No. 233 Tianting Garbage Disposal Station

Yang Xinxin suddenly laughed.

"Aunt Xiuju, I'm not afraid to tell you the truth. The cost of cultivating a Bicui strawberry plant needs at least two hundred yuan. I was willing to sell strawberry seedlings for ten yuan at a loss to the village people because of the poor people in our village. Many, I want to help."

"Sister Jiaoling is already worth tens of millions, so don't come to take advantage of me. Besides, after a while, every household in our village will become rich, and there is no need for me to give money to do good deeds."

Two hundred yuan is just a number, and the price of Tianting soil is priceless. Without Tianting soil, she can cultivate strawberry plants on five acres of land by herself. Everyone knows how big the amount is, how heavy the burden is, and the time it takes. how long.

Not to mention the farmers who often deal with the farmland.

In the past, Yang Xinxin was very sympathetic to Aunt Xiuju who married a man who was lazy and liked to hook up, and worked hard in the fields to raise children. Now, she decided to feed her sympathy to the dogs.

She once told the villagers that Bicui strawberries can be planted all year round, and they will mature after one month. The growth cycle is extremely short, and Bicui strawberries can be picked every month in the future, with a lifespan of up to two years.

A Bicui strawberry can be picked at least several hundred catties a month, which is more cost-effective than growing grapes. The Bicui strawberries cultivated by Yang Xinxin are planted on trellises like grapes. The row spacing of a Bicui strawberry is 2 by 3 meters , There are more than 100 plants in one mu of land. Bicui strawberries are big and delicious. According to the test sent by her classmate Li Feng, they can also be used as special antipyretics. Especially when children have a fever, they can drink a small cup of Bicui strawberries. Strawberry juice is more effective than taking medicine by injection.

It can be said that the medicinal and economic value of Bicui strawberry is extremely high.

Even if it costs ten yuan a catty, it is also possible to buy it. After a Bicui strawberry matures, it can bring a lot of income to the grower in one month.

The families planted in the village this time are all extremely poor people, such as the family of Aunt Osmanthus, the family is old and young, and the husband has injured his leg, and the whole family depends on her.

They are very conscious not to plant more than one mu.

Others from better-off families didn't think of taking advantage of Yang Xinxin's family. Of course, there were also people who were extremely poor but afraid of taking risks.

Aunt Xiuju is also a member of the wait and see.

Yang Xinxin doesn't care about these things, but Yang Jiaoling came back with a fortune. As a reborn person, she doesn't believe that she doesn't know the value of green strawberries, but she persuades Aunt Xiuju to come to take advantage of it, and the lion opens her mouth to plant five acres of land. , Yang Xinxin laughed angrily.

Yang Jiaoling's face is really thick.

As soon as these words came out, Aunt Xiuju was so ashamed that she didn't dare to say anything anymore, she smiled stiffly, and left in a hurry, looking a bit like running away.

"Second cousin, well done!" Yang Xiangling gave Yang Xinxin a thumbs up, and felt very relieved that the second cousin rejected Aunt Xiuju.

Aunt Xiuju's life is difficult, everyone sympathizes with them, but they don't say much, all this is found by Aunt Xiuju herself, what kind of person Uncle Jianwen is, Aunt Xiuju knew when she was not married , but she insists on marrying, of course she will taste the bitter fruit.

Yang Qingyu also nodded in agreement: "Some people are just shameless and want to take advantage of the second cousin when they get rich." Everyone knew that he was talking about Yang Jiaoling.

Needless to say, Aunt Xiuju must have been instigated by her.

Yang's mother and Yang's father didn't say anything, in fact, they both agreed with their daughter's actions.

Not to mention Uncle Yang, Uncle Yang and the others.

"Xinxin, don't take it to heart, you were right to reject her." Yang's mother patted Yang Xinxin on the shoulder.

"Mom, I rejected Aunt Xiuju because I really didn't have time to cultivate Bicui strawberry plants. I am now cultivating new rice seeds." Yang Xinxin said her plan.

For the cultivation of Bicui strawberries, Yang Xinxin will get two mother plants and let them breed seedlings by themselves. If possible, she plans to cooperate with Li Feng to establish a planting base.

As for strawberries of other colors, Yang Xinxin did not intend to make them available so soon.

The cultivation of new rice seeds is just a flash of her idea, but with Tianting soil, she will definitely be able to cultivate high-quality rice.

"New rice?" Dad Yang became interested when he heard it, and he was full of confidence in his daughter's cultivation because he knew the details of his daughter. It's a bit high, we can't grow it in Yangjia Village, see if you can improve it, and then our family will also grow one."

"Girl Xinxin, tell uncle what the new rice is?" Uncle Yang couldn't help asking.

The uncle and the third aunt also looked at Yang Xinxin, expecting her surprise.

Yang Xinxin was a little surprised when he heard Dad Yang talking about colorful rice, and said, "Dad, uncle, the new rice species I cultivated this time are related to colorful rice."

Father Yang was excited when he heard that.

Kong Xuan was still watching the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law drama with great interest. Hearing Xinxin said that he wanted to cultivate colorful rice, Mimi's interest arose. Unexpectedly, someone in the mortal world produced colorful rice.

He remembered that there was a large pile of discarded colorful spiritual rice in the garbage disposal station. In the heavenly court, the gods ate the immortal rice that was rich in immortal energy, and the spiritual rice that was lower than the immortal rice was rarely eaten.

But there will always be some spiritual rice among the immortal rice planted in the Immortal Field, and these spiritual rice will be discarded as garbage.

