The fourth girl of the farmer

Chapter 42
Generally understood, nutrition issues.If it is nutritious, it will grow well in winter, and it will grow in spring; if it is not nutritious, its foundation will be weak, and it will not stand the pressure of frost and snow!

Fertilizer, how can there be?
Looking around, the fertile water does not flow into the fields of outsiders, but no children in any house or house are shitting and peeing everywhere.It's not about how high the quality is, it's about being well educated since childhood, and keeping it at home to solve, at least, it can water a nest of vegetables and a nest of grain.

No wonder Dad was helpless!
You can't just watch the wheat turn yellow. All the hopes of this family are strangled in the cradle!
Little Yang Ziqian was instantly more worried than adults.

These days, there are no such messy fertilizers as compound fertilizers and superphosphate.

In addition to the fertilizer produced by the farm, it is the burned plant ash; and the fertilizer made from weeds.

Retting, how to retting?
It took ten days and half a month for the fertilizer to come out, and the flowers hadn't faded, but the wheat had turned yellow.

Yang Ziqian was overwhelmed by this question that popped up suddenly.

The reason why the flowers are so red is because they are nourished by rain and sunlight; why the ferns are so fat is because they are nourished by dead branches and rotten leaves.

That's right, under the big trees in the back mountain, the leaves are rotten into ashes and mud.That thing is the best fertilizer, ready-made, at least one basket of plaster can be taken under a tree, and a large handful can be thrown into a nest of wheat.The trees all over the mountain, the fertilizer everywhere, are truly inexhaustible.

Thinking about it, he laughed cheerfully.

This little heartless person makes me feel so sad, but she can still laugh.Yueniang glanced at her daughter, then at her husband, and cleaned up the dishes, speechless and sad.

"Sister, it's broken, the taro tree's leaves are turning yellow!" Yang Zimu went out as usual to observe the baby first.As a result, I discovered the problem today and came back in a panic to report.

Yang Ziqian was startled and ran out to have a look.

But no, a single leaf has turned yellow.

It was clear that the taro leaves were green for a period of time, and every morning, she was still counting the drops of water on the taro leaves.That was a success.Why is it turning yellow for no reason?

I squatted down, found a branch, and carefully pulled out the root of the taro. The white and tender taro stood there impressively, and there was no sign of rot.

"Could it be because you're afraid of the cold and you've been frozen?" Yang Zimu followed behind, whispering his conjecture.

When you slap your head, the so-called concern is chaotic. It’s almost winter, taro, and it’s time to hibernate. Isn’t the leaf slowly turning yellow and withering and rotting, and by next spring, fresh leaf buds will grow out.

"Well, it's okay. It should be the same as these trees. It loses its leaves when winter comes, and sprouts again when spring comes." Throwing away the branches, he patted the soil on his hands smartly, "Go, brother, pick up the bamboo basket, we Go to the back mountain to pick fertilizer, and prepare to top-dress the wheat."

When did my sister quietly lose weight?During this period of time, the whole family worked together, and she had no chance to avoid them for this huge project.Where in the back mountain is there piled up fat that makes my father worry.

Holding a sickle in his hand, he called his eldest brother to pick up the bamboo basket, and walked towards the back mountain confidently. "Come with me." If it wasn't for the wrong time, she even wanted to say "Let's go at dawn!" Thinking of that song, she suddenly laughed out loud.

This sister is always in a good mood.

I don't know what kind of fertilizer it will be. I don't pick a manure bucket but a bamboo basket.

The sickle opened the way, walked under a big tree, handed the knife to the eldest brother, and signaled him to cut off all the weeds and small branches under the tree.

Putting the bamboo basket on the ground, a pair of small hands began to pick up the black dust and dirt.

"Sister, what is this used for?" Yang Zimu put the sickle aside, but he didn't know what the little girl was doing with the dirt, not afraid of dirt or smell.

"Brother, look, aren't these smelly and dirty?" A pair of black hands were displayed in front of Yang Zimu's eyes. You don't need to look, just smell the smell to know that the girl is talking nonsense.

I don't understand, I don't understand, and I even feel that my brain is not enough, and I can't figure out what my sister is doing.

"This is the leaves that have fallen here year after year, rotting into mud, layer by layer, turning into ash and mud. You see, the soil has turned black. This is the best fertilizer. We pick it back, For each nest of wheat, throw a large handful of such ash, and then pour a little water, and the wheat will definitely grow well." After explaining patiently, a problem was easily solved.So, use your brain and observe more, it will really be rewarding.

Yang Zimu's eyes lit up.

"Let me come, you are most afraid of being dirty, you rest on the sidelines for a while, and we will go to the wheat field to add fertilizer after we pick it back. And let Dad pick it too!" He said, pulling these precious fertilizers.

A competent commander is one who is good at talking but not using hands.Since the eldest brother wants to take care of everything, she is also happy to be free.

Under a tree, a bamboo basket was filled with fertilizer easily; under a big tree next to it, weeds and small branches were still cut down, and there was another bamboo basket.

The two brothers and sisters happily chose to go home.

"I was looking for you just now!" Yang Danian wanted to take his son to fertilize the wheat in the soil first.After all, what is in the soil is the right way. "Hey, what did you choose, plant ash?" Plant ash is also a good fertilizer, but if the family cooks three meals, the burnt plant ash is not enough to scatter a piece of soil.

"Father, this is the fertilizer that my sister and I dug out from the mountain!" With a smirk on his lips, he imitated the example and pretended to be a fool.

"What kind of fertilizer can there be in the back mountain?" Yang Danian came over, grabbed a handful, and squeezed it in his hand, it was similar to plant ash, but thicker.In the eyes of old peasants, there is only fat or not, and there is no concept of dirty or dirty.After pinching and taking a look, I already knew that this was indeed fertilizer.

Look at the son, then look at the daughter, he still doesn't know where the fertilizer comes from.

"Hehe, dad, just wait for me a little bit. I'll throw this pick out of the nest, and I'll take you to dig out the fertilizer!" I knew that my dad would look like this in surprise.Yang Zimu laughed happily.

A nest of wheat, a handful of ashes, thrown at the feet of the wheat seedlings, I believe, enough for them to survive the winter.

When he knew that the fertilizer came from under the big tree in the back mountain, Yang Danian laughed dumbfounded.

Why did such a smart child come out of my own family?

This mountain has existed from generation to generation, but in Li's village, at least for the few years he has been here, every household is worrying about fertilizer.How could anyone know that this place is a treasure trove of fertilizer?

God, in fact, Yang Danian is not mean to him, a virtuous and capable wife; three healthy sons;A consummated family, as long as they live slowly, they will be blessed.He is content with not starving or freezing, and bringing up his children safely!
(End of this chapter)