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In the end, Luo Meng took the two Phellinus sent from the young man's house to show the old man Bai, but the old man shook his head immediately when he saw it: "How can something that is grown as a mushroom be used as medicine?"

For this result, Romon was not surprised, and the young man himself was not surprised, he was just a little bit disappointed.

"Don't be discouraged, Xiao Liang, let's explore slowly, there will always be a day when we will grow a good Phellinus." Romon patted him on the shoulder and encouraged.

Xiao Liang just smiled and didn't speak. In fact, for many drug farmers, the efficacy of the drugs they grow is not very important. The important thing is whether there are people who buy them and whether the price is good.

His family grows medicinal materials, and the people in their area basically grow medicinal materials. He knows much more about how tricky it is in this industry than ordinary people.

When I was young, it’s not that I never dreamed of planting some kind of good medicinal materials, but after seeing and hearing a lot, my enthusiasm gradually cooled down. The reason why I left my hometown to work in the south a few years ago is that To some extent, he also had the idea of ​​wanting to leave that industry, but why did he come here with them again this time?Maybe it's because he still has the persistence and fantasies of his youth?

Two days before the opening of the medical center, Lao Zhou seemed extremely busy. The opening date of the Buffalo Hall was on May [-]st. At the same time, with the arrival of the Golden Week, a large number of people would flock to Niuwangzhuang on that day. They have to make some preparations and arrangements in advance.

At noon on April 4th, a group of volunteers from Tongcheng arrived in Buffalo Town. These people were basically familiar with Buffalo Town.Many patients from other places come to Buffalo Town for the first time. They are unfamiliar with the place, and eating and sleeping are both problems. They will specialize in leading the way and guiding them, as well as providing other help within their ability.

At that time, these volunteers will live and board in Niuwangzhuang. During the day and night, several groups of people will work in turns, and will not leave until the Golden Week is over.

In the evening, Lao Zhou took advantage of the meal time to discuss with Hou Fatty about the food for the next few days. Suddenly there were so many people, the original team must be too busy, so there will be more people. Chen Jianhua arranged some long-term and short-term workers to form a temporary cooking team.

"Old Zhou! The watermelon on our mountain is ripe!" At this time, a sweaty young man walked into the cafeteria. As soon as he entered the door, he yelled so loudly. All excited.

"Really? It's not even May yet."

"This year, we started raising seedlings a long time ago. There are a few melon fields, and when they were first planted, a greenhouse was built. Don't you know?"

"Several melon fields were indeed planted early this year."

"Old Zhou, go to the mountain to pick two watermelons and come back! Golden Week is coming, let's celebrate in advance!"

"How do you know the watermelon is ripe?" Lao Zhou asked the man.

"When I was working on the slope in the afternoon, I saw a group of puppies in your family always circle around one or two watermelons." The young man looked excited.

"Then the watermelon must be ripe! Those puppies of the old Zhou family have good noses!" Someone in the cafeteria immediately echoed loudly.

"They're just ignorance." Lao Zhou tried to quibble.

"Who are you fooling around? Those puppies in your family can tell if the watermelon in the field is ripe or not!" Who doesn't know about this matter in Niuwangzhuang?

"Old Zhou, don't pick it up. Since everyone has caught up today, come back and pick two watermelons for us to try!"

"Not to say!"

"Watermelon! Watermelon!"

"Watermelon!!! Watermelon!!!"

"Hey, hey! Don't shout!" Lao Zhou waved his hand to signal everyone to be quiet: "Don't scare my hens so that they won't lay eggs."

"Hey..." There was a burst of disapproving sighs from the crowd.

"Old Zhou, those hens in your house are all fighting chickens. They scare me almost, but I can't scare them." The hens in Niuwangzhuang can even jump up and peck dragonflies flying in the sky. It's not covered.

"Hey, after so many days of hard work, I can't even eat a piece of watermelon. What's the point of doing this job?" someone said.

"It's boring, I don't even have the appetite to eat."

"Why is it so difficult to eat a piece of watermelon?"

"Why can't even this wish be fulfilled?"

"Little cabbage... ground yellow..." At this time, whoever took the lead in singing Xiaobaicai again.

