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Chapter 474: A Miracle Grown

"What's the call, suck some blood at most. The car boss came over, squatted at the feet of the second fat man, and then clicked the small bags under his eyes. Suddenly, the cigarette pouch pot was buckled on the foot of the second fat man.

The black worm's body twisted and fell to the ground, wide in the middle, thin on both sides, flat abdomen, and even two suckers in the front and back, which were fixed on the skin of the second fat man just now.

"Is it a leech?" the fat man finally saw the name.

"In the south, this thing is called a leech, and we call it a water bug here, but I haven't heard of the leech you said. "The car boss doesn't know much about the names in these books.

"Dare to suck my blood and trample you to death!" The second fat man was angry, raised his foot and stepped on it several times, but the leech seemed to have a strong ability to withstand heavy pressure, and it was still bending back and forth on the ground, which was really a bit provocative.

The second fat man took out a sickle head from his body, and viciously slashed at the leech on the ground, simply cutting it in two.

Unexpectedly, his arm was grabbed: "It's useless to chop, this thing is similar to an earthworm, and it can still survive if it is cut in two." It was the old medicine who spoke, and he used a branch to pick up the leech into the basin: "This is mine." ”

"Grandpa Yao, you also like to have pets. Qiqi leaned over to the old medicine and looked at the black-green insects swimming like waves in the basin, and he was not afraid at all.

"Raise this as a pet?" the wild boys roared, and they felt a sense of awe in their hearts for this kind of blood-sucking thing.

"This is the best medicinal herb—" The old medicine man said with a smile, in his eyes, probably anything can be used in medicine.

The fat man listened, and pondered beside him. Lao Yaozi was playing with the leeches in the basin while telling stories to the little children: "In the past, on the battlefield, if you were injured, you used this to absorb pus and blood, right?"

Thinking of the scene of putting a few leeches on their bodies, everyone felt a little numb in their heads, but the fat man suddenly slapped his thigh: "Oops, I remembered, this thing is valuable, it is called soft gold!"

Lao Yaozi scratched his head: "It's not so exaggerated, there are some sold in the pharmacy, and the cheap ones are very cheap, similar to scorpions and centipedes." However, dried leeches are quite effective in the treatment of menstrual amenorrhea, abdominal pain, blood accumulation, injury and blood stasis, carbuncle erysipelas and other symptoms. ”

The fat man scratched his head, and he couldn't help but make a few hey noises in his mouth. He said soft gold, and that was twenty years later. Due to water pollution and the abuse of pesticides and fertilizers, leeches in their natural state are becoming more and more scarce.

At this time, leeches have shown excellent efficacy in the treatment of cardiovascular and cerebrovascular diseases and cancer, so the value of this little scary insect has doubled.

And because it is not easy to raise and breed, the price will be higher and higher. And at this time, basically as long as there is something in the gutter, there is this thing, so it is not worth anything at all.

However, in the eyes of the fat man, this thing has become a potential stock, think about the ecological environment of Nanwazi If it is protected, such a large area, the breeding of leeches is also promising. Or just catch the wild and sell it for a good price.

"Hehe, in Uncle Yaozi's eyes, everything is medicinal herbs, and in my eyes, everything is money. The fat man sighed in his heart, there are treasures everywhere around him, but the premise is that this land must be guarded.

The turmoil brought by the little leech soon passed, and the babies were taught a lesson by the old medicine, and the fear in their hearts disappeared, and even the second fat child did not produce a little psychological shadow, and he still picked up rice ears in the rice field in the afternoon.

By the end of the afternoon, the paddy fields were basically half harvested, and the harvest would be completed tomorrow and one day. Bags of rice were also beaten out from the temporary yard, and they were neatly stacked there.

When the fat man leaned over, he saw He Mancang grabbing a handful of rice with a shell, weighing it in his hand, and muttering in his mouth: "It's really true-"

"Uncle Mancang, what's this rice like?" In addition to the fat man's concern about the yield, he also pays more attention to the quality, although the rice seed is selected above, but the soil quality, especially the water quality and fertilizer, will have an impact on the quality of the rice.

At this point, the fat man's heart is still relatively bottom-up, first, the water and soil of Nanwazi are very suitable for planting rice, in He Mancang's words, the water here is more fertile.

Second, the fertilizer is relatively sufficient, whether it is pond mud or plant ash or farmhouse fertilizer, there are a lot of quantities, which are all quality assurances.

The most critical point, which is also something that cannot be done in other places, is also the most characteristic of backing the mountain, that is, the water quality here has been improved by fat people.

Many factors are combined, if there is a problem with the quality of rice, then the fat man dares to pat his chest and assure: it must be the problem of the rice seed. But after all, he couldn't rest assured, and the fat man couldn't help but ask the old rice farmer for advice.

He Mancang had a trace of doubt on his face: "This kind of Fengxing No. 3 is a variety cultivated by the Provincial Agricultural University, which is more suitable for our northern growth, but why do I feel a little different?"

The fat man's heart sank suddenly: There are many things that fake rice planting pits harm farmers, but those are all things that will happen in the future, and it is estimated that this has not been done yet. What's more, this is a special rice planting base set up by the central government, who would dare to do this.

