In the next day, in addition to going out to deliver wine every day, Liu Rui spent most of his time at home, cutting the cut bamboo back into strips with Liu Jiahong, preparing to build a shelf for tomato seedlings.

To say that this is a shelf for tomatoes, it is a new thing in Liangcun, and Liu Jiahong has never seen it before. If it weren't for the clear writing on those cultivation techniques, and there were legends next to them, Liu Jiahong really didn't know.

Most of the tomatoes grown in the general farm garden are local ancient varieties and are small. The yield is low, the growth is slow, and there is no such pomp and circumstance that the fruit is pressed against the branches. However, the 'cherry tomatoes' that have a very short growth time are different, their branches cannot bear the weight of the fruits, and if they are not hung with ropes in advance, they will all be crushed and collapsed, and the grains will not be harvested.

According to the instructions on the cultivation materials, Liu Rui cut the bamboo into different specifications, and then set it up on the seedbed step by step. However, Liu Rui left a small eye here, and deliberately enlarged the specifications of all the bamboo. Because Liu Rui knows that the yield of small tomatoes watered with space spring water will definitely be much higher than that of ordinary small tomatoes.

During this period of time, Liu Rui estimated that the space spring water could increase the yield of crops by at least 50%, so these factors must be considered in advance for everything.

Liu Rui is responsible for producing specifications and starting a hand, and Liu Jiahong, an old bamboo craftsman, is responsible for processing bamboo chips.

The rising sun poured the golden sunlight into the courtyard of the Liu family, and the dazzling spots of light danced in the wind, which made people's mood better. Several hens took their chicks to gouge in the bamboo scraps cut out by Liu Jiahong, and from time to time they could pick out one or two bamboo insects from them, which attracted the chickens to scramble for them.

A few magpies in the tree wanted to fly down to grab food, but they didn't dare to do it, because there was a yellow-throated marten squatting under the tree, and although they had never seen it, these magpies instinctively felt a little frightened. As for Xiao Hei and Xiao Hua, they are still chasing and fighting on the smooth terrazzo bricks, and they don't look like rivals at all.

As for Xiao Hei's original followers, they seem to have been obsessed with digging holes recently, and they are busy working on the mountains in the backyard all day long, and rarely come to the front yard to show up. Perhaps it is the danger that the arrival of the yellow-throated marten makes them feel that they can only hide far away.

Liu Jiahong used a contempt knife to break the bamboo and cut it according to the specifications, while Liu Rui took a contempt knife to flatten the corners and put them aside. Of course, these bamboos can't be used directly to build shelves, and they have to be soaked in water for a period of time to be more durable.

Looking at the father and son who cooperated tacitly under the osmanthus tree, Zhang Guizhi had a faint desire in his heart, if only his son could stay at home and not go to school. However, such an idea cannot be known to the owner, otherwise he should say that he is short-sighted and small-scale peasant conscious.

Zhang Guizhi is a woman who is easily content, and now that the situation at home and the fall of the pillars at the beginning of the year is very different, what is she not satisfied with?

The leg of the head family is healed, and there are no sequelae at all; The business of the family wine shop is getting better and better, and the rice wine has been sold to the county seat; The vegetable garden has an income of hundreds of yuan every day, and it has become an out-and-out cornucopia; ......, thinking about this, Zhang Guizhi sometimes wakes up laughing when she dreams.

Smiling, Zhang Guizhi carried the kettle and added water to the teacups of their father and son. The son prefers to drink chrysanthemum tea, osmanthus tea and other flower teas, and the head of the family likes to drink those bitter camellias, Zhang Guizhi has already turned these habits into his instinct. As a housewife, taking good care of her husband and children has become the only thing Zhang Guizhi strives for.

"Baby, today people from the Forestry Bureau came to the house to paint the biogas digester and get some good food to entertain people." He took a sip from the teacup and commanded.

"Do you still have to say that?" After adding tea to his son, Zhang Guizhi said: "I already grabbed a chicken and a duck last night, and I will let Rui'er help you do it later." ”

"Hmm!" Liu Jiahong nodded, picked up the knife and got to work again.

At nine o'clock in the morning, Chang Ping came to Liu's house with two workers, ready to paint the biogas digester with waterproof coating. It is said that Liu's family and pig farms are only three biogas digesters, and Changping generally does not pay attention to such small projects. However, after hearing that Wang Huatai and the Liu family had a good relationship, Chang Ping naturally did not dare to slack off and went out in person.

Let the two workers go down to the biogas digester to work, Chang Ping sat in the yard while drinking tea and chatting with Liu Jiahong, while Liu Rui went into the kitchen to help his mother cook.

"Brother Liu, what are you cutting these bamboos for?" Picking up a bamboo stick, Chang Ping was a little puzzled.

As soon as he entered the courtyard of Liu's house just now, Chang Ping saw the stacked bamboo strips, and at first he thought it was used to erect tiles, but it was a little short at first glance.

"My family has planted some small tomatoes, no, I'm going to use these to build a shelf." Speaking of this, Liu Jiahong was a little proud.

