The fallen leaves are spread layer after layer, some are yellow, some are tender green, and they are probably torn off by naughty little animals.

Lingbao seemed to have found some big treasure, squatted on the ground, put his hands together and threw them all into the back basket.

"This is mine, and that is mine, it's all mine!"

Cheng Yi said boredly, "Don't worry, no one will rob you."

Na Lingbao is also happy, she is happy about everything.

Fallen leaves occupy the volume, the back basket is full, but in fact it is still very light, Lingbao pressed it with his hand, but after letting go, it bounced up again.

But they didn't just go back like this, and it was very time-consuming to go back and forth, just find something and press it.

When the basket really can't fit, carry it home.

"Let's just say that there are a lot of fallen leaves on the mountain, so let's not worry." Ling Bao said happily, "We have collected so much at the foot of the mountain."

On the way, I met the village chief and was surprised to see them carrying so many leaves.

"Lingbao, what are you doing here?"

Ling Bao was just about to speak, remembering that his father said that he had to test first, so he covered his mouth and said vaguely, "I can't say it, I'll know it later."

Cheng Yun chuckled: "It's just a small experiment, and I don't know what the result will be."

The village chief doesn't know what the test is, and if he doesn't understand, he won't break the casserole and ask to the end, because he doesn't necessarily understand if he asks.

So he said happily, "It must be possible, Lingbao is a little lucky star."

Isn't it Xiao Fuxing, if it weren't for Lingbao's recovery, his Xiaozhuang would have died, as well as his fingers, and last year's flood, all thanks to Lingbao.

Dumping all the fallen leaves in the backyard, Lingbao was full of energy and not tired at all: "Let's go, let's go again!"

After a busy day, Lingbao looked at the pit full of fallen leaves and felt a sense of accomplishment.

In order to avoid the wind, sun and rain, they also set up a simple shed, which can reduce the loss of fertilizer.

For the next few days, they would go to the mountains every day, sometimes at the bottom of the mountain, sometimes a little inside.

On this day, I was lucky enough to find an animal carcass.

The gnawing is very clean, and you can't see what kind of animal it was before birth, only a skeleton remains.

"Pick this up too!" Ling Bao said with a smile.

Make compost or compost, and throw anything that is perishable.

When the weeds and fallen leaves are almost picked up, they are mixed and thrown into the pit, piled up layer by layer, and after pouring manure, urine and water on each layer, and then evenly sprinkle a small amount of lime.

I have it at home, and I haven't used up the fungus I bought last time to cultivate fungus.

"Daddy, you have to pay attention, the middle and lower layers must be thicker than the upper layers." Ling Bao explained carefully.

As for the amount of manure and urine fertilizer and water added to each layer, it is necessary to have more upper layers and less lower layers, so that they can go down the river and distribute them evenly up and down.

In order to study composting, Cheng Zhongqian deliberately took a day off.

If it is really useful, it must be implemented nationwide, and he familiarized himself with it in advance.

Ling Bao looked at it and thought, "Daddy, should we raise some chickens, ducks, pigs, and lambs?"

The king who was lying on the eaves lazily basking in the sun instantly sobered up, he jumped down lightly, and said angrily, "Lingbao, it's not enough for you to have me, you also have to raise other small animals? It's too much, I'm the only one who has you!"

Lingbao explained, "I just think that if you raise them, you can use their manure as fertilizer, and if you fatten them, you can kill and eat meat."

Saying that, Harazi is about to flow down: "The meat is delicious, and you like it too, my king."

The king had a very big appetite, and sometimes he went back to the mountains to catch pheasants and hares to eat, and some of them would be brought back to give them a tooth sacrifice.

In this way, the king was not angry for a moment, and he still thought about the feasibility of this matter.

After doing it, Cheng Zhongqian's face was covered with sweat

, sat down on the spot very unfiguratively, gasping for breath.

Lingbao took a handkerchief and wiped his eyes, in case it fell into his eyes, he would sting.

Cheng Zhongqian asked, "What do you want to raise?"

Ling Bao thought for a moment, "Pig? I've heard that pigs pull a lot. And the pigs are so fat, when they are raised, we can eat a lot of meat!"

Cheng Zhongqian smiled, nodded at her forehead and said, "I think you just want to eat meat, right?"

Lingbao smiled and was discovered.

The next day, Cheng Zhongqian asked Cheng Yun to take her to the county seat to buy meat.

The previous book Cheng Yun was copied down, with annotations, so this time I brought the original too, and when Cheng Zhongqian rested at noon, they went to visit Gao Xianqing together.

Cheng Zhongqian straightened his clothes and asked a little nervously, "Do I wear like this? Isn't that rude?"

"Daddy's dressed very well." Ling Bao comforted, "Don't worry, Daddy, Grandpa Gao is very good."

Cheng Yun was silent for a while, he was also very curious, why Ling Bao was not afraid at all when he saw Gao Xianqing.

Cheng Zhongqian breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good. It must be a good temper to lend the collection to me who I have never met."

Cheng Yun buckled the door, and it was Gao Yi who came to open the door.

After saying hello, Gao Yi led them into the house.

"Dad, Lingbao, they're here."

Cheng Zhongqian's back was straight, his heart was pounding, and his eyes were on the side door.

Gao Xianqing is famous, but in fact, there are not many people who have seen him, or that his people are not as famous as his poems, so Cheng Zhongqian can't help but wonder what the monk will look like, since Lingbao said that he has a good temper, then he must be kind and amiable, right?

There are steady footsteps gradually approaching, first a corner of the robe, and then the whole person.

Cheng Zhongqian raised a smile and looked up.

Gao Xianqing is in good spirits, his eyes are sharp, like a knife, he doesn't smile when he sees who dies, the furrow between his eyebrows is very deep, just looking at his face, he only knows that this is a stubborn little old man, and ordinary people dare not approach.

Cheng Zhongqian's smile froze on his face, no matter how he looked at it, he didn't look like he had a good temper.

He looked down to look for Lingbao, but Lingbao didn't look back, but greeted him happily and called sweetly, "Grandpa Gao, I'm coming to see you."

Gao Xianqing nodded, looking very cold, but asked Gao Yi to go out immediately to buy some hot pastries.

She didn't forget her father, and brought the stiff Cheng Zhongqian over: "Grandpa Gao, this is my father, isn't it very good-looking?"

Gao Xianqing looked at him, and Cheng Zhongqian was under pressure: "Junior Cheng Zhongqian, I have seen Mr. Gao."

Gao Xianqing nodded and said, "What's the use of being good-looking, a manly man, you should have great ambitions."

Cheng Zhongqian chuckled in his heart, it seems that Mr. Gao prefers to be rude.

So how else can he ask questions?

Yes, I finally had the opportunity to meet Gao Xianqing, and Cheng Zhongqian also brought the questions he didn't understand, but I felt that even if he was cheeky enough to ask for advice, Gao Xianqing would not necessarily answer.

Who made him a beautiful man?