Beijing Normal University Theater still needs Guanshi Liu to guard it. Let me report this matter to the young master."

After he finished speaking, he looked at the buddy behind him, and ordered: "I'm going back to Fangfu. During this time, you take good care of the shop and don't have any accidents, understand?"

"Know!"

The shopkeeper of the Fireworks Workshop nodded when he heard this, looked at Guanshi Liu in front of him, cupped his hands, and said, "Guanshi Liu, farewell!"

............

Fangfu, somewhere in the courtyard.

At this moment, weeds are overgrown.

This yard was originally reserved for the second young master in the mansion.

It's a pity that Fang Xiu, that cheap father, has worked hard for many years, but there is no result, so he finally gave up.

The yard also fell into disrepair.

Only during the holidays, the little maids and servants in the mansion would come to clean it up, and they were in a state where no one asked them on weekdays.

However, in Qian Zheng's eyes.

Even such a deserted courtyard is still shining with dazzling light.

Standing in the middle of the weeds, he sighed for a long time before suppressing the excitement in his heart.

He never thought that one day he would have his own yard. Although...it was deserted, it was beyond his imagination.

Of course, while excited, he was very clear in his heart.

The young master let him live in this yard just to take better care of the ten-thousand-year ginseng...now it should be called sweet potato.

If I didn't take good care of the sweet potatoes, I might be able to stay in Fangfu, but this yard is impossible.

Thinking of this, he couldn't wait to start working.

The first step is to get rid of these weeds.

Removing weeds is easy to say, but it is not as easy as imagined.

Because this land is to be used to grow sweet potatoes.

Therefore, weeding must not be perfunctory, otherwise, after a gust of wind, weeds will grow again, and they will compete for the nutrients of sweet potatoes.

This is the most basic common sense of people who grow crops.

Therefore, when dealing with these weeds, Qian Zheng took a very serious attitude, uprooting every where, absolutely not leaving any hidden dangers.

By the time he cleaned up the weeds in the entire yard, it was already dark.

For a whole day, nothing was done except weeding.

However, he still felt that he was exhausted, and his whole body was sore. After returning to his room, he lay down on the bed and fell asleep in a short while.

In the dream, he successfully cultivated sweet potatoes, received a silver reward from the young master, returned to his hometown, and bought a big house.

Then, he brought back all his lost relatives, and lived a happy life in this compound.

He was immersed in such a dreamland, unable to extricate himself.

It wasn't until the next day, when he heard a voice from outside, that he opened his eyes, only to realize...it was just a dream.

However, the content of the dream aroused his fighting spirit even more.

5000 taels of silver...

What the young master said has never been fulfilled once.

Since the young master said that as long as he grows new sweet potatoes, he will give himself 5000 taels of silver, then he will definitely give it!

Thinking of this, even though his whole body was sore, he still managed to stand up, pushed open the door, and walked out.

"Qian Zheng, went to see your sweet potatoes again?"

As soon as he walked out the door, he heard a voice in his ear.

He turned his head to look, nodded with a smile, and walked straight to the room where the flowerpots were placed.

When the people around saw this scene, they all shook their heads.

In their eyes, this person is simply unreasonable.

The young master said to let him take care of the sweet potatoes, then just take good care of them, why should he be so caring.

Put all your time on it, as if in a daze.

They don't understand Qian Zheng, and Qian Zheng doesn't care what they think.

At this moment, there is only one thing on his mind, and that is to cultivate sweet potatoes!

Of course, the most important step is that the sweet potato seedlings can survive.

But......

Qian Zheng was squatting on the ground, looking at the sweet potato seedlings in the flower pot, his brows were tightly wrinkled.

Unlike other people in the mansion, he spent almost all his childhood in the fields.

Therefore, he is extremely familiar with the state of the crops.

The sweet potato seedlings in front of them are obviously in much worse condition than the day before.

And the state of the previous day was much worse than the state of the previous day.

It seems to be gradually withering day by day...

In this case, over time, whether the seedlings can survive is still a problem.

If the seedling dies, all his efforts will be in vain.

Moreover, the young master trusts him so much, if he raises the seedlings to death, how can he be worthy of the young master.

Thinking of this, he became even more anxious, frowning tightly, and took out his own record from his pocket.

On it, Gougou drew for a moment.

