The three-entry courtyard of Chengnanzhuang is repaired in a regular atmosphere, a circle of weeping willows is planted on the side of the courtyard wall, and there is a fruit forest of more than 40 acres not far outside the courtyard wall, you can imagine what kind of charming scenery it is here to see the spring flowers blooming in two days; On the other side of the courtyard is a three-acre pond, where last year's residual lotus still stands sparsely in the water, moving slightly with the wind, and in the summer, the lotus flowers are in full bloom, which is a good place to cool off. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info Mrs. Zhou took Lan Yi and Xia Wan around, Lan Yi fell in love with this Zhuangzi, and also understood why Mrs. Zhou chose to give it to herself, this is indeed a livable place.

Xia Wan also praised the courtyard, "It is built by the mountains, living by the water, there are hundreds of flowers in spring, green willows and ponds in summer, and melons, fruits and rice in autumn, it is really a good place." ”

Lan Yi nodded happily, such a good courtyard Zhuangzi is actually her own, this feeling is really good, "Thank you mother, I like this courtyard so much." ”

Mrs. Zhou was also in a good mood, "It's good to like it." As Mrs. Mi said, the scenery of this Zhuangzi is different from season to season, and when I was young, I often came to live for a few days when I had free time, and I was reluctant to go back every time. ”

Xia Wan said with a smile, "I am close to Lan Yi like sisters, you are her stepmother and my elder, if you don't dislike it, I will be cheeky to kiss you and call you aunt, okay?" ”

Mrs. Zhou was stunned for a moment, and responded with a smile, "Okay, good!" ”

Xia Wan called Jin Bao to confess her relatives again, Lan Yi looked at it with a smile, she invited Mrs. Zhou to come with her today, just to let her meet Xia Wan and get in touch. Xia Wan is now the lady of the county, if Mrs. Zhou can have more contact with her, the benefits will naturally be self-evident.

Wang Chunrong came in at this time to say hello and ask about lunch. Mrs. Zhou was quite interested, "There is a bamboo forest at the foot of the back mountain, send someone to dig some spring bamboo shoots and come back." ”

Lan Yi was interested when she heard that there were spring bamboo shoots, "Mother, you don't have to send someone, I'll dig it." ”

Mrs. Zhou quipped, "Tao'er recognizes the appearance of spring bamboo shoots, so don't go and cut two tender bamboos and come back." ”

"Mother doesn't know that the sour bamboo shoots I brought to you last time were made by digging them in the mountains and pickling them myself." Lan Yi said proudly.

Zheng remembered the hard days when his daughter had just gone to Beigou Village, and her eyes turned red again. Lan Yi stepped forward to take Zheng's hand, and said coquettishly, "Mother, my daughter's craftsmanship is not so good, right?" ”

After coaxing the whole room to be happy, Lan Yi and Chunrong went out to dig bamboo shoots. After sending the bamboo shoots to the kitchen, Chun Rong said, "Sister, you asked me to choose the person, can you bring it now?" ”

Lan Yi nodded, today she brought half a bag of sweet potatoes over, and asked Wang Chunrong to choose two suitable people to come over and learn how to raise seedlings for sweet potatoes.

These sweet potatoes were brought back to her when Hua Changye went to Nanyang to do business, a total of about 100 catties of sacks, Lan Yi regarded them as treasures, properly stored in winter, and was not willing to eat a few pieces, in order to stay and do seeds, this time I came to Mei County to bring half of it, and wanted to plant it in Zhuangzi, and brought two hundred watermelon seeds together.

There was no snow in Huangxian County last winter, and Uncle Wang said that there were signs of spring drought this year, and if it really came true, although it was not a problem to irrigate Huaxi for a while and a half, pests and diseases must be indispensable. This batch of watermelons and sweet potatoes is Lan Yi's treasure, she doesn't dare to press the treasure on God's face, and diversifying the risk is the first choice. Chengnan Village is her territory, and Wang Chunrong is in charge, and the farmer in the village is the customer, that is, the farmer who rents the land for a living, and the customer is attached to the main family to survive and is easy to manage.

"I've seen the owner." When the two crop men in their early forties saw Lan Yi, they immediately lay on the ground and kowtowed, full of respect. Lan Yi held back the discomfort and put up the master's shelf, "Get up." ”

The two crop men stood up, Lan Yi didn't say much, and directly told them about sweet potato seedling raising and planting skills, "You first dig the seedbed according to what I said, deep ploughing and fertilizing, the seedbed doesn't have to be too big, just half a zhang square, I'll come over tomorrow to raise seedlings with you." ”

The cultivation of watermelons is similar to pumpkins, and Lan Yi and the other two old farmers found by Wang Chunrong explained in detail.

"Brother, it's not easy for me to get sweet potatoes and watermelon seeds, you have to take it to heart, how to tell these four people to keep secrets and take care of them, I won't go into detail one by one, I believe that brother must be more thoughtful than I thought." Lan Yi washed her hands and told Wang Chunrong again.

"I know, Brother Watermelon, I've heard of it, if it can really be grown, we will send it this year. According to my sister, a melon seed is a melon seedling, and a melon seedling produces a watermelon, which is 200 watermelons. Wang Chunrong counted with his fingers, "Watermelon is a tribute fruit from the Western Regions, and it will not be expensive for us to sell ten times at that time, that is, ...... Two thousand! ”

Wang Chunrong finished counting, his eyes were full of golden light, "Sister, let's send it!" ”

Lan Yi glanced at him, "Brother is not bad, then it has to be able to grow it!" ”

"When my sister goes back, she will write down the method of planting watermelons and sweet potatoes, and I will definitely memorize them word for word, and then I will tell them to plant them according to them." Wang Chunrong patted his chest and assured that although he had never farmed, there were a lot of capable people in the field under him, and after speaking, his eyes fell on half a bag of sweet potatoes, "The planting method of sweet potatoes is a bit similar to rice seedling transplanting, but since this is a rare commodity from Nanyang, how does my sister know how to plant it?" ”

"I figured it out by myself, and last year in the cellar, a few sweet potatoes were covered with sand and sprouted, and I was curious to pull out a few seedlings and plant them in the greenhouse to feed." Lan Yi said nonsense, "Go back quickly, my mother and the old lady are still waiting for us to eat." ”

Lan Yi returned to the backyard and saw an old man on crutches standing in front of Mrs. Zhou. Wang Chunrong glanced at it and recognized this person, "How did he come, his legs and feet are not good, but he is quite well-informed." ”

"Brother, who is this person?" Lan Yi heard that Wang Chunrong's tone was not good, so she asked in a low voice.

"This is Wang Chengsu's father, Wang Xiaoren, who lives in Wangjiazhuang, fifty miles east of here." Wang Chunrong replied, "Sister Mo went in, wait for him to go in again, this old thing is the best at pretending." ”

Lan Yi nodded, but pulled Wang Chunrong to hide by the window and peeked in.

"The old slave passed by the front of Zhuangzi and heard that the old lady had arrived, so he came in with courage to greet you." Wang Chengsu, who had gray hair and wrinkled face, shook his hands and wiped his tears, "Seeing that the old lady has a strong body, the old slave is relieved." ”

Mrs. Zhou treated Wang Xiaoren very politely, "The old housekeeper doesn't have to be formal, sit down." ”

Wang Xiaoren didn't dare to say anything, and his eyes fell on Wen Xuan, "This is Young Master Wen Xuan, he really looks exactly the same as the old master when he was a child, the old slave asked the young master to say goodbye." (To be continued.) )