It's not yet a tense time for the double tournament of the week, and the game is usually followed by a day off. It was also the only day that the club did not stipulate what time to wake up in the morning, nor did it mandate to run laps to warm up. Zuo Lin, who has probably been accustomed to getting up early in the morning to cook the conservatory, still woke up at less than 5 o'clock. It's just that outside of today's room, there is no conservatory that needs him to cook.

Zuo Lin didn't have the habit of not getting up in bed, although it was the morning light outside the window, he still got dressed and prepared to go out for a walk. Zuo Lin, who received his first appearance bonus and win bonus after yesterday's game, is still a little unbelievable. Originally, he thought that planting some herbs and selling them for a few thousand yuan a month was already quite good. Yes, he did have a high income compared to those fellow villagers who also worked in the fields, but compared to the fact that he had been idle on the court for almost two hours and got an envelope containing two bundles of brand new yuan, the original job was almost negligible.

Captain Tao Ye told him that this is still because of the salary limit in the league over the years, and the bonuses have not been so fierce, and the league has just begun, and it is estimated that it will take some time for projects such as winning streaks to be awarded. Tao Ye also maliciously reminded Zuo Lin that the goalkeeper position has not been broken for many consecutive minutes, and there is another special bonus, which may be the most tempting in the Shenbao Club.

A few years ago, Zuo Lin's family, who lived in the Yangtze River Basin, didn't know if their annual income could reach five figures, which was the highest in the village. And now, I'm afraid that Zuo Lin has stepped into the field of professional football for a day to earn more than that year. Zuo Lin, who is accustomed to begging for a life in the dirt, needs some time to digest such changes.

The training and competition uniforms issued by the club are still the most expensive and exquisite clothes that Zuo Lin has, and I remember that Yan Lao said that he would arrange something with him today, and it may not be appropriate to go out in sportswear. Zuo Lin was still wearing clothes that added up to less than 100 yuan. He didn't think there was anything wrong with that. Aside from the fact that the quality of these clothes doesn't quite stand up to the test, it's still a feeling he's used to. After thinking about it, Zolin threw the envelope containing the prize money into the barrel bag, which also belonged to the club's allotment.

Carrying his bag, Zuo Lin slowly walked out of the training base. The base is a bit deserted now. Most of the local players went home last night, and the rest of the team, even if they had any arrangements for today, it was too early now.

Following the path he had long been accustomed to, Zuo Lin returned home. The dog kept at home hadn't seen him for a few days, and he was obviously fat, and greeted Zuo Lin affectionately with his tongue. Now those bungalows are unoccupied, and they have become offices where Yu Pingzhang's students and Yu Pingzhang's students collect and sort out the greenhouse's materials. The bed and other furniture were piled up in the utility room, and in the middle of the room was a computer on the desk, and against the wall were two large data cabinets, which were already thickly bound with several books.

Zuo Lin casually flipped through a booklet, which contained observations of the various crops in his greenhouse, the characteristics of each plant were listed in detail, and then classified according to the botanical system prevailing in the world. Most of the common medicinal materials are okay, and those special varieties cultivated by Zuo Lin himself have more detailed observation data, and after being divided into a certain class and a certain item according to the classification law, only the name column is empty, and Zuo Lin's habitual name for these things is faintly written in pencil.

In the other booklet, there is the monitoring data of the temperature and humidity of the two greenhouses around the clock, etc., they completely follow the way Zuo Lin said to water and fertilize the greenhouse, and open or close the plastic roof of the greenhouse according to the same method. But these records, and these people who take all the data seriously, will eventually master this technology, which may not be much.

The kitchen has not changed much, there is rice in the box, there are vegetables in the refrigerator, and the spices on the table are more abundant. Looking at the stacks of firewood and briquettes next to the stove, you can imagine that the students and teachers who work here enjoy the farmhouse these days.

