"No. 8 winter melon, what do you want to ask!"

Ma Du leaned on the edge of the window and heard the sound coming from inside, so he walked away ashamedly, and under his guidance, although the little turtle was able to teach the students without being scared, but it left a new sequelae.

The little turtle was also privately nicknamed "Mr. Winter Melon" by the students, and I am really sorry for him. Zhu Sheng said that since the little turtle gave lessons to the students, then it was considered a gentleman, and he couldn't be called the little turtle anymore, which was inappropriate.

Ma Du felt that it was right, and asked them to give the little turtle a good name, and the three scholars of Zhu, Song, and Luo actually named the little turtle "Feng Jia" after a long time.

What do you mean? Could it be that the soft-shelled turtle is also called a soft-shelled turtle and named Feng Jia? After listening to Ma Du's rhetorical question, the three of them scoffed, saying that A was the first meaning, and they expected the little turtle to take the lead.

If you are famous, you have to have a word, don't bother the two masters, please take the three of them together by the way, this time it's very fast, take the word "Xuanwu". Ma Du couldn't wait to spit out the old blood, and the name of the little turtle seemed to be inseparable from the turtle shell.

Fortunately, it is not called "turtle" directly, since the Yuan Dynasty, the word turtle has had a derogatory term since the Yuan Dynasty. The three scholars said that it was not what Ma Du thought at all, the word Xuan came from Ma Du, and Wu hoped that the little turtle would be both civil and military.

Thinking of the lame leg of the little turtle, Ma Du felt that both civil and military might have no chance. Since the turtle likes the new name, Madu has no objection.

The full days always pass quickly, and in the blink of an eye, it is late autumn, and the leaves on the sweet potato field in front of the door have turned yellow. Madu asked the servants to dig up all the sweet potatoes.

Han Cheng planted a whole acre of sweet potatoes for him, and he harvested more than 2,000 catties in total, this is an autumn sweet potato, and if it is sown in spring, it may harvest more.

The tenants who came to help originally thought it was medicinal herbs, after all, their lord was still a doctor. I can see Zhang Wuliu throwing the medicinal herbs into the fire, and when he took them out, they were already burned black.

watched Zhang Wuliu break open this black thing, devoured it so much that even his teeth were black, and he knew that this was actually food.

Yuan Jiuli snatched the remaining bit in Zhang Wuliu's hand and stuffed it into his mouth, it was so sweet and glutinous, he still ate it for the first time in his life, and then he cried out, "God! Two thousand pounds! Produce 2,000 catties of grain! ”

It didn't matter if he shouted, the tenants who helped shouted like a pack of wolves howling in the moon. When the group finished shouting, they gathered the whole village, and the old and young knelt at the door of the horse house together, kowtowing and bowing.

Ma Du, who was taking a nap, was woken up, and thought something big had happened, but when he asked, he realized that he wanted to grow grain, and said that he was willing to increase the rent by 20% next year.

The tenant begged the landlord to increase the rent, and the second grandfather encountered it for the first time, he patted Ma Du on the shoulder, "You are the head of the house, you are in charge." ”

For Madu, there is nothing to think about, and he does not expect sweet potatoes to make a fortune. Since Lao Zhu gave him sweet potatoes, there is no need to keep them secret, and besides, he originally planned to let the tenants of the family grow some sweet potatoes, but there are too many dry fields at home.

He agreed immediately, and when the seedlings were raised at home next year and sent to them, sweet potato seedlings would be a troublesome matter. Each tenant gave a few sweet potatoes to take home and taste.

Lao Liu said: "Master, it is in vain for you to give them, if they are willing to eat, it will be a strange thing, and they all have to get the ancestral tablet to offer." ”

Whether the tenant put it in his stomach or put it on the offering table, Ma Du didn't care, anyway, he wanted to eat, steamed, boiled, and roasted. Honey meatballs, fried sweet potato fries, sweet potato spring rolls, and Song Shuang's favorite sweet potato.

snatched the last piece of sweet potato from Song Shuang's mouth, and Ma Du stuffed it into his own chewing and crackled. Song Shuang said angrily: "It's all stained with my saliva, and it's not disgusting if you still eat it." ”

"What a joke, I don't eat enough of your saliva! You can't eat anymore, and when the time comes, the baby is too fat, and you may have a difficult birth. ”

Song Shuang's belly is already very big, and she will give birth in two months at most, and it is unfortunate that eighty percent of them will be in the cold winter, which is not a good time to give birth.

Song Shuang's physique is very strange, although she has a big belly, but her body is neither fat nor swollen, it seems that all the things she eats are eaten by the fetus, Ma Du really doesn't understand, he is very worried that the child is too big when he gives birth.

Xu Daliang's wife said that Song Shuang is so good that it is not easy to have a difficult birth. Don't look at this mother Xu's young age, but she has more than ten years of experience in delivering babies.

"Aren't you calling yourself a miracle doctor? Can't even cure dystocia? ”

"Yes! No, I will only have one way to deliver the baby, which is to cut open the belly and take the baby out. "Caesarean section is not a major operation, and it is not very difficult, but it is risky, and many professional techniques are not known to him as an ordinary surgeon, and the slightest carelessness will cause heavy bleeding.

However, Ma Du also made preparations, and he had already found seven or eight maids and servants with the same blood type as Song Shuang at home, just in case of emergency. Of course, he won't take risks until the last resort, even if he doesn't want to be small, he must keep the big ones.

Just when Ma Du and Song Shuang were arguing, Zhu Sheng came to the door and asked, "Why don't you present such a big auspicious rui to the prince?" ”

Ma Du frowned and said, "Xiangrui? Where does auspiciousness come from? Your old man is not really dazzled, you see that my family has no purple qi from the east, and no golden dragon has appeared, where does it come from. ”

Zhu Sheng reprimanded: "If it is out of your house, it will not be auspicious, but a disaster." Your sweet potatoes are auspicious! ”

Ma Du was stunned for a moment and couldn't help but sneer, "Sweet potatoes are also auspicious?" This sweet potato prince has been there for a long time, my sweet potato is still planted by Han Cheng by the prince, the prince also invited you to eat sweet potatoes, have you forgotten? ”

Ma Du was very worried about whether Zhu Sheng had Alzheimer's disease, or had a fever and was confused, he wanted to reach out to wipe Zhu Sheng's head, but Zhu Sheng ruthlessly knocked it off.

"The old man is not sick, and the grain with a yield of two or three thousand catties per mu is not called auspicious, which is an unprecedented auspicious rui. Besides, the sweet potatoes that the prince took out are different from the sweet potatoes you offered. ”

"What's the difference? Could it be that the sweet potatoes taken out by the prince are roasted? ”

Zhu Sheng rolled his eyes angrily, "Don't talk nonsense, this sweet potato came from you, although many cronies and important ministers know about the existence of sweet potatoes, but the prince has never made it public." Now the prince has given you back the sweet potato, and you can offer it as auspicious......"

Madu slapped his thigh, "Oh! It turns out that this is what the prince meant! When Han Cheng suddenly came to the house to plant sweet potatoes, the younger generation felt that the purpose was not so simple. ”

Zhu Sheng raised his eyebrows, "Oh, do you see what the prince means?" ”

"You're right, this sweet potato is a great auspicious resource for the benefit of the world, and I will give it to it. Isn't Mr. Zhu? ”

"That's right!" Zhu Sheng took out a piece of paper from his sleeve, "This is the "Sweet Potato Fu" that the old man helped you make, I know you can't write it, remember to offer it together tomorrow!" ”

Zhu Sheng shook his head and left the Ma family, sighing: "What a fool! ”