"Did you fertilize it?"

Farming is also a complex science, and Weng Kangshi doesn't think that his talent for music can be perfectly applied to the land, right?

If he really had this kind of talent, why couldn't he even grow a field of turnips.

"Yes." He pointed the camera at the packet of fertilizer on the ground, and reached out for them to see, "This is the potash fertilizer I bought from the town, and the boss told me to use this to grow radishes." ”

- That's weird.

When did this kind of thing become so difficult to grow?

According to Jiang Teng's words, this thing will grow after two weeks of snorting and stepping on two feet in the mud; When the weather is nice, you don't even need human care.

Hua Wei crossed his arms and looked at it carefully, and suddenly said, "Old Weng, is it convenient to go over and let me take a look at your radish twice?" ”

As far as the camera swept over just now, she seemed to find that the 'radish' mentioned by Weng Kangshi seemed to be a little different from her impression, combined with the difficulty of planting what he said, she felt that this thing was more like-

Wild ginseng.

The red flower tops appear in the shot, the emerald green leaves stretching outward, and the lustrous water droplets slide down the leaves and drip into the moist earth.

Vibrant, full of life.

It's really.

The guess came true, Hua Wei pressed his eyebrows helplessly, thinking that it was a big fate that this thing was not raised to death by Weng Kangshi.

She pondered the wording, and for the first time in her life, she felt a little big, "When you dig this 'radish', how big is it?" How long have you been growing it artificially? ”

Although he felt that her question was a little strange, Weng Kangshi still thought about it carefully, and according to the vague impression in his memory, the void flipped his palm, and said with a little hesitation: "It's about half a catty." ”

- This weight, that is also close to a hundred years.

"I ran all over the mountain to dig up so many of them, it turns out that radishes are so difficult to survive in the mountains, I thought it would be much better to plant carefully, but I didn't expect the results to be the same as before."

"The planting years of these plants are not the same, so they are two years and nine months, two years and five months, two years, and five months a year. The rest of these smaller ones are only about half a year. ”

It seems that it was indeed planted with care, and even the year is clearly remembered.

Hua Wei moved her lips, just about to speak; Meng Yu, who had been looking at the edge of the table for a long time, looked at the comparison chart on his mobile phone, trembled his hands, and said softly: "Weng Lao...... It's ginseng! How can a radish have red flowers? ”

If you haven't eaten pork, you should have seen a pig run!

Hasn't Weng Lao seen a radish for most of his life?

"Is it ginseng?" Weng Kangshi squatted on the ground and touched a handful of leaves, slightly confused, and muttered to himself, "I thought it was because of the wild radish, so it looks different from those on the market." ”

As he spoke, he poured some water on it again, and said, "I knew that I would have brought back the few small ones that I had dug up and raised them, and maybe they would still be alive." ”

Hearing this, Meng Yu felt that his heart hurt even more.

That's a lot of money, though it wasn't hers who lost; But she really felt that this group of 'radish' fell into the hands of Weng Lao, and it was indeed a tyrannical thing.

And Hua Wei has already secretly turned on the communication function of the white square, and the video connection is connected to Su He in the 18th area, and now she is also secretly watching the small piece of wild ginseng in the video.

After a few moments, Hua Wei, who was carrying a mini communicator in his ear, listened to the sound of a fried pan over there, and only felt that his brain hurt.

(End of chapter)