In the corner of the cupboard, a small clay pot made by Zuo Lin himself was still there. Zuo Lin snickered for a while. This small clay pot is Zuo Lin's favorite kitchenware. This small jar is made of very ordinary clay, and the firing process is very rough. However, this small jar has been with Zuo Lin for many years, especially after following Sun Lao to start studying, almost all the work of burning herbs is done with this small jar. Over time, the small clay pot seems to be soaked in medicinal properties, and no matter what it is used to cook, it will exude a faint grass fragrance. And it is a must for cooking. Zuo Lin was reluctant to throw away this unsightly little mud pot after migrating thousands of miles, and his love for this thing can be seen.

After filling the rice and water, and working hard to light the small stove for burning briquettes, and adding a small clay pot, Zuo Lin thought about having a meal at home. It is estimated that if these rice are used, those college students and graduate students should not be too careful.

Before the rice was cooked, Lin Jinghua came. The civil servant who was supposed to go to work at 9 a.m. before 7 a.m. and the professional soccer player who was supposed to be cooking in the club's dormitory looked at each other, but as if they were taking it for granted, they didn't show any surprise.

"What is it, so fragrant?" Lin Jinghua asked impatiently, twitching his nose.

"I just cooked it and cooked some rice. I didn't know you came so early, maybe a little little. ”

"Rice, what kind of rice can smell like this?" Lin Jinghua looked incredulous, and ran to the edge of the small stove to look at the small clay jar that was not good-looking. "I really didn't see that this little jar was used like this. I thought you were using this to decoct medicine for your grandfather, but everyone didn't dare to throw it after thinking about it for a long time. Lin Jinghua laughed.

Zuo Lin said strangely: "Are you here all these days?

"Teacher Yu is relatively big, and the director knew that Teacher Yu had taken me back then, so he asked me to cooperate with Teacher Yu's research team. The city's funds are still being reported, and they are all tossing with a sum of money given by Yan Lao these days. I just ate and drank here, and I was much more free than working in the resettlement office. ”

In a few words, Lin Jinghua explained the matter clearly. Then he stared at the small jar of rice, as if to see something from the pitted surface of the small jar of mud.

After more than 20 minutes, the rice was cooked. As soon as the small clay jar was opened, the aroma immediately filled the room. The two of them snorted and finished a small jar of rice in less than two minutes.

Watching Zuo Lin wash the mud jar and dry it with a gradually extinguishing fire, and then take a few sheets of copy paper to wrap the small jar and put it in a barrel bag, Lin Jinghua frowned and asked, "Zuo Lin, what is this for?"

"Take a look?" Zuo Lin's mouth spurted towards the large room outside, and said, "I guess you will be staying here for a while." I still think it's really good to work in the fields, but do you think it's really possible to come back to farming? ”

Zuo Lin was indeed a little dissatisfied. It's only been a few days since I left, and that's what my home looks like. He can't hold a grudge. Because all the people around him were helping him for various purposes. Although Yu Pingzhang came up with this set of doves occupying the magpie's nest, Yu Pingzhang made it very clear that when this set of things came out, the first credit must be recorded in his name.

For home, Zuo Lin has mixed feelings. He didn't know where he was now. Whether it's thousands of miles away from the waterline, or a few bungalows here. The geographical significance of home was completely meaningless to him. Now, with his parents working tens of thousands of miles away and his grandfather living in a sanatorium on the edge of Dianshan Paste, these bungalows have no meaning of home. However, Zuo Lin's expectations for a warm and intimate family are increasing day by day.

Taking this little clay jar with you is just a simple sign of moving from one dwelling to another. Even if the club's dormitory is not a good place to live, it is questionable whether this insignificant little mud jar can be used.

Lin Jinghua nodded in understanding and said, "Yes." However, there are a lot of questions that have accumulated these days, and you came here today to ask you. I guess there will be a lot of questions in the future, so you don't have any contact information?"

Zuo Lin was stunned, the landline at home became office supplies, and Zuo Lin didn't have a mobile phone yet. He was a little embarrassed and said, "Wait a minute, I'll go out and buy a mobile phone, and I'll get the number when I get it." ”

Lin Jinghua has a set of business cards, but most of the civil servants like him serve farmers are farmers, so the name of this business card has been changed to "Civil Affairs Service Card". Lin Jinghua took out a civil affairs service card and stuffed it into Zuo Lin's hand, and said, "Just call me after you get your mobile phone, and come over to help solve some problems first." ”

took out a relatively thin folder from the data cabinet and took out a shorthand book, Lin Jinghua asked the questions accumulated in the past few days one by one.

