"It's great, it's so happy that there is no coldest time," Maizi said happily. Because she still thinks about the winter in the north of the earth, thinking that it is the coldest time.

"Grandpa, are there four seasons here? Well, that is to say, it is warmer, when it is very hot, or when it is very cold, "Maizi excitedly gave a sentence of the four seasons.

"Hehe, the federation does not have such a division, because there are too many planets in the federation, and the climate and seasons of each planet are different, so there is no unified standard" Grandpa Mai understands the language of the child, so he is very patient to popularize the science of Maizi.

"The time you go to school is the time when the Federation uses the main planet as the standard to determine the school time of all planets" Grandpa Mai put down the parts in his hand, he felt that he didn't have the heart to make things now, it was better to talk to his little granddaughter.

"Well, how to say it, because the length of day and night on each planet is different, and there are too many planets, there is no way to unify all of them with one standard, so some have a unified standard, and some don't, according to the local calculation." Grandpa Mai said.

The reserve energy at home is still less, not enough to withstand the cold here, it seems that you have to work overtime to do the work, otherwise what if the weather is cold? It's still early to cool down, but what about two children? Or be prepared in advance and rest assured.

Grandpa Mai regained his emotions and began to pick up the parts he had just made again.

Mai Zifa was stunned for a long time, and when she saw that Grandpa Mai was busy again, she ran to mess with her nursery.

I remember that in my previous life, my grandmother had to soak seeds for 3 or 4 days, but the climate here was much warmer than when I soaked seeds in the previous spring, and I didn't dare to soak the wheat for too long.

It is estimated that the soaked rice seeds are almost there, and it is not good to soak them for too long, otherwise they will rot in the ground when the seedlings are raised in the future, which will affect the seedling emergence rate.

The wheat drains the water from the pot and drains the seeds to dry them out a little. If there is too much moisture when the seeds are in the soil, it will also make the seeds moldy and rotten.

Then I found some fine soil, put a little grass ash, mixed evenly, put the seeds in the end, and shook it lightly to let the seeds get some grass ash mixed soil, which is to prevent insects from eating the seeds.

Although I didn't see any insects when I turned the soil, it didn't mean that there weren't.

Wheat carefully spread the prepared rice seeds as evenly as possible in the nursery.

Forehead? How do you rake it? After the seeds are sown, they should be gently raked on the surface of the ground to prevent some of the seeds from being exposed to the outside and letting the sun directly dry to death.

The ploughing rat that grandpa invented was too deep, and the seeds were directly covered to death, and it didn't work. This seedling should not be too deep or too shallow, which will affect the emergence rate.

"Grandpa, can you make something, it's like a hand, the handle is very long" Maizi gestured "This thorn is relatively short, it doesn't need to be very sharp"

"Grandpa try" Grandpa Mai put down the water glass in his hand and went to find the materials.

Wheat is holding a light rake, or pure black, how do you look at it and how does it feel weird? Does it not feel like a rake because the handle is not wooden?

Wheat shook his head and gently and carefully pulled the nursery in his hand. In fact, the nursery is not large, it is 80 centimeters wide and less than 5 meters long.

It took a while for the wheat to finish, and it felt like it was not good to be raw.

In the past, when I raised seedlings with my grandmother, there were many nurseries at that time, and I had to quickly rake the epidermis of the nursery to the side, and people were almost tired to death at the end of the day, and they couldn't straighten their waists.

The temperature difference here at night is not large, and there is no need to cover the nursery with an insulation layer, and the nursery can be naked directly in this weather.

There is no need for any small shed seedlings, looking at the thermometer outside the room, it is almost noon, and the temperature is less than 30 degrees.

The soil humidity is just right, the nursery is too wet, and the seeds will soak to death.

"Girl, it's time to eat" Grandma Mai didn't know when she would come back.

"Coming" Maizi looked at the neat and flat nursery, and really wanted to kiss ~

……

"I'm so hungry" Maizi's stomach growled, "Why does grandma still eat mush at noon, and there are no fish balls?" Maizi asked without raising his head.

"I've been eating mush lately, and I'll eat it when I'm going to eat fish balls" Grandma Mai reluctantly took a bite of mush, and she also felt that mush didn't seem to be so delicious.

"Wow, wow, wow..."Little Bun suddenly cried.

This is something that has never happened before, especially when it comes to eating, Xiao Baozi is extremely serious about eating, and everything is on the sidelines.

Grandma lied again, saying that the good fish balls were gone, and she would cry even if she was hungry and wanted to eat. Well, eat first and then cry~ Otherwise, I won't have the strength to cry.

"Wow, wow, wow..."

The whole family collectively looked dumbfounded, even if the little bun cried, he still didn't forget to eat a mouthful of mush, I really don't know what to say.

Grandpa Mai glared at Grandma Mai and stopped Grandma Mai from trying to coax Xiao Baozi.

Maizi laughed directly, can you not be so unambitious, little bun! Maizi thought of Grandma Mai's promise to give Xiao Baozi fish balls, but she didn't eat them.

"O(∩_∩)O hahaha~" Maizi smiled and his face twitched.

"Woo woo woo...."Let's continue to eat the mush, otherwise the fish balls will not be eaten, and the mush will be gone, it will be really miserable."

Grandpa Mai ate calmly, watching the little bun slowly calm down from the corner of his eyes, and the corner of his mouth pulled out an angle.

"Grandpa, I just put the nursery... The seeds are planted," Mai said.

"Hehe, you always like to mess with names, and everything in the house is named by you" Grandpa Mai heard new words popping out of his little granddaughter's mouth again, and he didn't feel strange at all!

Because Maizi often inadvertently, a word or sentence that he doesn't understand will pop up, and he will be puzzled at first, and after a long time, he will not realize that there is anything.

And he found that Maizi has a good talent for language, and sometimes it is very appropriate to describe something, which makes people feel that it should be said that! Although sometimes I don't understand!

Grandpa Mak didn't understand what 'nursery' meant, but he felt that it was worth knowing that 'nursery' was the name of Wheat's little piece of land.

Grandpa Mai found that this girl's brain circuit is different from that of a normal child!

Children love gibberish and are very naïve! But his little granddaughter, although she is also very naïve, always carries it in her innocence, and there is an indescribable sense of maturity!

If you use Maizi's hometown dialect, it is down-to-earth naivety!

"Plant-good--?" Grandma Mai thinks it's so unrealistic, is she sleepwalking? Why did she hear such incredible words?

"Yes, the seedlings will emerge in a few days," Mai Zi replied without paying attention to the mush.

"What? What are you..."Grandma Mai suddenly raised the eighth note, paused and then lowered the eighth tone: "....just play, but you can't touch other seeds, leave some for your grandfather to experience the feeling of farming."

Maizi looked at Grandma Mai's strange attitude dumbfounded, and didn't know what to show for a long time.

Grandpa Mai looked at Grandma Mai stupidly, and kicked Grandma Mai under the table.

"Hehe, it's okay, that's meant for you to play, and I'll play with your grandfather in the future," Grandma Mai said unnaturally.

The wheat is completely unsure of where to put it? Will farming for wool be playful? Even if you are working very seriously! What if you cry?