Seed dealers in ancient times

"Stop Zheng Jiang! Why are you here? I'm going to Qingwu Lane to find you!"

Zheng Jiang heard the voice, turned around and saw that it was Cai Lin, who jumped off the bullock cart and smiled at him innocently.

"I was looking for you too."

Cai Lin glanced around, and said mysteriously, "Are you sure the potatoes have sprouted?"

"I didn't count. I told you about an errand and wanted to see if you could pick it up."

Cai Lin became interested when he heard the words: "What's the matter?"

Zheng Jiangting briefly talked about the situation of Fu Yuezhai, and Cai Lin opened his mouth happily: "That's great, I wanted to find a big restaurant for supply, but unfortunately I never had a chance to find it. You have a wider network."

Zheng Jiangting nodded his head: "Then, you go to Fuyuezhai with me now, and when you meet the steward, you can speak nicely."

Cai Lin readily agreed.

Zheng Jiang stopped Cai Lin's ox cart, and the two of them went towards Fuyuezhai together, but Zheng Jiangting in the car was not in a good mood. He didn't expect to do bad things with good intentions, which made Brother Xian unhappy. Nowadays What can I do.

You shouldn't, you shouldn't speak out your little brother's thoughts. My little brother is young and thin-skinned. Naturally, he would be unhappy if his thoughts were exposed all of a sudden, and he blamed others for being too direct.

Seeing his annoyed look, Cai Lin asked, "What's wrong with you? Aren't you happy that the potatoes sprouted?"

"No."

After a while, he couldn't help asking again: "Tell me, if you make my brother angry, how can you make him happy?"

Cai Lin glanced at him in surprise, and felt that Zheng Jiangting would approach the little brother, which is unbelievable. As for making people angry, it is reasonable: "It's actually simple, you get something he likes." If you give him something, it will be fine."

Zheng Jiangting smiled helplessly, how did he know what Brother Xian likes.

There was a recommendation, and Cai Lin was indeed as described. Liao Jianzhang was very satisfied, so he ordered Cai Lin on the spot. The firewood would be delivered every two days, and it would be delivered to the restaurant in Youshi.

Cai Lin couldn't close his mouth happily, and insisted on pulling Zheng Jiang to stop drinking and go to the village to eat the rabbit smoked half a month ago.

The hospitality was hard to refuse, and he wanted to see Tudou again, so he didn't refuse.

After half a month of germination, the skin of the previously round potatoes became softer, and small sprouts appeared on the eyes of the sprouts. Cai Lin also prepared the plant ash that he asked him to prepare earlier. Cut the potatoes into pieces, try to keep three sprouts on one piece of potatoes, and then apply plant ash to the cut part.

Plant ash can provide potatoes with many nutrients. Not only that, but its unique smell can drive away some bugs and protect potatoes to a certain extent.

Although cutting potatoes is simple, there are many places to pay attention to, and it is very trivial to do. By the time the two of them are pounding together, an hour has passed.

The two of them planted the potatoes overnight, and the two plots had to be half an acre, about [-] square meters. The seeds were not too many, and if they were sparsely planted, they could only plant one and a half plots of land. Zheng Jiangting also made plans, and now the tomato The seeds have also been unearthed, and the remaining half of the land will be planted with tomatoes. When the potatoes are harvested in the future, half of the potatoes here will be given to Cai Lin as promised.

After a busy day, it was already dark, and they went back exhausted. The two of them drank a few sips of wine, and didn't bother to touch the rabbit meat.

"Keep him for a few more days, and deal with him after the tomatoes can be divided."

The two agreed with a smile.

As the years went by, Zheng Jiang stopped in the morning mist to take a breath of air-conditioning. It was getting colder. While he was going to Fuyue Zhai, he was thinking on the street, what should he give to Brother Xian.

After walking around, I didn't find a reliable gadget at the end of a street, but I was almost hit by a peddler pushing a cart.

"Do you have long eyes? I am a good clay pot. If you break it, you can afford it!"

The peddler opened his mouth and yelled. Zheng Jiang stopped to look at the cart full of pots of all shapes and sizes. He picked up a clay pot that looked like a flowerpot and asked, "Can you sell this?"

"Sell, sell." The peddler changed his expression when he heard that someone wanted to buy it.

Zheng Jiangting remembers that in this cold season, he had already started to eat strawberries in his own time. Strawberries are delicious, red and sweet, and are very popular among young people. There are no such fruits in this era. Although others No, but it doesn't mean he doesn't.

When he got off work, he waited attentively for Brother Xian. Originally, he wanted to take him to the meat market to buy some ribs. Dachai gave him some round radishes, which he had promised to give to Brother Xian. My son is making radish stewed pork ribs, and this time I can just do it.

Unexpectedly, when he went to find someone after work, he had already left.

He secretly sighed that this little brother had such a temper, so he had to go to the school alone.It was late when I went there, and the butcher peddler had used up all the oil paper used to wrap the meat, so he had to use a straw rope to pierce a hole in the ribs. Oil paper, the peddler gave him two pennies less, which was very affordable.

Carrying spare ribs and holding a clay basin in his arms, when we returned to Qingwu Lane, the sky was already dark.