"Xinxin, what kind of colorful rice are you talking about?"

After Yang Xinxin explained, Kong Xuan immediately lost interest. They planted them separately, instead of growing five colors of rice from one five-colored rice plant.

Yang Xinxin glanced at the uninterested Peacock Essence, and wondered, could it be that there are colorful rice in the fairy world, and they are not grown separately?

Well, I'll ask Uncle when they leave.

No. 233 Tianting Garbage Disposal Station is too big, with piles of heavenly soil and messy gravel, it is not easy for a mortal to rummage through other Tianting garbage.

Maybe there are rice from the fairy world in it.

How about... ask Peacock Spirit for help?

Yang Xinxin glanced at Kong Xuan's exquisite and perfect side face, and couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt in her heart. She actually wanted such a delicate and perfect man to help her find trash...

The guilt is the guilt, but the idea spread like crazy.

After talking about the new rice species, Uncle Yang and Uncle Yang's family left, and they had to harvest rice in the afternoon, so they seized the time to take a nap.

Yang Xiangling and Yang Qingyu reluctantly brought back a basket of Bicui strawberries and peaches.

Yang Xinxin's family was left in the living room, as well as a big demon who was addicted to the drama of mother-in-law and daughter-in-law.

"Ahem, Kong Xuan, is there colorful rice in the fairy world?" Yang Xinxin couldn't stop asking, and Father Yang immediately pricked up his ears when he heard this.

"There are only colorful rice in the fairy world, and there are two kinds of spiritual rice and immortal rice." Kong Xuan took the time to reply.

Colorful rice?

Yang Xinxin's eyes widened slightly, and her eyes were full of surprise. Yang's father and Yang's mother were dumbfounded. They thought that the colorful rice was already very powerful, but they didn't expect the colorful rice eaten by the gods.

"Kong Xuan, is it the colorful rice discarded in the garbage disposal station?"

"Yes, didn't the heavenly court take out the garbage a few days ago, there was a small pile of colorful spiritual rice that no one eats." Kong Xuan took a bite of potato chips, stared at the TV tightly, and replied absent-mindedly.

Yang Xinxin was so happy that she almost didn't cry out, her face was flushed with excitement, she couldn't hide her excitement and asked: "Kong Xuan, is the colorful rice you are talking about a rice plant that grows out of its color?"

"Of course, otherwise, why is it called Colorful Lingdao?" Kong Xuan rarely looked at the excited Yang Xinxin with contempt.Obviously, he has not forgotten what Yang Xinxin said just now that the five kinds of rice of different colors are planted separately on the same field.

Yang Xinxin didn't care about Kong Xuan's contemptuous eyes, she was just happy.

"Kong Xuan, don't watch this kind of mother-in-law and daughter-in-law drama. Let's quickly go to the garbage station and take me to the colorful Lingdao." After finishing speaking, she excitedly stepped forward and grabbed Kong Xuan's hand.

Kong Xuan was upset, and looked at Yang Xinxin aggrieved.

"Xinxin, I hate going to the garbage dump."

Yang Xinxin quickly coaxed him gently, and then coaxed him into a smile, and followed her into the garbage station to find the colorful Lingdao.

After the two disappeared out of thin air, Father Yang and Mother Yang shook their heads and smiled. The daughter and the big demon son-in-law are really happy lovers.

Inside the garbage dump

Yang Xinxin stared dumbfounded at a small pile of seven-color spiritual rice that was piled up in a mess about 1.6 meters high, and each cluster of rice ears glowed with different colors of light.

White, red, black, yellow, purple, green, blue.

Yang Xinxin counted.

Seven colors.

Really seven colors.

"Oh my God, these colorful spiritual rice will glow, how dare I take it out and plant it?" Yang Xinxin reached out to pick up a colorful spiritual rice, frustrated and heartbroken.

This kind of luminous spiritual rice is known, and it will definitely cause a sensation.

Yang Xinxin didn't dare to take risks.

This kind of spiritual rice that can only be seen but not used, she can only reluctantly give up.

Kong Xuan put his hands on his chest, admiring Xinxin's stunned and troubled expression with great interest, the corners of his mouth turned up unconsciously, and when he had admired enough, he kindly said, "The colorful Lingdao will glow because of the rich aura here. The aura of the rice doesn’t dissipate, and when you plant it outside, they won’t shine, they’re just ordinary colorful rice with aura.”

Even if Yang Family Village has set up a gathering spirit formation and a spirit locking formation, the aura still cannot compare with the rich aura of the garbage station, and it would be good to have one percent.

Even the lowest level of spiritual rice requires a huge amount of spiritual energy.

So is pigtail.

Even so, it is still flocking to people.

"That's good, that's good." Yang Xinxin breathed a sigh of relief, and happily packed the small pile of colorful spiritual rice in a bag. Suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, she saw a gourd that was half-buried by the heavenly soil.

"Hey, what is that?"

Curious, Yang Xinxin went over and pulled it out from the ground of the heavenly court, and looked at it carefully. It was a golden gourd engraved with runes, which was very beautiful.

She played with it fondly, then held up the gourd, and asked Kong Xuan who was looking forward to it with disgust.

"Kong Xuan, what's the use of this gourd, is it filled with good things?"

The author has something to say: Thank you for your Huahua, okay?

A relative raised the question of Kong Xuan. I have considered the two ideas mentioned, but I gave up. I just want to write a simple and relaxing article to relax my mood. I hope everyone will enjoy reading the article~~