This is the area that Zuo Lin is most familiar with. In this small piece of land in the greenhouse, Zuo Lin is a god-like existence. Especially those special plants that do not appear in any plant catalog, only Zuo Lin can explain their habits one by one. Zuo Lin had no special training in agriculture or botany, and he did not need such training, but he was able to explain the characteristics of all plants in plain language. The entanglement of roots between plants, the tumbling of earthworms under the soil, the expedition of ants on wet stones...... Everything in the greenhouse can be explained in this way, and there is suddenly a simple poetry in Zuo Lin's plain language clock: as if this small world should run like this......

Nature itself is so lovely and amiable, and Zuo Lin doesn't need to embellish anything, just tell the things he knows like that.

If you can say this when you join the teacher's class, or if you can explain more of this in those documentaries full of technical terms, maybe you will have a deeper understanding of the world. Unconsciously, such an idea popped up in Lin Jinghua's mind.

At 8 o'clock, the students who "interned" here arrived one after another. Seeing Lin Jinghua sitting precariously listening to Zuo Lin's explanation, the shorthand skills he had practiced hard in countless report meetings were being fully exerted. The shorthand book looks like it's already a few pages full. Listening to what Zuo Lin is saying, it seems to be their question these days. Although there is no terminology, Zuo Lin's explanation is so kind and concise, a student moved a stool and sat down on the side, and after a while, the students who came one after another formed a special small class.

"Could it be that this guy is the legendary Zuo Lin Zuo God?" a student secretly speculated, but just guessed the facts. None of them had ever seen Zuo Lin, but they had only heard that the two magical greenhouses were made by a young man named Zuo Lin. The student looked at Zuo Lin carefully, young ...... It's too young, indeed. This guy is not even the age of a college student, but he can explain incomparably complex things in such poetic language.

However, before everyone could finish listening, a black sedan stopped in the open space outside the door. A young man in a black suit walked into the room, seemingly unaware that everyone was listening a little distractedly, and asked a little inappropriately, "Is Zuo Lin there?"

Zuo Lin raised his head in amazement and responded, "I am." ”

"I was sent by Elder Yan to pick you up. The club said you went out early in the morning, so I'm here to look for you. The man said.

Lin Jinghua was still unsatisfied, but he knew that Yan Lao must also have something to find Zuo Lin, so he frowned and said, "Zuo Lin, you go first." Would you like to come back again?"

Zuo Lin nodded apologetically and said, "I'll come over after I come back from Elder Yan." ”

The young man didn't pay much attention to the hostile gaze in the room. Even if he knew in advance that it would ruin the atmosphere, he would not hesitate to interrupt this small "lecture", for him, Yan Lao's instructions had an extremely high priority.

Sitting in the car, the calfskin seats are indeed very comfortable, but Zuo Lin is always a little unaccustomed. This luxurious car was clearly dragging Zuo Lin away from a simple life, and now, Zuo Lin couldn't do anything about it. The young man did not seem to have any intention of talking to Zuo Lin. And Zuo Lin, who had nothing to do, had to sit in the back seat and read the newspaper. It seems that he has been prepared for a long time, and there are several newspapers published that day in the back seat: Oriental Morning Post, Yicai and the like, which are all big newspapers with some taste, and the next to this stack of newspapers seems to be specially prepared for Zuo Lin: "Football" and "Popular Photography". That "Popular Photography" is the issue that Zuo Lin read with relish on the court yesterday, and it is estimated that there is not enough time for Zuo Lin to finish reading, so he specially prepared this book in the car. And the photo of Zuo Lin in the headline "Please don't let me be too bored" in the "Football" newspaper made Zuo Lin feel a little funny. Looking at the article, it seems that his evaluation of himself is not very bad, and this is very satisfying to Zuo Lin.