Jiao Ming has little interest in celebrity biographies, so he talks about the person he admired the most since he was a child, his uncle. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Jiao Ming's understanding of his uncle comes partly from his father, partly from chatting with his uncle, and finally from some news interviews. Yes, his uncle was a rich man who could get on the news.

The story begins with the early years of Jiao Ming's parents. When talking about her father giving up college and working in a factory to let her uncle go to school, Xiaoshi sneezed and woke up.

Jiao Ming asked her if she wanted to go back to her room to sleep, and the little guy said that he wanted to hear the story, so he climbed into Jiao Ming's arms, sat on Jiao Ming's broken leg, and covered the blanket in front of him. Jiao Ming knew that the little guy was cold, so he helped cover the blanket tightly, and wrapped the little poem around his chest with his arms.

In the timeline of the story, when his uncle graduated and made his first fortune, Xiaoshi fell asleep again in Jiao Ming's arms, and snored slightly.

There are many things mentioned in the story that seem strange to the locals, but to Jiao Ming's expectations, Binglian didn't ask a word, just watched the stars by the window and listened quietly.

"Your uncle didn't disappoint his father and eldest brother. This is Binglian's exclamation after listening to it.

"My father was very happy, but my grandfather wanted my uncle to become a scientist, and in the end my uncle was a businessman, so my grandfather was not 100% satisfied. But then again, there is nothing in the world that is as good as it should be. Jiao Ming is very accustomed to chatting like this in the dark, which is basically the state of the university dormitory after the lights are turned off. Although the other person's expression is not visible, which makes the conversation less interactive, just telling a story can help the listener get into the plot.

"That's all for today, and we'll talk about the rest tomorrow. Then Bing Lian pushed Jiao Ming to a new room, this is the limit of Bing Lian, and helping Jiao Ming to bed would be too much beyond feudal etiquette. The promotion and salary increase here is really straightforward, just a word from the lord, Jiao Ming doesn't have to live next door with those aunts and maids below. By the light of the fire in the corridor, Jiao Ming took a cursory look at the new room, although the neighbor's grade had improved, it was still as simple as the earth's room. To put it simply, the floor has been raised, and nothing else has changed.

"What about this little guy?" Xiao Shi kept falling asleep, and had no intention of waking up at all.

"Just let her sleep next to you, it's okay to squeeze it. ”

Jiao Ming almost choked to death by his own saliva when he heard this: "Eldest sister, you can't talk nonsense! This time, I will spare the cultural differences, this kind of thing is enough to shoot us on the earth." ”

"When you were unconscious, the little one lay next to you almost every day. Binglian didn't realize that something was wrong.

"I was in a coma then, how can I compare it to now?"

"I can see the emotions of the soul, do you believe it?" Bing Lian groaned, and then tried to persuade Jiao Ming in a different way.

"What do you mean?"

"The little one's soul is very stable now, and this is the first time I have seen it. These days, her soul has been in a state of panic. Bing Lian's statement really made Jiao Ming hesitate. "You're her only one in this strange world, and not seeing you at a glance will make her feel uneasy, so my advice is that it's best to let her get more familiar with the world before letting her live with her little classmates. ”

"Then at least move in a small bed, I'm really embarrassed like this. Jiao Ming finally made a compromise, and the matter was settled, okay, Jiao Ming couldn't lie to himself, he was a little happy in his heart.

Squeezed into the same bed with Xiaoshi, Jiao Ming quickly fell asleep and didn't say anything all night. When he woke up the next morning, Jiao Ming found that his right hand was held and pressed under him by Xiao Shi, and he was already stiff and unconscious.

Thinking of Binglian's statement about the soul last night, it seems that although Xiao Shi seems to have adapted to life here, she still has a lot of psychological problems, and secretly keeps this matter in mind, hoping to think of a way to solve it in the future.

At breakfast, I met with Binglian again, and then asked for a few people, and officially started the first step of the agricultural plan. At the dinner table, Binglian casually asked what she was going to do, and after thinking about it, Jiao Ming couldn't help but say nothing, not because of confidentiality, but because it was a little disgusting.

After breakfast, Jiao Ming beckoned people and came to the open space in the small vegetable garden. The nameless village uses wooden and stone tools, and the same is true here at the castle, where the stalks of plants are cut with stone knives about the length of a palm, and the unspeakable objects are dug up with a wooden shovel, mixed together, and piled up in small clearings. Due to the experimental nature, Jiao Ming didn't make too much, just a one-meter-high, two-meter-long pile of materials, and then because the taste was too bad, he made people spread a thin layer of floating soil in the show.

The workload was not large, and everyone completed it quickly, Jiao Ming saw that it was still early, so he ordered everyone to repeat it again. The second material pile increased the proportion of plant straw, and there was no compost ratio formula here, so I had to slowly explore it by means of controlled experiments.

Jiao Ming ordered everyone to dig next to the original dung pit and dug a pit dedicated to placing cow dung, in Jiao Ming's vague impression, cow dung seems to be more valuable than other animals, as for how to play the value of the experiment later.

Jiao Ming didn't do any fart work in a wheelchair, and for the coolies, this job was easy except for being a little disgusting. By the time it was time for lunch, the cow dung pit was barely dug up, and everyone called it a day.

On the way back, when I passed the small gate behind the castle, I saw a new pile of dirt on the outside of the wall. The exterior looks like the walls of an adobe house in an unnamed village, with wet yellow mud mixed with plant stems and leaves, and two coolies slapping their shovels on both sides of the wall, crackling.

Jiao Ming was naturally curious, but when he asked, he only got an answer from the eldest lady's order.

After lunch, Binglian told Jiao Ming that the language learning time was canceled and that she was going to practice magic. Where would Jiao Ming miss this kind of thing, he naturally asked to observe, and Binglian readily agreed. One of the coolies who worked in the morning came out to take the lead and asked Jiao Ming what he was doing in the afternoon. Jiao Ming thought about it, and then asked everyone to go out to harvest hay, use it to weave straw mats, and put it on the side of the material pile for later use.

Then Jiao Ming followed Binglian out of the castle through the back door, and when he arrived at the vegetable garden, he turned a corner, and it was the yellow clay adobe wall that had just been piled up in the morning. At this time, more than a dozen coolies were carrying loess from a distance with poles and baskets, adding water and plant stems and leaves on the spot, mixing them into mud, preparing to continue building the wall.

"You're going to practice magic with this earthen wall?"

"Exactly. Binglian stepped forward, raised her right hand and pressed it against the earthen wall, closed her eyes, and stood still.

Jiao Ming was a little confused on this side, as the saying goes, the layman looks at the excitement, and the insider looks at the doorway. The coolies who built the wall next to them were very lively, but Jiao Ming was not interested at all, not to mention the excitement on the side of the ice lotus, there was no sound at all. As for the doorway, Jiao Ming only read the magic primer yesterday, and he really couldn't see it.

Jiao Ming watched with curiosity on his face for five minutes, and then maybe the reason for finishing lunch was that he was gradually sleepy. Just when Jiao Ming was about to fall asleep, Binglian hummed softly, and then lowered her arm. The place where the palm of the hand is placed on the wall has become a red circular area with a diameter of about half a meter, which is significantly different from the surrounding yellow wall.

Jiao Ming immediately stopped sleepy, and after a closer look, he found that the surface of the red wall was loose and porous, and it looked like the common red bricks on the earth. When I touched it, it was dry but slightly hot, and the rough touch made Jiao Ming sure that this was definitely a large piece of inferior red brick. Analyzing the process before and after, this magic actually directly completed the process of adobe kiln firing.

"Breathtaking!" Jiao Ming was a little convinced.