"You're growing potatoes here?"

Tang Aijun, who was praised, saw that Huo Jinzhi was not so annoying, and did not urge his sister to go home, walked around the hillside, and saw the wasteland reclaimed by Huo Jinzhi, and couldn't help but ask, with a little mockery on his face.

"The third brother is so smart, he just grows potatoes!" Tang Xiaonan seized the opportunity to praise.

Tang Aijun straightened his chest, his tail wagged happily, Xiao Nan said more obedient words today than in the past, and Xiao Nan's favorite was really him.

"Brother Huo is also very good, he can grow potatoes!"

You can't favor one over the other, the third brother wants to praise, the big guy needs it more in the future, and he can't be left behind, Tang Xiaonan licked her lips, a little thirsty, she said too much just now.

Old Man Qi had a smile in his eyes, he was really embarrassed for this little girl.

Although Huo Jinzhi still had a wooden face, he was obviously much softer, and his wariness of Tang Xiaonan was also lighter, and his eyes glanced at the stack of newspapers on the ground from time to time, so he wanted to see the news above, but he couldn't stand it and asked.

Tang Aijun was not happy, his sister praised him as he should be, why did he always put the surname Huo, he was not happy to listen.

"What's so great about growing potatoes, I've been planting them for a long time, and the land is not well chosen, and the potatoes grown must be thin and small."

Tang Aijun began to pick and choose, glaring at Huo Jinzhi defiantly.

Huo Jinzhi was originally very annoyed, but after hearing Tang Aijun say that he was thin and small, he was not angry, in fact, the potatoes he grew were malnourished, at most the size of eggs, and some were as big as pigeon eggs.

He thought it was a problem of variety, but the same variety, the one planted by others was the size of a fist, similar to that of sweet potatoes, and the ones he planted were thin and small.

Although the old man Qi has studied both Chinese and Western cultures, he is only eight buckets high, but he doesn't know anything about agriculture, and he is inferior to Huo Jinzhi, so he can't help in this matter, and Su Wanrou can't count on it.

Huo Jinzhi listened to Tang Aijun's tone, as if he was proficient in farm work, and as soon as his eyes rolled, he had an idea, and deliberately stabbed: "Who can't brag, I can still grow rice with a yield of 10,000 catties per mu!" ”

Put the satellite, a few years ago, but the whole country was putting it, the yield per mu is 10,000 catties, and some people dare to blow 100,000 catties. (Putting satellites is an allusion to that special period, which means bragging)

"Do you need to brag? When Lao Tzu was planting, you were still eating your mother's nai! ”

Tang Aijun blushed and had a thick neck, pointing at Huo Jinzhi's nose and scolding.

Huo Jinzhi's face was cold, and what he hated most was to greet his mother.

Tang Xiaonan is so congested, obviously talking about growing potatoes, why did he do it again?

"Third brother!" Tang Xiaonan glared at Tang Aijun angrily, the third brother's habit of speaking rudeness must be changed, it is too annoying.

Tang Aijun snorted stupidly, pointed at Huo Jinzhi and said roughly: "He said I bragged, why didn't you talk about him?" ”

Tang Xiaonan had to turn around, look at Huo Jinzhi, and say in a soft tone, "Brother Huo, the third brother didn't brag, he is very good at farming." ”

The Tang family is a good worker, except for Tang Laijin, a crappy carpenter, who can't do anything, and there is nothing left to eat.

Tang Aijun cocked his tail again, his whole body was comfortable, and he squinted at Huo Jinzhi, looking like Lao Tzu was the best in the world.

Tang Xiaonan's mind turned, Huo Jin's cultivation in the book is really not good, or-

"Third brother, Brother Huo doesn't believe it, you plant it for him, hum, let him take a good look at your ability!"