After dinner, Wu Dao sent his uncle, who was a little dizzy, back to the yard, and after a brief wash at home, he went back to his room to rest, he needed to digest what he got from his uncle.

As the heir of the Venerable Grass and Trees, he was well aware of his strengths and weaknesses. If he makes use of the advantages he has as much as possible, improving his cultivation as soon as possible is his current top priority. As for whether there are dragons in Yuzu Lake, I am not in a hurry to explore it now.

However, while putting this worry aside for the time being, he vaguely understood one thing, that is, Yuzu Lake has existed for so long. Then why does no one ever know about the fact that the lake has the ability to improve cultivation? Could it be that there are really no cultivators in this world anymore?

Wu Dao, who was dazed by his thoughts, finally decided that he didn't want to think about it, and listened carefully to his parents, who seemed to be resting, and then sat down on the bed again and began to meditate and practice every day. Although the effect of this kind of cultivation is slow, meditation and cultivation can not only improve one's cultivation, but more importantly, it can also temper one's state of mind. For this reason, Wu Dao naturally will not waste a fixed amount of time meditating and practicing every night.

After getting up and running for breakfast, Wu Dao asked his father to find himself three large aluminum basins, and at the same time took out a casserole that is usually used to boil traditional Chinese medicine at home, and began to prepare for the preparation of pesticides in the bamboo forest.

Neem bark, neem seeds, thunder vine, arborvitae leaves, and the bamboo leaves that the gentleman came back to pick from the forest, plus the sulfur that everyone in the mountains would prepare, Wu Dao slowly put these medicinal materials into the casserole to boil under his father's slightly curious gaze.

It took most of the day's work, and when the medicinal herbs in the casserole finally floated out a slightly medicinal smell, Wu Dao divided the medicinal herbs in the casserole into three parts and poured them into the aluminum basin.

'Dad, let's go!' ’

Looking at his father, who obviously didn't believe that he could kill the insect with such a few herbs, Wu Dao didn't explain much. For him, it was best to prove that the insecticide was effective.

The father and son walked towards the bamboo forest with three pots of black medicine, and several villagers they met on the way obviously did not believe that these three pots could kill insects. Even the third uncle Wu Lin, who met on the way, swore that he was foolish, and followed Wu Dao and his son to the bamboo forest.

Because the bamboo forest occupies a wide area, Wu Dao decided to kill it from the entrance, bringing dry straw from the family's cowshed, Wu Dao dipped the straw into the aluminum plate and lit it under the gaze of his father and the third uncle, who obviously didn't believe it.

Watching wisps of smoke with the smell of herbs drift around the bamboo forest, a scene that shocked Wu Dong and Wu Lin appeared in a moment. In the bamboo forest, which was originally full of pests, there were bursts of insect rain, and even Wu Lin, who had originally planned to go in to find out, immediately dispelled the idea of going inside after seeing the pests falling on his clothes.

What kind of pesticide is this? How can it be so effective?

As if seeing the confusion in the eyes of the two elders, Wu Dao explained: "This was taught to me by a friend who was a gardener when I was working outside. He says the insecticide is safe and environmentally friendly, and it doesn't have a negative impact on plants. Because I added bamboo leaves to the process of boiling the medicine just now, any insect that has eaten bamboo will be killed by this potion. Bugs that eat other things for life will not be affected in any way. ”

After listening to Wu Dao's explanation, Wu Dong seemed to understand a little, after all, this kind of magical insecticidal technique was something he had never seen or heard. On the contrary, after listening to this explanation, the third uncle Wu Lin said with some curiosity: "So, if rice is added when dispensing, can the insects on the rice be killed without pesticides?" ”

Belch! This Wu Dao really hadn't thought about it, but from the memory of Venerable Grass and Trees, it seemed that this insecticidal technique was extremely powerful. I guess it shouldn't be a problem to kill some insects on rice!

It's just that Wu Dao is still very clear about the principle of being a low-key person, and said with a slightly uncertain expression: "I don't know this very well, anyway, my friend hasn't tried it, he only said that some plants that grow on the mountains have miraculous effects." As for the rice growing in the field, I don't know if it works. ”

But he completely underestimated the importance of this potion in Wu Lin's heart, and Wu Lin immediately said: "Whether he works or not, you have to try it to know the effect." The rice I planted by the stream has recently been damaged by insects, and several doses of medicine have been used to treat the symptoms but not the root cause. If you don't have time, you can prepare a pot of this medicine for the third uncle to try and see if it works. ”

There is an insect plague on rice, and for a farmer who makes a living from farming, he doesn't need Wu Dao to think about it, and he knows how distressed it is. Looking at the third uncle's obviously anxious eyes, Wu Dao finally couldn't refuse and nodded and agreed. Anyway, there are still some of these medicinal materials he dug up from the mountains this time, and it should still be possible to allocate a medicine for the third uncle to kill rice insects.

