The next day, Xiaogang found the eldest brother and asked him if he could buy some seeds or vegetable seedlings. Because there is a small vegetable garden of 20 square meters in front of the window, it is also idle to be idle, it is better to plant some vegetables and have something to do. The eldest brother of Pen &www.biquge.info amp; Fun & Pavilion said that he could, and in the afternoon he rode a motorcycle and brought three bundles of tomato seedlings. Xiaogang had never planted the ground, and under the guidance of the eldest brother, he turned over the ground, leveled out neat ditches, and pressed the tomato seedlings evenly into the ground. The eldest brother found a bucket from the house and asked him to go to the loop to fetch a bucket of water and come back. Xiao Gang asked if there was anything else? 2 barrels balanced, big brother found another one. To say that people are emotional animals, and they are not tired of working if they have the enthusiasm, Xiao Gang is like a monk in Shaolin, carrying water like flying, and soon the seedlings are all watered. The eldest brother said: "In the future, water the seedlings once in the morning and once in the evening, and don't let him dry out." Don't water in the middle of the day, because the ground will be dry and hard and the seedlings will die. Xiao Gang agreed and thought to himself: "Ideas work for people, will they also work for plants?" Anyway, if you have nothing to do, let's do an experiment. "It just so happens that tomatoes are also planted in the small courtyard of Brother Zhao's house, and the two can be compared. On those days, the weather was sunny and sunny, and I went to the river every day to carry water and water the ground, and my life became regular, and my mood was naturally much better. The small seedlings that have eased up are shining with a fresh green light in the morning sun. When watering, Xiao Gang didn't add any thoughts, but just had a pure affection. He poured water under each seedling with a small ladle, which was calm and joyful. Compared with Brother Zhao's seedlings, Xiaogang's tomato seedlings grow fast and strong, and the colors are bright. One day, Brother Zhao was applying farm fertilizer in the field, and when he saw Xiao Gang watering, he stood up and said, "It's not enough to water alone, you have to apply some fertilizer." Or maybe it's a lack of nutrients. Xiao Gang thought so, but he didn't like to make the ground smelly, so he said: "My water is in the hetao, and it is also very nutritious by the toilet." He wasn't either, the water was darker than somewhere else, but it didn't smell. And it is obvious that Xiaogang's seedlings are a large piece taller than Brother Zhao's, and it is not an exaggeration to describe them as thriving. It seems that people have to do something to live, no matter how big or small it will give people a sense of achievement, many people don't want to admit it, but the sense of achievement is indeed people's spiritual motivation. At night, Xiao Gang no longer feels so lonely, he feels the vitality of tomatoes, although Buddhism classifies plants as ruthless beings, but Xiao Gang feels that it also has youth and vitality.

Under the warm light, Xiao Gang casually opened "Journey to the West" and happened to see a small story that he usually doesn't pay attention to. It is said that the four masters and apprentices were separated in a vast primeval deep forest, and Tang Seng met four gorgeously dressed and talkative people, and tasted tea among the pines. As soon as everyone saw the master, they all stood up to greet him and warmly invited Xuanzang to enjoy the moon and write poems together. Xuanzang saw that the four of them were all fairy bones, thinking that he had met a fairy, so he happily sat down. Everyone wrote a poem, especially the young and beautiful woman, who wrote a poem as fresh and gorgeous as he looked, refined and elegant, which attracted the high monk Ya Xingdou, and wrote a poem loudly, and the chic and talented came to applaud. It won the heart of the fairy, and wanted to use the good day to achieve good, so frightened that the mage shouted for his apprentice. Xiao Gang was overjoyed to see it, thinking that he might not be able to survive the 81 difficulty, especially the beauty pass. The world only sees the hardships and tribulations of the mage, but the author sees a different wonderful life, Wu Chengen must be a master of cultivation. It's only more than 9 o'clock today, and I'm sleepy, Xiao Gang pulled the dear pillow and realized why Mr. Yun asked Zhou Junchang to plant trees.

One Sunday, the sky was blue, and Xiao Gang walked out of the door and stretched. Turning his head and seeing Brother Zhao and his sister-in-law busy in the field, he walked over, "Brother Zhao, what are you doing?" "The tomato seedlings have worms, so I'll buy some medicine and get them. Xiao Gang went over and saw that there were some small holes in the leaves, but he didn't see any insects. "Where's the bug? So powerful? "On the back of the leaf. Xiao Gang turned the page and looked at it himself, wow, a bunch of little black worms, quite disgusting. He suddenly remembered his seedlings, and hurriedly went to the field to observe, hey, it is rare to see little black insects, but he sees a lot of big sisters. "Brother Zhao, it's not good, my seedlings are bigger than your insects." "Look at how many stars are on its back? The seven stars are beneficial insects, and they are pest-eaters. Xiao Gang counted, it was really seven stars, it seems that they are all beneficial insects, no wonder I didn't see a small hole in the leaf. After more than half a month, the seedlings grew half a meter high, the thick tappet grew fine fluff, and the small persimmons that emerged were the size of walnuts, glowing with an attractive emerald green, as delicate as a jade pendant. But it is not as dense as Brother Zhao's family, so much, it seems that the output is low. But looking at the fruits of my hard work, there is a kind of happiness and joy that is difficult to express in words. The harvest season is quietly coming, and the tomatoes are secretly red with delicate little faces. That red has a healthy carmine in it, which makes the color of the tomatoes more ornamental reddish-pink. What's even more commendable is that the tomatoes are as neat as carved out of a mold, and they are all going up in threes and twos. Compared with Brother Zhao's house, the size is different, the shape is different, and the immature is more than 20% more, and the quality is 2 times higher. Every time the persimmon is broken, you can see a layer of white and fine sand, and the taste is very wonderful when you bite into it, and I will never see that kind of sand tomato again. When you see your parents, big brothers and sisters-in-law, neighbors and friends eating your own tomatoes and praising them, you know where happiness is.