"Two or three years old... I don't have a mother..." By the time of the second sentence, there were already many people singing along. Although the lyrics were desolate, Lao Zhou was obviously very happy to see these people. It seems that they are determined to eat this watermelon today.

The first impression of the old man Bai's disciples and grandchildren on Niuwangzhuang was that a group of people were singing "Little Cabbage" in the cafeteria noisily.

They also just arrived in the afternoon, so they went to meet the old man at the blacksmith shop first. Because the old man knew that Luo Meng was busy these two days, he didn't call ahead of time to ask him to come over. Someone brought it here for him, but he didn't expect to listen to the song "Little Cabbage" before entering the courtyard.

"Why do you feel so stupid?" One of the old man's apprentices was obviously a little uncomfortable with the atmosphere of Niuwangzhuang at the moment.

"Our master has found an organization." Another apprentice said this.

When a few people entered the yard, they happened to meet Lao Zhou walking out with a basket. In today's situation, it would be impossible for him not to go up the mountain to pick two watermelons.

"Hey, it's all here?" Old Zhou Zhou's eyes were about to light up when he saw the people brought by the old man Bai. group.

"Where are you going?" the white old man asked him.

"Go to the slope to pick two watermelons." Lao Zhou said with a smile on his face.

"You go." The old man Bai waved his hand, he was already familiar with this Niuwangzhuang, so he didn't need to greet him right now.

"Then why don't you go to the cafeteria to eat something to fill your belly?" Lao Zhou said.

"Okay, you've been busy these two days, so we'll eat in the cafeteria tonight." What the old man said meant that there was no need to prepare a special banquet for his disciples and grandchildren.

"Then what's the point? You guys eat something in the cafeteria to fill your belly, and we'll have a drink together later." Old Zhou said enthusiastically.

"That's fine." Hearing that he wants to drink, the old man Bai is more than happy. This boy Luo Meng has hidden a lot of good wine in Niuwangzhuang, and he always pushes and refuses to take it out on weekdays.

Luo Meng put the baskets in the tricycle bucket, drove the tricycle out of the courtyard, and went up the slope to pick watermelons. There are so many people today, three melons and two dates are not enough. Now that they have been picked, they might as well pick a few more.

It’s just a bit of a pain in the ass. If these old watermelons planted in advance are sold to Duan Jiashu and Ma Congrong, the price will definitely not be lower. More than 100 yuan, if you pick a few casually, it will cost thousands of dollars. Even if he is a big business now, he can't take thousands of dollars as a big deal, not to mention that he won't buy it once he eats it. Come back, as long as his Niuwangzhuang is still open and everyone is still working, these expenditures will not stop.

It was getting dark now, and there were still some puppies roaming around on the slope. They probably had already had dinner. As soon as these puppies saw Lao Zhou driving a tricycle uphill, they gathered around him. up.

"Prodigal stuff, no sense of secrecy at all." Lao Zhou stopped the car next to a melon field, and patted a puppy on the forehead.

"Woo..." The puppy was quite aggrieved by the beating.

"I know how to play around all day long." Lao Zhou entered the melon field with a basket.

"Wow!" Seeing his posture, he knew that he was going to pick melons, and the puppies were very excited.

"In addition to playing, I know how to eat."

"Wang Wang Wang!"

"Help me see if any watermelon is ripe?"

"Wang!"

"This one, are you sure?"

"Ha ha!"

"Wow woof! woof woof!"

"There are also over there?"

"Wang!"

"and also?"

"..."

After picking the watermelons, Lao Zhou opened one on the spot, leaving half of it for the puppies, and he took the other half back to the courtyard together with the other watermelons.

It was the first time I ate watermelon this year, everyone was very happy, and couldn't wait to soak it in cold water or put it in the refrigerator to freeze it, so I couldn't wait to urge Lao Zhou to share the watermelon.

This old variety of watermelon is obviously different from the big watermelon with flowery skin grown in Niuwangzhuang in previous years. Except for the color of the skin and the size of the watermelon, it looks different after it is opened. The skin of the watermelon is thinner, and the veins of the flesh look obvious. It is much thinner, the flesh is firm and delicate, and it is particularly crisp. The watermelon seeds are relatively small, lighter in color, and more in number.