The weather is fine these days, and the alley is much more lively than usual. Children are playing in the alley. When the hour arrives, the neighbors who are off work come back one after another. Come to sell, people come and go, the most lively.

Zheng Jiangting had just entered the alley, and Wang Liushi, who lived at the entrance of the alley, came out to pour water and just bumped into him. People didn't pay attention, but they stared at him and took a big piece of ribs.

Wang Liu raised her head and looked at him: "Hey, which family do I think the man is so tall? It turns out to be Xiao Zheng! Is this just coming back from work?"

Zheng Jiang paused in response.

Wang Liu looked at the ribs in his hand again and said: "The price of meat is not low now, I heard it has risen again."

"It's almost the end of the year, and the price increase is indispensable." Three catties of spare ribs cost him more than a penny, which is really painful.

Mrs. Wang and Liu were about to say something, when a crisp female voice suddenly came from the room: "Mother, why are you still outside? When Dad comes back, the meal hasn't been cooked yet, so you should talk about it again."

Zheng Jiang stopped consciously and raised his head, and saw a little girl walking out from inside, with big eyes that were sparkling.

"Ma'am, you're busy, I'll go back and cook first."

Wang Liushi narrowed her eyes and smiled: "Okay, okay."

Under the envious eyes of all the neighbors, Zheng Jiangting returned to the yard with the ribs.

Muttering to her daughter, Wang Liu said: "The life of the Zheng family is really good. A while ago, the family only ate fish, but today they bring home the huge pork ribs. This Zheng Jiangting is really capable. If I knew this was the case, at that time Zou Yun was borrowing money and food from our shop, so I asked your father to borrow it."

"Mom, our family doesn't have much money. How can we borrow money and food to go out? My cousin is going to study, and he will be very successful in the future. Our family should spend some money to move around more."

Wang and Liu didn't quite agree: "Hey, who is your cousin? He is a talented scholar in Jincheng. He has a high lintel. How can he take our family seriously. I look like Zheng Jiang Ting is fine."

Wang Yingying was upset: "Fortunately, the big man still goes home to cook."

"What do you know, little girl? Zheng Jiangting is currently working as a cook in Fuyue Zhai, and his monthly salary is quite a lot. Besides, only a man who can cook understands how to love his wife."

"Mother, don't have such crooked thoughts. I'm still like my brother. What's so good about being a cook? I'm surrounded by a stove every day, smoky."

"Damn, you girl."

The mother and daughter entered the yard arguing.

When Chu Xian entered the alley with a bundle of cloth in his arms, he happened to be listening to the conversation between the mother and daughter, and saw that the person had gone back, so he walked into the alley.

Stepping on the bluestone slab, he thought it was just right not to look down on the little cook, so that no one would worry about that piece of wood.

When passing by the door of Zheng's house, he didn't rush there, and went back to the house first to put down the cloth.Just as I was thinking about whether to wait until later, or to help out now, there was a knock on the door.

He ran out to open the door, and it was Zheng Jiangting who came.

Zheng Jiangting was washing radishes in the yard. He came over when he heard the door open. He hadn't looked at anyone for a day. If he didn't catch him, he might have to avoid him all the time.

Chu Xian couldn't help laughing: "I don't have a big brother like you."

"Come here, the fire will be out later."

It was very warm under the stove of Zheng's family, and there was wood in the stove, so there was no need to burn it at all. Zheng Jiangting just wanted to ask Chu Xian to come over to warm up.

After stewing the pork ribs, he was free to look at the people under the stove who were very quiet, their pale faces turned a little red from the sun, but they seemed to have some complexion, and he said: "I have something for you. "

Chu Xian raised her eyes and looked at him suspiciously.

Zheng Jiang stopped into the house and took out the pot of strawberries with seeds.

Chu Xian didn't understand, so she took the pot. Except for some soil in the pot, there was nothing there. If I guessed correctly, the soil was dug in the yard: "This...is there anything special?"

Zheng Jiangting explained: "I buried the seeds in the soil, and stored them when I shipped the goods. After three or four months, they will germinate, bloom and bear fruit."

Chu Xian was really surprised that Zheng Jiangding, a rough old man, could prepare such a thing. He asked with great interest, "What does the fruit look like, can I eat it?"

"It's edible. It's red. It's delicious when it's ripe. It's sweeter than oranges."

There was light in Chu Xian's eyes, as if he had seen the fruit he described. He frowned, hid a smile in his eyes, and looked up at Zheng Jiangting, very seriously: "Then...how do you compare with me?"

Zheng Jiang stopped for a moment, not knowing what it meant, he hesitated for a moment before he understood.

"How can fruit and people be compared?"

Chu Xian bit her lower lip and nodded, as if she understood, but then asked again: "Is it because the fruit can't be compared with people, or is it that people can't be compared with the fruit?"

Zheng Jiang stopped looking at the turbulent eyes of the person in front of him. This little brother clearly wanted to make him unable to answer, so he coughed dryly: "The meal should be ready, I'll go see if mother is back."

Chu Xian watched the man go out, his back was so uncomfortable, he hugged the flower pot in his arms, as if he had found a treasure, and finally laughed out of his success.