Then, he just sat on the ground and carefully looked at his records.

The weather hasn't changed much these days, it's always been sunny.

Therefore, the poor condition of the seedlings is not due to sunlight in all likelihood.

In addition, there is also watering, which is also strictly controlled, and there is no change.

So... what exactly is the reason?

Qian Zheng was frowning, lost in thought.

After a while, he seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly raised his head, looked at the sweet potato seedling, with a happy expression on his face, and murmured: "I thought of it!"

Sunlight, moisture, soil, and even nutrients have not changed significantly.

If these factors are excluded, then there is only one reason that really leads to the poor condition of sweet potato seedlings - temperature!

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Having figured this out, Qian Zheng showed joy on his face.

Then, he fell into a deep entanglement.

If there are several other factors, they can also be controlled artificially.

It is nothing more than watering more and getting more sun, but...how should the temperature be controlled?

Sitting in place, pondered for a long time, but still couldn't come up with a suitable solution.

At the same time, he was very clear in his heart.

Now that it is autumn, the weather will only get colder every day.

I don't know how long it will take for the sweet potato to grow. If it is still like this before winter, the consequences will be serious.

and......

Qian Zheng raised his eyes and glanced at the sweet potato seedlings that were raised in flowerpots and cared for carefully.

I thought, this sweet potato might not even last through autumn.

Thinking of this, he frowned.

After a while, he finally made up his mind, stood up from the ground, and looked towards the courtyard gate.

Now, there is only one way, and that is to ask the young master how to solve it.

After all, in his eyes, the young master is almost omniscient and knows everything.

It's just because I'm busy with affairs and don't have time to take care of it, so I entrust this task to myself.

Fangfu, the backyard.

Fang Xiu was lying on the rocking chair, basking in the sun, with a copy of "The Analects of Confucius" next to it, which looked like it was brand new, as if it hadn't been opened.

In early autumn, the weather is cool and the sun is shining brightly.

It's the right time to bask in the sun.

Fang Xiu squinted his eyes and looked at the blue sky, feeling unbelievably peaceful.

At this time, a slight voice suddenly came from my ear: "Master..."

Open your eyes and look in the direction of the sound.

Qian was standing in front of him, looking a bit cramped.

Fang Xiu smiled and asked, "What is it?"

Qian Zheng immediately replied: "Master, there is something wrong with the sweet potato you gave me."

Hearing this, Fang Xiu got up from the reclining chair, looked at Qian Zheng, and said seriously, "What's the problem?"

This sweet potato is related to the well-being of the people in the world, even for a person like him who cares about everything, it is difficult for him to care about it once.

Seeing the young master, who has always been indifferent to everything, showing concern, Qian Zheng suddenly felt that his pressure had increased a lot.

After hesitating for a while, he still opened his mouth and said, "Master, I have observed the sweet potato and found that its condition has been very bad recently. Some leaves have gradually withered. If this continues, the sweet potato may not be able to survive."

Fang Xiu frowned slightly when he heard this.

What he feared the most had happened.

Although the vitality of sweet potatoes is extremely strong, they can grow up almost by throwing them in the mud.

But that is under the condition of suitable climate, whether the land in Gyeonggi is suitable for the growth of sweet potatoes is still a big problem.

For other crops, there is still the possibility of trial and error, but there is only one sweet potato.

Thinking of this, he looked at Qian Zheng and asked, "Do you know the reason?"

Qian Zheng lowered his head and replied, "It should be because the weather has been cold recently."

Fang Xiu heard this and thought about it.

Although roasted sweet potatoes are generally sold more in winter, it does not mean that the sweet potatoes grow in winter.

That said, it is possible.

He looked at Qian Zheng and said sternly, "The matter of the sweet potato is no small matter, how can you use the word should, and I will give you three more days to observe the sweet potato carefully.

If it's really because of the temperature... At that time, I have another way. "

When Qian Zheng heard this, his face showed joy, he nodded, and said seriously: "I understand!"

After finishing speaking, he bowed to Fangxiu, turned around and left the backyard.

As soon as he left, a middle-aged man came in behind him.

Fang Xiu glanced at him.

Somewhat confused.

I always feel that this person is somewhat familiar, but I just can't remember who it is.

"Master..."

The middle-aged man went straight to his young master, stood upright, and saluted respectfully.