This time there was no Xiao Shulin to help cut melons, Lao Zhou made do with it himself. Although the size was not so uniform, it was about the same. While cutting, he emphasized: "Everyone only has one piece!"

"Don't worry, we will supervise each other." There are only a few watermelons, and there are so many people, of course we must supervise each other, otherwise the designation is not enough.

"This watermelon is so crispy!"

"It seems to be better than the big watermelon with flower skin?"

"This melon has to be sold for a lot of money per catty, right?"

"Our old Zhou is really bleeding today."

"Don't be too distressed, we will definitely work harder tomorrow."

"Won't you work hard if you don't give watermelon to eat?" After dividing the melon, Lao Zhou picked up a piece and took a bite. This kind of melon is really good to eat. The taste alone is better than the big watermelon with flower skin. At least, by the way, Lao Zhou's mouth has also become more cunning since he got such a glimpse of the spiritual spring.

"That's for sure."

"It is very cooperative if there is no strike."

"How can I work hard if I don't eat watermelon?" After everyone ate watermelon, everyone was satisfied.

Old Zhou’s watermelon is really nothing to say, it’s sweet and crunchy, the flavor of the melon is neither too strong nor too weak, but it’s extremely attractive, they can’t wait to eat the melon skin together, including Lao Zhou himself and the old man Bai With his disciples and grandchildren, including someone who just said that they sang "Little Cabbage" very badly.

In the evening, Luo Meng entertained his masters, brothers and nephews in the house of Bu Yi Gua. He didn't cook any complicated dishes, so he asked Fatty Hou to help fry a plate of peanuts, and fried two more Simple side dishes, put some fruits, and take out a few jars of good wine.

The old man Bai and his apprentices and grandchildren all expressed their satisfaction with the bayberry wine, loquat wine and wolfberry wine of the old Zhou family. It doesn't matter whether they eat or not, as long as they have these wines, they can drink deliciously.

Halfway through the meal, old man Luo brought Houwazi over. Xiao Shulin went to Yongqing today, and Luo Meng was busy. After school, Houwazi asked her to go to the village with Luo Meihui and Luo Meiling. On the other hand, it was almost time to go to bed, and Hou Wazi said that he would come back to sleep, so the old man Luo sent him over again.

"Little baby can also play chess?" One of the old man's apprentices immediately attracted his attention when he saw the folding chessboard in Hou Wazi's hand, and he seemed to be a chess fan.

"It's so good that most adults can't beat him." Romon boasted.

"Hey, what are adults and children, stinky chess baskets are stinky chess baskets." This master was obviously drunk at this time, and forgot that there were many thick and smelly chess baskets among the people present.

"Aren't they all stinky chess baskets, my son is amazing." Romon continued to boast.

"How powerful?" The man obviously didn't believe it.

"Why don't you try?" Luo Meng urged him.

"Okay! Just try it!" This guy was slightly drunk at this time, and he heard that there was a chess game, and he was too happy. Although the opponent was a baby, it would be good to play two games casually.

"Don't just play chess, what should we bet on?" Lao Zhou began to play tricks.

"What do you want to bet?" The other party was not completely irrational at this time.

"If you win, I'll give you two jars of wine. You can choose whatever wine you want." Old Zhou laid the bait.

"Then there is still a need to pick? Of course it has to be like this!" The other party said, and slapped on a wine jar of wolfberry wine on the table: "You can carry the hoe now, go out and get this Two jars of wine were dug out from the ground."

"If you lose, you have to stay in my clinic for two months." Old Zhou said.I just learned from the conversation that after the opening ceremony, the other three people who really want to stay and help, this one and a few others, are here purely to join in the fun this time, and stop by to have a look at the old man.

"Okay! No problem!" The other party agreed very readily. In his opinion, these two jars of medlar wine are nothing more than a free gift.

"..." The old man Bai didn't say a word, while drinking a small wine, he watched how his apprentice was deceived.

When he entered the yard just now, what did this guy say he came from?Said he two?