After the three of them went back, they told what happened to them, and suddenly, they received six pairs of sympathetic eyes.

"It's hard to get to the road!" Jiang Nuan sighed.

Sure enough, I knew it wouldn't go so well.

"None of the five are good?" Mrs. Huang's brows are furrowed, and she can trap mosquitoes.

I was even more angry in my heart, complaining that those concubines didn't know what to do, and gave them the opportunity to learn the craft, but they refused to send their clever sons.

"No," Huang Xiaosan added, "the little cousin of the fourth uncle's family is very good at arithmetic, and he can remember what he teaches." ”

"To remember is to remember," Huang Lao Er pouted, "Turn around and forget." ”

"He did it because he knew how to settle accounts," Boss Huang explained, "I taught it too simply, and people didn't take it seriously." ”

"All of them are idle," Mrs. Jiang shook her head and spoke, "Teach a group of peasant men to count, and you can figure it out." ”

"Mother," Jiang Nuan felt a little weak, "What, no?" ”

"It's not that it can't, it's unnecessary, it's difficult and troublesome."

"It's really embarrassing," Mrs. Huang echoed, "although arithmetic is good, they can't eat or drink, and they haven't been exposed to it before, so it's no wonder they can't learn it." ”

It's like running with a child who can't walk, and it's difficult to get people at both ends.

"It's because I didn't think it through," Jiang Nuan sincerely admitted his mistake.

When she knew about the substitution, she should have thought of this, instead of having a trace of luck.

In later generations, people who have been out of the crowd for too long will have a tendency to be autistic, which is not quite the same as ordinary people, and it will not be much better here.

"What does it have to do with you," Mrs. Huang waved her hand, "You are also kind, it's just that your father has done something bad." ”

"In this way," Jiang Nuan said after pondering, "they won't be difficult to learn, just teach some simple ones, and teach how to compost them." ”

Except for the dirty spots, it doesn't get any simpler than this.

It's like a pile of soil, pile it out layer by layer, and finally pay attention to the sealing.

If you still can't learn it, then use the simplest, seal it and save it, and ferment it as long as you don't burn the crops.

"Compost?" Mrs. Huang had never heard of this word, "What is it for?" ”

"Strong land," Jiang Nuan explained, "we are now using grass and wood ash to strengthen the land, the fertility is not enough, we have to raise the land every two years, and the manure of people and animals will be much better as fertilizer." ”

"We'll do this," Mrs. Jiang reminded her daughter, "you can go around the fields if you're fine." ”

"Now, the loss of fertility is too big and not enough," Jiang Nuan explained, "Compost can solve this problem." ”

In this era, the common practice of top dressing was grass ash and rice field.

However, people do not know how to ferment rice fields, but pour them directly into the ground.

In order to avoid burning the crops, it is usually drenched with manure one or two months before ploughing, but in doing so, a lot of nitrogen and phosphorus will be lost, and the utilization rate is not high.

"Does it work?" Mrs. Huang asked.

"It's useful," Jiang Nuan explained, "if the feces are enough, it's almost the same if you raise it once every five years." ”

"Really?" Mrs. Huang's face was full of surprise, "This is good, I can get a lot more food." ”

"Mother, don't be happy too early, our family has dozens of acres of land, just this little people, the rice field is not enough, and you have to raise some animals."

"Then raise, food is important," Mrs. Huang disagreed, "The animals raised can still be sold for money, and they can't lose money." ”

"That's it," Mrs. Jiang patted her thigh, "Such a good way, teach your own family first, and outsiders wait first." ”

"It's very simple, it's just that no one thinks about this," Jiang Nuan said, "It's just to pile the rice fields into a pile, pile them all the time, and wait until one person is more than one person tall to paste them with mud, and when to use them and when to pick them up." ”

"It's that simple?" Mrs. Jiang's eyes widened, "You don't need to teach this, just say it and understand." ”

"You can't say that," Mrs. Huang shook her head, "Don't look at it simply, if you don't say it, no one will think of it." ”

"That's the reason," Mrs. Jiang agreed, and immediately asked what she was concerned about, "What's the effect?" Can it be useful? ”

"It's very useful, and the greens are very vigorous." Huang Lao Er couldn't wait to speak, looking like he was begging for praise.

Hearing this, the old lady's old face froze, "Girl, what does Xiao Er mean?" ”

"Isn't it true that the vegetables we eat are all filled with dung?" Mrs. Huang also asked with a dark face.

Oh, this is a bit unacceptable!

Not really!

The dishes used now have been replaced by Jiang Nuanquan with those he planted in the space.

But I can't say anything about it.

Under the heavy eyes of the two mothers, she nodded slowly.

Suddenly, the old faces of both of them turned green.

Seeing this, Jiang Nuan explained dryly, "Mother, after fermentation, the rice field has become farmhouse fertilizer, don't have too much pressure." ”

"Which Hanhan," Mrs. Jiang's sharp eyes swept the three grandsons, "pour rice on the vegetable field?" ”

She's going to kill him!

"Grandma," Huang Lao Er said weakly, "Actually, it's nothing, we pulled it out." ”

Hearing this, Jiang Nuan kicked his son and quickly peeked at his mother's face.

Sure enough, just like I thought, my face was dripping, and it was like a rainstorm.

"Grandma," Boss Huang touched his head and spoke, "The food is very delicious, sweet and fragrant, much better than before." ”

"Big brother," Huang Xiaosan asked in a low voice, "You really ate green vegetables?" ”

Because of this, he has been eating meat recently, and the corners of his hot mouth are foaming, and he still doesn't dare to stretch his chopsticks at the green vegetables.

"I ate it, why can't I eat the cleaned dishes."

Huang Xiaosan couldn't say enough to hear this.

"Little Er," Mrs. Jiang asked through gritted teeth, "You poured it?" ”

"Count, count," a crisis arose, and Huang Lao Er quickly retreated a few steps, "I feel like it's still a little useful." ”

"Useful," said the old lady, who took off her shoes and threw them over, "you wait to be beaten." ”

After Mrs. Jiang finished speaking, she walked to the backyard angrily and instructed her wife, "Old man, go, take a rattan and give me a smoking." ”

"What's wrong?" Old Man Jiang was very puzzled, "For no reason, you can't hit someone." ”

Hearing this, Mrs. Jiang told the story again.

The old man Jiang, who learned the truth, was more angry than his old wife, and rushed towards his grandson with a stick thick with a fist.

Then, Huang Lao Er was chased all over the yard.

"It's scary," Huang Xiaosan tightened his arm, "Second brother is miserable." ”

Grandpa is like this, the second brother who doesn't fight can't get out of bed, and he won't give up.

"What are you talking about," Boss Huang glanced at his younger brother, "If you don't hurry, come forward to stop someone." ”

"Isn't there a mother here," Huang Xiaosan refused to go, "What's the hurry, something can't happen!"

Jiang Nuan, who was on the side, heard this, and his face turned blue.

Coincidentally, she thought so too.

Who knew that his son was so unreliable.

They don't dare to bear the anger of their grandfather, so they dare to face their own father?

Really, it's not intimate at all!

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