Watermelon is a fruit that is very sensitive to the soil, a piece of land is up to three years, and after the third year, in order to ensure the taste of watermelon, pumpkin seedlings must be grafted.

When the midsummer solstice returns, the land has been planted with watermelons for too long.

She can solve the problem of root-knot nematodes, but she can't solve this rule. Therefore, last year's watermelon should be grafted with pumpkin seedlings.

After the villagers found out, Sister Tuo Bailu and Ms. Liu interceded with Sheng Xia Zhi and handed over the job to them and let them earn the money.

I just came back from the midsummer solstice, and I don't know the details of the crowd. Because everyone was very confident, and with Sister Bai Lu and Ms. Liu as guarantors, she agreed.

However, the villagers have never grafted watermelon seedlings.

They had experience in grafting other crops, and thought that grafting watermelon seedlings was the same, and the consequence was that all the melon seedlings were destroyed.

Later, on the midsummer solstice, I ran a lot of places to make up for the seedlings of that season.

Midsummer Solstice still regrets it until now: "I just investigated it at the time." In this accident, I spent more than 20,000 yuan, and the time cost was higher, so I couldn't calculate it. ”

She sighed: "It's always easy to trust your own experience. ”

Jiang Han intuitively felt that this matter was not quite right, but he couldn't understand what was wrong for a while, so he had to put it aside for the time being.

He asked Midsummer Solstice: "Do you still eat steamed buns today?" ”

Midsummer solstice immediately emphasized: "You can eat liquid food, the doctor said!" ”

Jiang Han was amused by her, rubbed her hair, and went to the kitchen to cook.

In the evening, Sister Bai Lu called and asked about the physical condition of the midsummer solstice, she said: "Your melon, if there are not enough people, the villagers can-"

Sister Bai Lu meant that she wanted the villagers to participate in the melon field work.

Midsummer Solstice didn't understand. She said to her mother, "I can fix it, don't worry"

Sister Bai Lu sighed softly and said no more.

After being sick for many days on the midsummer solstice, Jiang Han took over her work in an all-round way, and finally knew why she got up early and couldn't stay home at night.

There are a lot of things in the greenhouse, and they are trivial, the area of the greenhouse is still large, but fortunately, with the help of Uncle Sun and Uncle Jianjun, Jiang Han was not so busy that he collapsed.

However, the sum of the three of them is not worth the efficiency of a midsummer solstice

Recently, the temperature has risen, and the watermelons planted first in Zone 3 have already bloomed.

When Midsummer Solstice talked about it last night, Jiang Han thought that flowering was a distant thing and didn't pay attention to it. Unexpectedly, when I entered the greenhouse this morning, I was hit by a critical attack.

Watermelon flowers are like this, after flowering, they are pollinated within four hours. If it takes more than four hours, the melon is finished.

Looking at the pale yellow flowers stretching for five acres, Jiang Han was a little desperate.

Someone asked at the door of the greenhouse: "Is there anyone, take the melon?" ”

It's Aunt Zhengqiu.

Jiang Han put his frustration aside and went to greet her.

Aunt Zhengqiu is also familiar with him, and she cares about the condition of the midsummer solstice.

Jiang Han took off the registration book on the whiteboard and gave it to her, and asked curiously: "Auntie, why do you pick melons in the morning?" ”

Aunt Zhengqiu was a little surprised: "You don't know? Watermelons should be picked in the morning on a sunny day. If the skin is thin and easy to crack, pick it in the evening. ”

Jiang Han gave a thumbs up: "Hello professional." ”

Aunt Zhengqiu was a little shy and said, "Everyone knows it." ”

She took the notebook and pen, and her expression became a little timid. She discussed with Jiang Han, "Xiao Jiang, my handwriting is not good-looking, can you help me write." ”

Midsummer solstice said that Aunt Zhengqiu can't even use pinyin. Jiang Han wanted to agree, but he was worried about causing trouble for the midsummer solstice.

The village committee's decision to let the person who took the melon write the name himself always had their considerations. And this rule has existed for a long time, and he can't easily break it.

He had an idea and said, "Auntie, let's not sign anymore, I'll take a picture of you, people and melons are there, and it will be easy to check in the future." ”

Aunt Zhengqiu was so frightened that she couldn't help waving her hand, "No, no, I'm like this, forget it, I don't want melons-"

Jiang Han explained to her: "Let's take pictures in the future, and don't write names." What do you think. ”

Aunt Zhengqiu finally calmed down, thought about it, and said, "That's a good idea." Many old people in the village have dizzy eyes and can't see the words clearly, and every time they come to get melons, they have to bring a seal. That's a good idea. ”

"That's a good feeling." Jiang Han said: "The first photo, for you." ”

Aunt Zhengqiu hesitated to agree, still a little shy.