It's just that after Wu Lin reminded Wu Dao, he quickly understood that once this medicine could completely kill the rice insects, the resulting impact would not be concealed even if he wanted to. Therefore, in addition to agreeing to the third uncle's request, Wu Dao specifically asked that if this medicine can really kill the insects on the rice, this matter must not be spread.

His excuse was that the craft was an ancestral secret recipe, and it was already out of friendship that he could pass it on to him. If this secret recipe is spread everywhere, it will definitely attract suspicion from others and even cause trouble to your own family.

Hearing that the news might cause trouble for Wu Dao, Wu Lin naturally promised to keep it a secret without saying a word. Next, Wu Dao looked at the place where the smoke swept through in the morning, after this straw was burned. ran to the place where the smoke did not reach, and burned the second pot of potion again, and there was another burst of insect rain from the secret collection, and Wu Dong was terrified when he saw it.

At this time, he realized how serious the insect plague in this bamboo forest was, and he only relied on the insecticide he bought to spray it. I'm afraid that at least two-thirds of this bamboo forest will have to be gnawed away before these insects may disappear. It seems that he lost the bet with his son, but he felt that it was worth losing to keep this bamboo forest.

In the same way, he began to think that maybe his son stayed in the village and ran a farm, and it was really possible that it was not much worse than a part-time job as he said. If he could really guarantee his income while still being able to get along with his family, Wu Dong would still agree to this decision.

It took less than an hour for the three pots of potions to burn out, and seeing that the ground with severe insect infestation had been submerged with layers of insect corpses, Wu Dong's tense face also relaxed slightly. As a father, he understands very well that with this skill of killing insects in the bamboo forest alone, his son should be able to make a lot of money if he is willing to dispense medicine for others.

But he also knew that it was better not to let people know about this secret technique that could be used to pass it on to the family. As an ordinary person, it's better to be safe, and besides, this prescription is still given by my son's friend. It is natural to dispense medicine for one's own family, and it is a bit immoral to use it to make money.

Therefore, Wu Dong decided to reduce the power of this potion to kill insects as much as possible after going back, and even he had decided that he would come in with the medicine pot on his back for a while if he had nothing to do in the next two or three days. Otherwise, people who know about the insect plague in his bamboo forest will inevitably be suspicious when they see that the insect infestation has been solved so quickly. This also shows that no matter who it is, when he encounters something that may hurt his loved ones, his imagination is still super sharp.

After killing the insects in the forest, Wu Dao watched his father bury the insect corpses that fell on the ground with his feet while walking, and seemed to understand what his father was doing this for. Soon he found some fallen bamboo branches from the woods, held them together and used them as brooms, and began to do the same work as his father.

When the three of them covered up the places where they could clearly see the dense insect corpses, the three of them, who were obviously overexerted, sat down in a slightly flat place in the forest to rest.

After resting, Wu Dao took the opportunity to say that he needed to rent and say that the mountain land next to him belonged to Wu Lin was a farm. Wu Lin felt a little surprised by this, and at the same time asked Wu Dao if he was sure like Wu Dong. In the end, seeing that Wu Dao really wanted to do a career in the village, he readily agreed to the request to sublease the mountain and forest land.

Regarding Wu Dao's plan to rent the sand and gravel beach below and those ponds, Wu Lin felt that this was just a matter of Wu Ming, the eldest brother who was the village party secretary.

It's just that in Wu Dao's opinion, although no one pays attention to this waste land and pond, in order not to make the villagers blush in the future. He felt that it was still necessary to pay a certain rent to the village committee, as long as the term was long-term. is on official business, and he will really make achievements in the future, and others will not dare to say anything bad about his second uncle.

As for the rent required to contract the land and the pond, Wu Dao knew very well that it would not cost a few dollars, but this money had to be spent. Otherwise, it will inevitably attract the villagers' suspicions in the future, which is naturally an undesirable outcome for Wu Dao, who plans to live a low-key life in the village.

Seeing that his son did not forget his duty because he was greedy for a small advantage, Wu Dong was completely relieved about Wu Dao's farm in the village. In his opinion, as long as his son can continue to keep this sober mind, no matter whether he can make a lot of money or not, at least his son and his family will not ruin their reputation in the village. Sometimes, in a place like the countryside, money is often not as important as reputation, which is so important in Wu Dong's heart!

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