I have special farming skills

"Grandma, how about this tea?"

Most of the chrysanthemum tea at home is drunk by grandma, and they rarely drink it.Grandma Ye put down her cup and nodded:

"Grow it in your own house, dry it, and put it out of the fire."

"Sweet! It's very comfortable to drink! Don't you like it, Brother Ye?" Tao Silang also spoke. He couldn't tell the feeling, but drinking this chrysanthemum tea is indeed better than ordinary white water.

Ye Quan scratched his head, poured himself a cup of chrysanthemum tea, and also poured a cup for Jumang who was concentrating on playing with his mobile phone:

"What's the difference between this and ordinary chrysanthemum tea?"

"What did that fan say drinking this tea cured her? Ask us if we can sell it?"

Grandma Ye thought for a while and said:

"The chrysanthemums you picked were all dried in the sun, and the total weight was only two catties. I gave some to Wang Yi's family, but there are not many... If it can treat her illness, just give it to her."

Ye Quan thought the same way, anyway, there was not much, and it was fine to send her a courier together, as if it was helping someone.

Unexpectedly, a red envelope of 500 yuan was sent over there.

"Yueban: Thank you! Good man! I know this money is nothing, but thank you for your kindness! Can you continue to provide me with this kind of chrysanthemum tea? I can buy it at 500 yuan per catty."

Ye Quan was silent...

Just after lunch, Wang Yi came again.

As soon as I entered the door, I went straight to the shelf where the chrysanthemums were dried, and it was a pity to see that it was empty.He patted Ye Quan on the shoulder and asked him to read his news list. Five old fans asked him at the same time if he could continue to sell chrysanthemum tea.

Tao Silang, who watched the fun on the sidelines, sighed:

"I think it's delicious too, but Brother Ye has already sold all of them... right, old man?"

There seemed to be a sense of loss in Fatty Chirping's voice.

Ye Quan couldn't bear the two black lines, why did this white dumpling become fat?

"They didn't tell me and I didn't ask my parents, but after asking, I found out that grandma's gums are no longer inflamed, and grandma also said that it is delicious. Don't talk about fans, I want to buy some more from you."

Ye Quan punched Wang Yi, he said with a smile:

"You still told me to buy it, and I will kill you."

Wang Yi laughed foolishly, and Jumang said lightly:

"It can be planted again."

Ye Quan nodded, that's true. After they cut the last batch of chrysanthemums for sale, it has been almost half a month, and those branches that have not been cut have sprouted new shoots, according to the normal speed. , there should be buds again in a few months.

"Chrysanthemum buds, are they so good?"

Tao Silang asked, Wang Yi scratched his head, but he couldn't figure it out:

"I used to have them at home, but it doesn't seem to be as good as this one. It should be grown by myself. The effect is better. When the flowers were sold that day, the flowers were also beautiful, and I guess the variety is also good."

Ye Quan's thoughts moved. If the ratio of seven catties of fresh flowers to dry for one catty of dried flowers was 500 yuan per catty, wouldn't he be able to earn more money?

This idea was finally expressed.

Ye Quan flipped through the big bag of blooming chrysanthemums, and said:

"Try using this chrysanthemum to dry in the sun. Is it unique to this species, or is it unique to our family?"

"Thanks for your hard work, Xiao Tao, your delivery is really fast. The times are good now!"

Grandma sat on the small bench, and she nimbly cut off the chrysanthemum stalks with small scissors. Flowers fell from her rough hands, and the bitter, blunt fragrance diffused around the small house.

Tao Silang, who was praised, stroked his yellow hair in embarrassment, and his tail protruded from the stool, and he swung it.Fortunately, from that angle, Grandma Ye couldn't see it.

Ye Quan also joined with small scissors, handling these chrysanthemums from the flower and tree base.

……

The moonlight outside the window shone in, and Ye Quan turned around on the bed, unable to fall asleep. He had seen all the spaces of those old fans.

One said it cured acne for many years, another said it cured rhinitis, and another said that the old man in the family drank it to be particularly energetic...how is it so miraculous?Cure all diseases, the same as Shi Quan Da Bu Wan?

If it wasn't about the chrysanthemum...if it was the special effect brought by the demon...if there were any side effects... Ye Quan suddenly opened his eyes, and the moonlight had already slanted.

There seemed to be a strong wind blowing outside the window, and the leaves of the locust tree kept rustling. When Ye Quan opened the window, the wind rushed to his face, and the curtains also bulged.

Among the shaking locust tree leaves, the silhouette of a person is very obvious, sitting motionless on the treetop, meeting his eyes.

"Ju Mang."

He was bathed in the moonlight, covered with a layer of frost from head to toe, which was deeper than before, and the sea in his eyes had also condensed.

The way he looked at him was like looking at a plant. He was sitting on a branch, and his whole body had the majesty of a god.

Ye Quan frowned, and swept away the uncomfortable feeling in his heart:

"Why are you outside again, still not sleeping?"

After a while, Jumang, who was staring at him, said lightly:

"This question, should you ask yourself?"

Yes, demons don't need to sleep at night.

The evening wind mixed with moisture blew over, and the hotness in Ye Quan's heart finally dissipated.He simply propped the window and said:

"How did the effect of chrysanthemum tea come about? Is it because of you?"