She straightened her hair and clothes against the glass wall of the greenhouse, rubbed it for a long time, and asked Jiang Han: "Can I see it like this?" ”

Jiang Han didn't urge her, and praised: "Very good." ”

Jiang Han's photography skills are good, Aunt Zhengqiu looked at it for a long time, and asked him to pass the photos to herself.

When waiting for the photo, Aunt Zhengqiu asked: "Xiao Jiang, I came in just now, and I saw you sighing, what are you worried about?" ”

"You want to pollinate the watermelon flowers." Jiang Han's head hurt again, "Such a big piece, when will I be able to finish it." ”

Aunt Zhengqiu hesitated for a moment and said, "I'll do it, can I help you." I don't want money, I just want something to do. ”

Jiang Han knew the reason for Midsummer Solstice's rejection of the villagers, but he didn't accept it.

He knew that everyone had made mistakes, but he felt that he should give everyone another chance.

What's more, the situation is urgent. He happily said to Aunt Zhengqiu, "Great, welcome, welcome." ”

Jiang Han brought Aunt Zhengqiu to bring the third district, and Uncle Jianjun also came, followed by a bald head, it was Uncle Zhou.

Uncle Jianjun walked around the third district yesterday, and it is estimated that the watermelon will bloom immediately, so he specially asked Uncle Zhou to help today.

The time was close to noon, the temperature gradually rose, and the greenhouse was as hot as a steamer, roasting everyone sweating like rain.

Everyone kept bending down and squatting, and after a while, they were tired and had a sore back.

Uncle Zhou soon couldn't stand it anymore and stood up and beat his waist. Uncle Jianjun didn't want to go, and said to Uncle Zhou, "Please drink at night." ”

"It's fine." Uncle Zhou wiped his head, "Bald head help bald head." ”

Uncle Jianjun asked, "What do you mean?" ”

"I'm not educated." Uncle Zhou was quite proud: "This is Xiao Xia's territory, let's help, and we can be regarded as half a cultural person." Cultural people must be cultured when they speak, you know. ”

Aunt Zhengqiu ignored the gags of the two and still buried herself in work. Her collar was soaked with sweat, but she didn't feel tired, and she didn't stop working on her hands.

Jiang Han pollinated the flowers for the first time, clumsy, and although he was not lazy, the progress was very slow. He wiped the sweat from his forehead with the corner of his clothes, thinking to himself, it turns out that the midsummer solstice is like this every day.

The four of them worked together, and the pollination was finally completed on time.

Uncle Zhou's chicken farm still has a job, so he left early.

Jiang Han knew the temper of the midsummer solstice, and was worried that she would be angry if she knew about this, so he pulled Uncle Jianjun aside and whispered:

"Daddy, pollination is a job given to me by Xiao Xia.

You see, I ate and lived in Xiao Xia's place for nothing, and if she knew that I couldn't even do this thing, I would really have no face to see people.

So, can you talk to Uncle Zhou Zhengqiu and Aunt Qiu, this is our secret, don't let Xiao Xia know, save me some face with her, okay. ”

Uncle Jianjun was also involved in the 'grafting seedling tragedy', and he knew that the midsummer solstice no longer trusted the villagers and did not allow them to participate in the greenhouse work.

He knew very well that Jiang Han's excuse was not for himself, but for them.

He patted Jiang Han on the shoulder and said a little lonely, "Xia Xia is right.

She is all high-tech, we, our group of people, have long been outdated, can't keep up with the times, can't help her, and cause her trouble. ”

His words made Jiang Han a little sad.

He wanted to comfort Uncle Jianjun, but the language seemed too pale at this time.

He hesitated for a moment and made a bold decision.

He asked, "Daddy, if you have time tomorrow, can you come and help me?" ”

He called Aunt Zhengqiu, who hadn't left yet: "There is also an aunt, let's come together tomorrow." ”

Uncle Jianjun was surprised: "It's all high-tech here, I won't-"

"I'll teach you." Jiang Han said: "I didn't know anything at the beginning, Xiao Xia taught me, I learned, and now, I will teach you."

Don't worry, if it doesn't work once, let's learn it twice, and if you learn it twice, you won't learn it four times, you can always remember it. ”