Unconsciously, Liu Jiahong has gradually accepted the fact that his son is starting a business at home, and he is satisfied with any achievements he has made. It is rare for outsiders to inquire about these things, even Liu Jiahong, who is not good at talking, can't help but feel agitated in his heart.

"Tomato, that's a strange thing, it's worth a lot in the city!" Chang Ping is also a person who knows the elegance of the strings and songs, and quickly followed Liu Jiahong's words.

"It's just a little fight, it hasn't bloomed yet, and I don't know if it will be successful in the future?" Liu Jiahong said with a reserved smile on his face, waving his hand.

"That's sure to be no problem!" Chang Ping is very good at talking, and continued: "In the past few days in the village, the villagers have said that your Liu Rui is very good and promising! ”

In fact, when he came to Liang Village to work for a few days, in the private discussions of the villagers, Liu Rui's image was magnified, and Chang Ping already felt a little thunderous.

"Look at it again, it's hard to say now!" Someone praised his son, Liu Jiahong was naturally very happy, but he still didn't dare to be too proud.

Liu Jiahong and Chang Ping are close in age, and they both live in the countryside, so they naturally have a lot of common topics.

More than two hours passed in a blink of an eye, and when the two workers had painted the digester, the kitchen was filled with a strong aroma, and it was time to start eating.

Last time, when they were trapped in the mountains, Liu Rui, who was idle, wandered around in the pine forest near the boulder, secretly picked a lot of matsutake mushrooms, and transplanted a lot of them into the space. Today, when a guest comes to the door, a classic stewed chicken with matsutake mushrooms is naturally indispensable. The mellow aroma of free-range chickens and the fragrance of matsutake mushrooms blend perfectly together, lingering in the air for a long time.

In addition to this main dish, although the other dishes are all home-cooked dishes, the ingredients are high-quality and the portions are full, which also makes the stone table look very eye-catching.

After eating delicious food and drinking some home-brewed mellow rice wine, this is the best appreciation for the laborers, and everyone can experience the beauty of life.

After lunch, Chang Ping did not stay any longer, but took the workers to the pig farm, where there were still two biogas digesters waiting for them to paint. After two days, they will continue to return to Liu's house and brush the biogas digester with a layer of paint again, which is considered to be completed, and after the paint is dry, they can add material to it for fermentation.

Sending Chang Ping and his party away, Liu Rui and his father hurried to cut the bamboo chips, and in the afternoon, they had to take these bamboo pieces to Xiaojing Lake to sink into the water.

Processed bamboo chips cannot be used directly, because there will always be a lot of insect parasites in it, and after a few days, the bamboo will be eaten by insects, rot and collapse. Therefore, it is necessary to soak the bamboo in water for a period of time to isolate the air and kill all the insects, so that it can last for a long time.

Originally, this kind of work was carried out in the mountain pond at home, but now the mountain pond has leaked to the bottom, and it can only be taken to Xiaojing Lake for disposal.

In the afternoon, when the sun was not so fierce, Liu Rui put the cart on it, piled the bundled bamboo strips on it, and walked to Xiaojing Lake with Liu Jiahong. I didn't get to the pier, because the shallow water on the shore was full of pebbles, and it was not suitable for sinking wood at all. Liu Rui pulled the car and came to the edge of the inaccessible reeds, where the shore was full of silt, which was the most suitable for sinking wood.

Throwing bundles of bamboo sticks into the water, Liu Rui also jumped into the water, and began to step on the bamboo sticks that were half floating in the water into the thick layer of silt. Only in this way can the bamboo strips better isolate the air and kill the insects in the shortest possible time.

After carefully inspecting and feeling that there was nothing wrong, Liu Rui went ashore and tied the ropes tied with bamboo strips one by one to a stake that Liu Jiahong had just laid. With these ropes, when you come back to get the bamboo strips, you just need to pull the rope up to ensure that none of them slip through the net.

"Hey, who's over there is Shenmu?" After washing his hands, Liu Rui noticed that there were also several new wooden stakes nearby, on which a lot of ropes were densely tied.

"Who's from it?" Looking at the wooden stakes, Liu Jiahong smiled and said, "Those are all used in pig farms, and your father and uncle worked for several days a few days ago." ”

Hearing what his father said, Liu Rui remembered that the pig farm did not plan to use a prefabricated cement roof, but a traditional bamboo tile model. Compared to prefabricated cement slabs or flat roofs made of reinforced concrete, the use of tiles not only saves money, but also is more conducive to the growth of piglets.

The climate in Qingyun area is hot, and the annual sunshine time is very long, once the flat roof is adopted, it is easy to cause the temperature in the pig house to be too high, which is not conducive to the growth and development of piglets. The tiled roof not only drains water smoothly, but also automatically adjusts the air temperature to maintain a comfortable temperature in summer.

It seems that in the past few days when he has not been at home, his father and several uncles have not been easy, and when they see so many ropes tied to the shore, they know that the workload is not low. Although he discussed the contract with Feng Jian, he still had to prepare these bamboo strips by himself.

Finally, after checking again, Liu Ruicai returned home with his father, in fact, life is so dull, always moving forward step by step.

A wonderful and exciting world that seems to only appear in novels and movies.

(To be continued)