In the blink of an eye, Plum Pass was already golden everywhere. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info golden rice and golden rice have become the most eye-catching beauty of Plum Valley. The rice field next to Zhang's Hua's house has only seen a thick layer of rice.

"It's called a flower, this rice will be harvested as long as it is eight or nine minutes ripe, otherwise when the rice is fully ripe, when it is harvested, most of it will fall into the rice field. Your field is the earliest in the village. Early tomorrow morning, your uncle and I will come over and harvest this field for you. Zhang Manyin was afraid that the flowers would not understand farming, so he hurriedly came over to urge.

"Grandpa, don't worry. I'm getting ready to harvest. You will not use it. With Wen Rong and the three of them, we finished it in one day. Zhang Zhaohua shook her head.

"Isn't it easier for you kid to have a lot of people? Are you afraid that grandpa and uncle will eat your food?" Zhang Manyin said with a smile.

"You've planted so much. It's all familiar, you don't have time to take care of yourself, I have Wen Rong and a few of them here to help. Zhang Zhaohua was actually worried that the spell he used scared Zhang Manyin and them.

"You kid. It's all a family, why are you seeing it like this?" Zhang Manyin knew that this grandson was sensible. Other people's children don't have to go to the fields. But Zhaohua has already used his little arms to hold up a piece of the sky. Looking at it made Zhang Manyin feel a little distressed. So, no matter what, Zhang Manyin was still ready to come over the next day to help Zhang Zhaohua.

"It's called Hua, the seedlings of late rice haven't been planted, I'll plant them for you. After that, you can go to my seedling field and pull out the seedlings. Anyway, as long as one hybrid seedling is planted, one seedling is fine. I should have enough seedlings. Zhang Manyin had already prepared some seedlings for Zhang Zhaohua.

Zhang Zhaohua smiled and said, "Grandpa, look at it." The seedlings in my field will definitely grow faster than the seedlings you planted. ”

In the evening, Zhang Zhaohua came out with a few golden tigers. I saw a sickle flying, and the seedlings in the rice field fell down one by one, and then in the roar of a threshing machine, the rice fell off in the threshing machine.

Someone in Meizitang heard the sound of the threshing machine and opened the door to look, but it was pitch black outside. Zhang Qianlong ran over with a flashlight, but found that the rice field where Zhang Zhaohua had been cut down. The threshing machine was also carried to the field, and two baskets of rice were placed on the edge of the field.

Zhang Qianlong took a flashlight and shone it around, "Is there anyone? Is there anyone? It's called a flower! Are you hunting at night?"

Zhang Zhaohua walked out of the house with a flashlight, "Uncle Qianlong, is there something wrong?"

"You're going to hunt at night?" asked Zhang Qianlong.

"Hmm. It's too hot during the day. Just take advantage of the cold at night to shoot the grass. Zhang Zhaohua said.

"I see. I thought who was still threshing so late. The night doesn't work out. You wait until dawn to threw. When the time comes, I'll come over to help. This night is cool, it's cool, but if you accidentally get somewhere, you can't do it. Zhang Qianlong knew that Zhang Zhaohua was alone at home, and such a big child couldn't do the work in the fields.

"Yes. Zhang Zhaohua sent Zhang Qianlong away.

Zhang Qianlong arrived at the house, closed the door, and the threshing machine outside sounded again.

"Who's still hunting so late?" asked Li Yuju, Zhang Qianlong's mother-in-law.

"It's called the Flower Family. Zhang Qianlong couldn't help frowning when he heard the sound of the threshing machine outside.

"Ask Hua to be alone at home, how can you fight He? Could it be Wen Rong and the others?" Li Yuju was also a little strange.

"It should be. But when I just passed, I didn't see anyone. Just let Hua be alone at home, barefoot and barefoot, and there was no mud on his feet. Wen Rong, a few of them didn't see each other. Zhang Qianlong shook his head.

"Ah!" Li Yuju exclaimed. Get ready to open the door and go out to see the oddity.

"Don't look. The flower is called the plum mountain. Maybe it's the spell used. Zhang Qianlong hurriedly stopped his mother-in-law.

"Ah, that's still not looking. Li Yuju immediately withdrew her hand. Meishan is still intimidating to ordinary people.

For more than one acre of paddy, the threshing machine rang continuously for more than an hour before it stopped. The rice has all been piled up in the hall called the flower family, and the boss has piled it up. At least fifteen or six hundred pounds. In this year, the yield of 1,000 catties per mu is already a very high yield, and if the yield of Zhang Zhaohua's field is said, it will definitely alarm the whole country. Because this field can be attributed to more than 1,002 acres of yield.

Fortunately, Zhang Zhaohua directly collected the rice into the house, and even if others knew that the yield per mu was very high, they did not know a specific number. In addition, the information of Mei Ziao is backward, no matter how high the output of the Zhang Hua family is, no one will be able to spread such news.

The rice was harvested into the house, and Zhang Zhaohua had something to do. Late rice seeds, Zhang Zhaohua has also been prepared for a long time, and it is also a grain seed of one acre of field. Zhang Zhaohua didn't even plough the field, but directly made rows of holes in the field with a thousand quintals on the dry land, and then planted three of the three grains in the valley into the holes. Then sprinkle some grass ash mixed with soil to cover the hole.

He also did not put water into the field, Zhang Zhaohua held a bowl, stood in the field and directly recited the spiritual water mantra: the disciple set up an altar in the rice field, once the incense, the ancestor changed, the incense twice, the master changed, the incense three times, the Sanyuan general changed, the incense four times, the Hua Tuo patriarch changed, the incense five times, the five hundred barbarian thunder changes, the incense six times, the Taibai Xingjun change, the incense seven changes, the seven immortals in the sky, the incense eight times, the eight immortals changed, the incense nine times, the nine heavens Xuannu changed, the incense ten times, the ancestor changed orally, the spiritual water was changed, turned into water, not into water, that is, the water became water, the disciple held a bowl of cool water in his hand, a bowl turned into ten bowls, ten bowls turned into a hundred bowls, a hundred bowls into a thousand bowls, a thousand bowls into ten thousand bowls of spiritual water.

When I walked there, the water in my hand flicked into the field, and it fell like a drizzle. In a matter of moments, a puddle of stagnant water had already accumulated in the field. The mud in the hole where the grain seed was lit shook slightly, and the seedlings slowly came out of the hole. Like a lazy girl stretching her waist. Soon, Zhang Zhaohua walked all over the field, and the water in the bowl also watered the whole field, and the bowl of water was just enough to be watered. When Zhang Zhaohua went up to the ridge, there was already an inch of water in the paddy field. And the seedlings of the whole field have all grown. The weeds and stalks in the fields melted at a rate visible to the naked eye and disappeared from the rice fields. Fortunately, no one can see this scene except Zhang Zhaohua.

"Wow......"

A new day dawned on the Plum Valley, where the rooster sang loudly on the rocks at the head of the village. The eastern ridge is shining with golden light, and such a beautiful day will begin again.

Six sun-drying mats have been placed in front of Zhang's house, and six loads of rice have been dried on them. The Diamond Mountain Leopard with a group of puppies stood by. The poultry in the village did not dare to come at all.

Zhang Manyin was already stunned before he walked to the rice field of Zhang Zhaohua's house with a sickle. The rice in the field has turned into a field of green seedlings. (To be continued.) )