Jumang shook his head, his facial features did not change a bit:

"It's because of you."

"Me?" Ye Quan raised his hands to look at them. There is nothing special about these hands, because the knuckles have become thicker due to work, "I don't understand what you mean."

"Is this a good thing?"

But Gou Mang didn't answer him any more, and jumped straight from the locust tree, and turned into the window of his room.

Ye Quan was left alone, staring at the empty branches in a daze.His cell phone ding-dong beeped, and there was a private message.

"Master Wang: Is that you? Koizumi."

……

"Boss Ye, didn't you sleep well?"

Ye Quan waved his hand, not really wanting to talk, he lowered his head to check the status of Chrysanthemum.

Most of the places that were cut off started to sprout new shoots in twos and threes. To ensure the entire nutrient supply, they had to leave one or two of them and pick off the others.

This is a very tedious task, and several people picked it silently in the greenhouse.Ye Quan suddenly said:

"Selling chrysanthemum tea is also very profitable. I plan to go to the village committee to rent a few more acres of land in the afternoon."

"Great, Boss, your career is getting better and better, just like my brother."

Ye Quan laughed, and glanced at Jumang, who was carefully picking new shoots with demonic power, in the corner of the shed, and his eyes collided with his.

"I just have this talent, I have to use it well! Make a lot of money! Live a good life!"

This is the answer he thought about all night.

After hearing this, Jumang lowered his eyebrows, wondering what he was thinking.

In view of going to the village committee, Ye Quan still invited Wang Yi, and Tao Silang and Ju Mang followed.Four people knocked on the door of the village chief Baidou, and he was taken aback, especially Tao Silang and Jumang, with their colorful hair, looked like outsiders.

"Xiao Quan'er, when did you come back?" Village Chief Bai was almost 60 years old. He took a puff of cigarette and squinted his eyes. "It's good to be back. Uncle, what's the matter?"

"Uncle, I want to occupy a few acres of land in the village."

"Third Lord, isn't that a few acres by the river in the east of the village deserted?" Wang Yi obediently offered a pack of cigarettes, and Ye Quan also brought a bottle of white wine.

He took a puff of cigarette and looked at the two young men:

"I don't want cigarettes and alcohol. You can take them back and keep them for your family. Why rent land? Rent the wasteland by the river, which has five acres."

"Uncle Dou, I want to plant flowers."

Wang Dou frowned and smoked. The wasteland by the river was the old man in the village passed away, and there was no one at home, so the land was shaken, and there were no children, so the land returned to the village.If it is too cheap to rent out, the villagers will definitely not agree, but growing flowers... how much money can you earn?

Several people listened to the old man in silence. The young people in the village had traveled too much, and a lot of land was deserted.How much income can be obtained from farming, maybe even the rent of the land has to be paid by oneself.

"Uncle Dou, I've thought it through. You will rent all five acres of land to me! I'm sure I won't lose money."

Wang Dou smiled at Ye Quan, his wife walked in from the outside, and she was very happy when she saw Ye Quan:

"You have big eyes and fair skin, just like when you were a child!"

Ye Quan smiled, and Wang Dou also took out several documents and a piece of manuscript paper from the drawer:

"You give 3 yuan a year, and all the wasteland by the river will be leased to you! This way every family can get some money, and they won't say anything."

"Row!"

Ye Quan readily signed the handwritten contract, and both Wang Yi and Tao Silang were happy for him.

In this way, it is definitely necessary to ask someone to loosen the soil in the wasteland before erecting the greenhouse.

It was a huge project, and Ye Quan paid for it and hired people, and it took him almost a month to finish it all.

The greenhouses by the Baishui River are connected together, not alone, but very conspicuous - the whole Baishui Village knows that the only grandson of the Ye family has returned and wants to plant flowers in the village.

"Can it be planted?" "Who knows, just wait and see!"...Wang Yi always hears such discussions, and every time he sees Ye Quan, who is getting darker and darker, he always tells himself:

He can!

The newly planted chrysanthemums are full of vitality. Every time Ye Quan goes to see them, he touches the chrysanthemums from the first one to the last one, hoping that they will grow better.

For them loosening the soil, watering, fertilizing, and killing insects, every drop of sweat flowed into the farmland. In just two months, new flower buds appeared.

When picking off the extra buds and preparing to make a new batch of chrysanthemum tea, Tao Sanlang, who they had been waiting for for a long time, finally sent a message.

Only Tao Silang occasionally goes back to maintain the Tao’s flower and tree base. Tao Sanlang often leaves for a long time without news, this time is not too short. Tao Silang has gotten used to it a lot. When he saw the news, he immediately ran to Ye Quan look:

"I found the female Taoist priest, it's in Nanhui City!"

Ye Quan and the other two monsters surrounded the mobile phone and dialed Tao Sanlang's number.

"Yes, I'm sure, it must be her! This is the photo I found, Boss, can you take a look?"

Click on the photo, and the woman inside is wearing a loose black graduate outfit, her whole body is elegant, except for a smear of red at the end of her eyes, her expression is very sharp, she is wearing a graduation cap, and she is smiling faintly.

"This... is this... a college student?"

"It's her."