In the age of rebirth, I became popular in the pastoral live broadcast

Song Hongguo didn't know that Wang Erni couldn't get any advantage from her, so she turned to Feng Qiuping. After entering the door, the system kept nagging in her ears, "Why did you refuse? The spiritual spring water is in your hands." It is the most useful and meaningful thing that you can do with your hands. Haven’t you always been thinking about it before, why don’t you want it now that it is so easy to get?”

Song Hongguo said, "Who said I don't want it? She wanted it for free."

The system choked for a moment, and then said to Ai Ai, "The deal she made with you is not too much, right? According to your brain, it shouldn't be too difficult to help her settle those things, right? Seeing as the reward is good, For the sake of spring water, what's wrong with being patient in moderation? You won't suffer at all..."

Song Hongguo interrupted calmly, "But I don't want to have anything to do with her."

The system heard this and blurted out, "Are you still afraid of her? With her little intelligence, she is no threat to you. Just let her go and use her..."

Song Hongguo interrupted again, "Your boyfriend also clearly reminded me to stay away from people like Wang Erni."

The system was stunned and asked subconsciously, "Huh? Why?"

Song Hongguo said meaningfully, "Your male god said that she speaks uncontrollably and behaves wantonly. She is either too stupid or lacks a sense of awe. No matter what, if she is so unscrupulous and unscrupulous, something will happen sooner or later." If she causes big trouble, whatever fate she ends up with will be her own fault, but the destructive power she causes at the expense of her stupidity will affect those around her."

The system went silent for a moment.

Song Hongguo ignored it and went to the kitchen to cook. Dinner was simple. She boiled the water and boiled the noodles. When they were about eight ripe, they took them out and put them in the well water to cool down. After they were soaked, they took them out into a big bowl and added them one by one. Add cucumber shreds, carrot shreds, chopped Chinese toon pickles, and finally pour in pre-flavored sesame sauce and chili oil, and you're done with a refreshing and appetizing bowl of cold noodles.

The preparation of cold noodles is similar to that of cold noodles, but the taste is a little different. Speaking of which, in the summer in the north, people eat more cold noodles, and they are used to squatting outside the door to eat while holding the noodle bowl, while talking to the neighbors. While chatting, slurping noodles into your mouth, both ends are not delayed, and they complement each other.

In her previous life, when she saw this kind of scene in the countryside for the first time, she was very surprised. Later, she saw it more often, and actually felt that this way of eating noodles was quite ritualistic, as if it would make the food more delicious. Later, she went to I have never seen it in a big city. I still feel a little regretful and miss it when I eat cold noodles every summer.

After the meal, it was getting dark, so the two brothers couldn't wait to go out to look for the cicadas. Song Hongguo was sitting on the stone table, listening to the radio, and was about to fish out some water hyacinths from the pond. Zhao Zhenhua was carrying a bunch of them. A bucket came to the door with a beaming look on his face. Behind him, Zhao Baoqing walked leisurely with his hands behind his back.

She hurried up to greet her, "Uncle, third cousin..."

Zhao Zhenhua said with a smile, "Cousin, I finally ran out of time for the net I set two days ago. I caught a lot this time, some ten kilograms. No, I brought it all for you. Take a look, how big is it? It’s much bigger than before…”

Most of the crayfish in the bucket were all alive and kicking, dancing like a tiger with their big pincers, and they were very energetic.

Song Hongguo looked at it with a smile and took over, "It's too late to make it now. I'll make it tomorrow morning and send it over. It should still be spicy, right? Or spiced one..."

Zhao Baoqing said angrily, "You listen to his whining, but it doesn't matter! Don't worry, it won't be too late to wait until you get off work tomorrow. He is just greedy. Don't get used to his bad habits. It's still early in the morning." Just eat whatever you want, hum."

Song Hongguo smiled and said, "This kind of living thing, the earlier it is cooked, the fresher and more delicious it will be. When I cook it tomorrow morning, I will save some extra soup, just for mixing noodles. Isn't it already there for breakfast? How easy will it be?"

Zhao Zhenhua immediately said, "My cousin will make arrangements."

Zhao Baoqing glared at him, snorted again, and didn't bother to say anything about him.

The three of them sat under the persimmon tree. Song Hongguo made a pot and brought out a box of dried fruits. There were several foods in it, including melon seeds and pecans. The most conspicuous one was the orchid beans.

Zhao Zhenhua was not polite, picked up one and threw it into his mouth. It didn't matter if he ate it, it was as bright as the kerosene lamp on the stone table. It was fresh and crispy, and the more he chewed, the more flavorful it became.

Seeing him like this, Zhao Baoqing couldn't bear to see him. He couldn't help but give him a kick. He opened his mouth and scolded him, "This is your cousin's house. If anyone else would laugh at you to death? How can you eat and drink so much?" It’s really becoming more and more promising…”

Zhenhua said with a playful smile, "As you said, this is at my cousin's house, not an outsider. Dad, please try it too. These orchid beans are so delicious. The more you eat them, the more addictive you become..."

As he spoke, he pinched one and stuffed it directly into his father's mouth.

Zhao Baoqing, "..."

If this was not his own, he would have to slap him again.

However, the orchid beans were indeed too delicious. After he swallowed them, he cleared his throat and talked about the serious matter of his trip, "Hongguo, how much wheat did you harvest on your private land this year?"

Song Hongguo guessed what they were getting from when they came to the door. Hearing this, she said calmly, "I estimate it will be about three hundred kilograms. This harvest should be pretty good, right?"

Zhao Zhenhua took over the words in surprise, "It's not just good, it's very good. Your piece of land is only a little over six cents, and it has three hundred catties. The yield per acre... my dear, it's five hundred catties. The best piece of land in our village has a yield of only [-] kilograms per mu this year, and the other land is over [-] kilograms. This is thanks to the water from Youwei Lake. Otherwise, like other villages, there is no water to irrigate the land and everything depends on the weather. An acre of land can yield a hundred or ten jins, which is considered good. I heard that in some places there is no harvest, and we don’t know how we will survive in the second half of the year.”

Zhao Baoqing nodded and agreed, "It's true. Before your wheat was harvested, I thought the harvest would be about right. Five hundred kilograms? Well, it should be about this amount..."

After pausing for a moment, he turned to ask, "Hongguo, how did you grow it? Can you tell me no?"

Song Hongguo smiled and said, "What's the inconvenience of this? To tell you the truth, uncle, this is my first time growing crops. I have no experience at all, let alone any special skills. Some of them are just words on paper. From what I can tell from reading, it’s just watering when it’s time to water, fertilizing when it’s time to fertilize, pull weeds diligently, and don’t compete with wheat for nutrients, and there’s really nothing special about the rest.”

Zhao Baoqing pondered and asked again, "How many times have you watered it?"

"Twice."

"What about fertilizing?"

"Also twice. Ling Zhi is watching the weeding every day. He is very diligent and there are almost no weeds in the ground."

"What is used for fertilization?"

"It's what I clean up from the pig and chicken pens, and I mix in some rotten and bitter tree leaves, weeds, etc., let it ferment for a few days, and then spread it directly on the ground."

After Zhao Baoqing listened, he became thoughtful.

Zhao Zhenhua smiled bitterly and sighed, "This is the same way as farming in our village. I just want to learn from you. Alas, if there is really a good way to increase production, then we don't have to starve anymore. Yes, that is a matter of immeasurable merit, alas..."