My 1995 Small Farm

   "I heard from Dahai that the farm you built, Fugui, is doing well. This year, people have started to go."

   Zhao Dahai's father, Zhao Yubao, had a drink with Chen Ling and said.

   "It's gone, but it was still attracted by the big old turtle in our reservoir. It only took a while, and now people are almost astigmatized."

   Chen Ling said.

  Actually, as far as these tourists are concerned, the farm doesn’t have a lot of money. Those who have been living in the farm are the directors and actors of those crews, and the bulk of the money comes from them.

  The dividends brought by tourists are the money earned by the little white cow selling tickets, and the old father-in-law and mother-in-law selling meals.

  As for Chen Ling ordering out the second-generation wolfhound himself, this is still nothing to do, but the reputation of beef is gradually growing.

   "The traffic in your place is not good. It takes a lot of time to come and go. It's normal to have astigmatism, but your farm doesn't rely on those people to make money. Selling wine and agricultural products is enough for you to earn."

  Han Ninggui peeled the quail eggs for Yaya and Ruirui, and said with a smile.

When it comes to wine and agricultural products, Zhao Dahai's mother also came alive, and praised repeatedly: "Yes, yes, Fugui brought two jars of wine to the family. The wine is really delicious. I heard from Dahai that it is very expensive to sell. .”

After finishing speaking, the old lady said to the people next to her: "Da Hai and Xiao Lin often run to them, and sometimes they take Wen Xia and Du Juan with them. They play for several days. Xiao Chen knows a lot. They Young people love to go and play with him..."

  The old lady praised Chen Ling, saying that he was so good at hunting, how delicious his cooking was, and that he was even better at farming than others, and that the food and vegetables he grew were better than others.

   These old people liked to chat with Chen Ling.

   When I was seated, I specially found him and sat with Chen Ling's family.

   While pushing cups and changing glasses, they chatted freely, and the group seemed very close and lively.

   This aroused the curiosity of many others, and from time to time, some people cast their eyes here and listened to them quietly.

  The identities of these elderly people are not simple.

   It is also a great writer and a great professor.

   Specially sat in the seat here, surrounded by these two young people so affectionately, they all thought that this family of three had some serious background.

   People like Zhao Yubao and Han Ninggui have a good relationship with Shan Mao's father. As elders, they shouldn't be sitting here.

  However, the people who came here today are all their own people, and the Shanmao family didn’t make any fixed seating arrangements. There is no need to talk about closeness and closeness, and people are seated in line, so that everyone can come as comfortable as possible.

  So generally acquaintances sit together.

  Chen Ling and the others would naturally be considered to have a close relationship with the old people.

   There are also people who are familiar with Zhao Dahai's family. They are relatives from Shanmao's family. Out of curiosity, they also sat down to see who Chen Ling's family is and get to know them.

   Now Zhao Dahai's mother is talking about such an old couple.

  After hearing Zhao Dahai's mother's praise, they really believed it. Looking at Chen Ling, they were all amazed, and they all lamented that young people can't look good.

"People say that this is about to enter a new era, and farming is useless. If you ask me, it still depends on the person. Xiao Chen is such a talent. The vegetables he grows, the chickens and ducks he lays eggs are all snatched by others. Want to."

  Zhao Dahai's mother is still boasting.

   Chen Ling blushed when he heard that.

  I said to my good aunt, my eggs and duck eggs are really good, but I haven’t grown or sold vegetables in the past two years, thank you for your praise.

   At this time, the old lady was still very excited to tell people.

In the end, she said in high spirits: "Xiao Chen, during the Dragon Boat Festival, I will go to your place with you Uncle Zhao to play, and by the way, I will also go to see my daughter, and then we will harvest the wheat for you. Just teach us how to grow vegetables, and you, Uncle Zhao, and I have long wanted to open up a half-acre and three-cent farmland to grow something."

   "Welcome, welcome. Auntie, Uncle Zhao and your family will all come over. We will have a temple fair at the Dragon Boat Festival this year, and we will also race dragon boats. It must be fun."

   Chen Ling replied with a smile.

  When he said this, the people on the tables next to them who were quietly listening to their speech with their ears pricked up became interested in an instant, and came over to ask questions.

  Inquire about the place, ask about the old turtle monster that they have heard about before, and so on.

  They dispersed after asking noisily.

   Several old men and women at the table insisted on pestering him, asking him to talk about his experience in farming, saying that the vegetable garden they opened at home was not good at all, and asked him to give some advice.

  Chen Ling has no experience. Although he has gradually become familiar with farm work in the past two years and has gradually become more comfortable in doing it, he is still half-baked.

  I only picked a few easy-to-manage and easy-to-live vegetables, and suggested that they grow them.

  What loofah, pumpkin, beans, a large piece of one kind, these things can also be grown on the balcony upstairs, easy to manage.

  For other vegetables, not to mention the good ones and the bad ones, the key point is that the place in the city is small, watering and fertilization is a problem, and the taste of the grown ones is not good.

   In the end, it was still a waste of effort.

Let’s say they are in the countryside. Many crops have to be sprayed before the rain and fertilized after the rain. Some crops have to catch up with water after the rain, and they have to turn seedlings in the muddy fields. Some crops have started to attract insects since they are planted. Bite, until the harvest season needs to keep spraying to prevent pests...

  Be aware of the weather and solar terms before and after the rain. This is the case in the countryside. In the city, the places where vegetables can be grown are small and cannot be used. Sometimes these aspects are not noticed. It is normal for the things grown to be not tasty or grow well.

   After Chen Ling told this, he thought they would find it troublesome, but he didn't expect these people to be very interested.

  Why do you spray the medicine before the rain? If it rains, the medicine will be washed away, and it won’t work? Isn't it a waste of effort and a waste of pesticides? Watering after the rain, will not water too much and drown the crops?

   "That won't be the case. For example, eggplants, after they bear fruit, they have to catch up with water after the rain..."

  Chen Ling took out the eggplant and said it again.

   Then he briefly talked about the benefits of spraying before the rain.

   "...Look, after it rains like this, the crops will have enough water to drink. If you spray pesticides at this time, they won't absorb the pesticides. Naturally, spraying pesticides after the rain will not be as effective as spraying before the rain."

"It is said that the rain washes away the pesticides, and it is the same reason to waste them without wasting them. The crops absorb the effects of the pesticides before the rain, and after the pesticides are applied, it is equivalent to inoculating them in advance, which improves their resistance and prevents them from being destroyed by the rain. Then breed disease."

   "Oh, so it is like this."

  Everyone suddenly realized after listening.

  They are old and have nothing else to do. They have a lot of free time and want to grow flowers and vegetables by themselves. This is the deep-rooted hobby of many Chinese people.

   At this moment, after pulling Chen Ling to communicate, they all started gearing up, each of them wanting to have a big fight.

   "Just now Xiao Chen said that mushrooms can also be grown. This year, autumn has come, and we will also free up a room to grow some mushrooms."

   "Cut, it takes a lot of effort to grow mushrooms. You might as well, as Fugui said, throw a rotten wooden stake into the yard and let it grow fungus by itself."

"Hahaha…"

  The conversation of a group of old men and old ladies left the guests on other tables stunned.

   I really don’t understand why these great professors and writers are so interested in talking about these things.

   Isn’t it just growing vegetables, what’s so fun about it?