"Fatty, it's time to raise seedlings in spring, do you remember what the rice seeds look like?" He Mancang asked the fat man instead.

"It's been months, I've forgotten about it for a long time - but I kept some of it at the time, hehe. The fat man took out a small cloth bag from his pocket, and when he opened it, it contained golden rice seeds.

"You kid really knows how to keep his hands back. He Mancang was overjoyed, grabbed the same, and then put it in front of his eyes and carefully compared. How did he know that the fat man was coarse and fine, and he was afraid that if there was any problem with the rice seeds, it would be good to have evidence.

It's not better than not knowing, but only when compared can it be distinguished. Two handfuls of rice put together, although they are both the same variety, but the difference is very obvious.

The newly beaten rice grains should be significantly larger and look fuller, and when the outer husks are peeled off, the grains will be fuller, and the color will be white and green, giving people a very crystalline feeling. It seems that instead of grain, a small piece of uncarved jade was seen.

The fat man scratched his head, and his face changed greatly: "Why is it different from the rice I ate before, it is abrupt, is there a problem with the quality?"

He Mancang shook his head: "The edible rice has to be planed when it is processed, and it is obviously crystal clear, which is not the best grade." The best beige is this bluish-white. However, Fengsheng No. 3 was not originally like this, was it?"

After speaking, he peeled off the original rice seed, and saw that the inside was pure milky white. Then, He Mancang threw the blue-white one into his mouth and chewed it carefully.

"Immediately ask someone to pull a bag back to the village, hit it out overnight, and then let's stew rice and taste it." He Mancang's face was full of excitement, for an experienced rice farmer like him, there were few things that could make him so excited.

The fat man also felt a little unusual, and people in the countryside often said that it was a mule that was pulled out for a walk and put on the grain, whether it was good or bad, and it had to be tasted to know.

So he hurriedly sent someone to set up the car, and the fat man directly carried two sacks of new rice and threw them up, and then the car owner personally pulled them back to the village.

I heard that they were going back to fetch rice, and the little babies couldn't move anymore, so they were going to use a carriage to pull them all back, but now it's good, none of them are moving, and they all squeak and squeak into the horse rack.

The next morning, when everyone had breakfast and went to work in the fields, the carriage of the owner of the car rushed back, and the two sacks were still on the car, but they were slightly deflated than before, after all, in the process of beating rice, there was also some loss.

"Hurry up and simmer the rice. He Mancang seemed more anxious than those little babies, but those old ladies were a little helpless, asking them to cook bud rice and sorghum rice or something, but this rice has really not been stewed, and there are so many at once, what should I do if I smash the pot?

Seeing this situation, the fat man had to personally command, asking them to wash the rice twice, only to see a grain of rice beads round and jade, after washing, a little out of the water hibiscus feeling, look at it to attract people.

Then put the rice into the pot, add water, and just flood the rice, and the fire starts in the pit below.

The fat man used to stew rice with a rice cooker, and a big pot like this put dozens of catties of rice in it at once, and he never did it. But I still know the ratio of water to rice, and it's better than those old ladies who have never done it.

The heat boiled, and then it slowly simmered, and the pot made a soft gurgling sound, and a smell of rice gradually began to emit out.

The fat man lay next to the lid of the pot and sucked his nose vigorously, such a pure and rich rice fragrance seemed to have never appeared in his memory.

Even the little baby working over there was a little absent-minded, and ran over from time to time to investigate, and all the little faces were full of expectation. They don't need to eat it, just this smell has already hooked out the gluttonous worms in their stomachs.

The old ladies also seemed to feel that this meal was unusual, and they were all busy making vegetables, and they also deliberately made some fish sauce and picked up a lot of pickles from the greenhouse.

At twelve o'clock at noon, the meal was opened on time, and the fat man also lifted the lid of the pot with apprehension, and after the steam dissipated, he saw a snow-white in the pot, which was a kind of crystal white, a grain of rice, like a white and fat doll. The fat man never thought that ordinary rice would be so tempting.

He Mancang couldn't wait to put a few grains of rice into his mouth, and nodded while chewing: "This is the best rice I've ever tasted, fat man, we have grown a miracle." ”

The fat man holds a rice shovel in his hand, that is, a big shovel, and then brings it to his mouth, gnaws down a few grains of rice on the side, and passes it on his tongue, which is smooth and greasy, as if adding oil to it;

And the best thing is the aroma, which is a real rice fragrance, not mixed with any impurities, without the slightest trace of artificial processing, just so natural, just so natural.

The fat man waved the big shovel violently and flipped it in the pot a few times: "Take the big pot, everyone hurry up and put a bowl to taste." ”

A big pot full of rice, a cauldron of 100 prints, and in the end, even the remaining pot helmet was snatched by the little baby, this thing chewed and rattled, fragrant and crispy, it was just one word "delicious".

"Second fat man, how many bowls do you eat?" the fat man patted his belly, burped, and then asked the little baby next to him.

"Hehe, fat uncle, I patronized and ate, I didn't check. The second fat man said with a smile, looking at the other babies, they were also nodding there.

"A bunch of useless things, I don't even know how many bowls of dry rice I can eat!" The fat man scolded with a smile, and then turned to He Mancang: "Uncle Mancang, shouldn't we also have a name for this rice?"