jdhmnovel Chapter 642: Can farming be written into a book?
Chapter 642: Can farming be written into a book?
Zhou Guo said, "It's my fault for not telling you clearly. We sell duck eggs and manure here. Let's not talk about this for now. Let's go home first. You have come all the way here and haven't eaten yet. Let's go to our house for dinner."
The housekeeper will soon bring two people with baskets to collect duck eggs.
The two old people waved their hands repeatedly, "No, no, no, no thanks, we are here to buy fertilizer, why do we have to eat at your house, we brought dry food."
Zhou Guo said, "How can that be possible? I didn't show any courtesy when I came to your house. If you two insist on not going, how can I have the nerve to eat at your house next time? I will be too embarrassed to go."
She stood up, and at that moment the duck eggs had been counted.
The housekeeper said, "Master, there are a total of 111 duck eggs here, all of them are good."
Zhou Guo nodded.
The housekeeper gave them all the money without a penny less.
Zhou Guo said to her, "Just watch over there. If you feel undecided, come to my house and find me."
"Yes." The housekeeper said and took her people away.
Zhou Guo stood up, picked up the two people's backpacks, and walked home with them.
Except for a few people who are studying, everyone in the family is at home now, after all, it is time for lunch.
Although he was surprised to see her coming back with two old people, a smile appeared on his face before he said anything.
Li smiled and said, "Come in, come in. We'll be able to eat in a little while. Da Mao, move the stools, pour some tea for grandpa and grandma, and get some cakes."
After that, he turned to the old couple and said, "Please sit down first. I will be away for a while. The soup is still stewing in the kitchen."
The old lady smiled and said, "Okay, okay, you go first and don't worry about us."
Zhou Guo led them to their seats.
Zhou Gu poured tea and brought some pastries.
The old man smiled at them and signaled Zhou Guo when they were not paying attention, "Who is this? Where did you pick him up from? This person is getting older and older?"
Zhou Guo introduced the two parties, pointing at the old man and said, "Grandpa Chen, Grandma Chen, this is my old man, my master, master, this is a family I met when I was collecting duck eggs..."
The old man smiled and exchanged a few words, feeling relieved that they were not picking up anyone from his home. Now that his family business was big, it was no longer appropriate for him to pick up anyone.
The old couple didn't say much after they entered the door.
They originally thought that Zhou Guo was just a child from an ordinary farmer's family, and it didn't matter even if his family was well-off.
But I didn't expect her to be so rich and have such a big farm. Those people still called her master, and she lived in such a big and nice house. Even the headman of their village couldn't afford to live in such a house.
When they saw the cakes and pastries that Zhou Gu brought out, several of them were the ones that Zhou Guo had given them last time. They tasted better than anything they had ever tasted. So they gave them back to their daughter, who said that the cakes and pastries were very expensive, at least three or four hundred coins per pound, and ordinary people simply could not afford them.
Zhou Guo also noticed that they were a little uncomfortable, so he moved a stool and sat next to them, asking, "Grandpa Chen and Grandma Chen, how much land do you have now? Are all the fields planted with wheat? Are the crops in the fields doing well this year?"
When talking about this old couple, they have endless things to talk about, from spring ploughing to sowing to weeding and autumn harvest, there is no end to it.
The old man doesn't know how to farm, he only knows how to grow vegetables, but growing vegetables is not difficult, so he can be considered as planting blindly. Now he listened to these detailed sowing techniques and listened very carefully.
There is no need to mention Zhou Guo. There is no old farmer in his family. After old man and old lady Zhou passed away, the only one who had been farming for many years was Li.
But she had already learned all that.
Sometimes when I have nothing to do, I will go to the big tree at the entrance of the village to chat with the old masters, learn from them, and exchange experiences. I really get a lot of inspiration.
It was rare for the old couple to talk about everything in detail. She felt like she had found a treasure. She hurriedly said halfway through, "Wait a minute, wait for me, I'll go in and get something."
After a while, he took out a set of pens and ink, spread out the paper, and smiled at the old couple, "Okay, Grandpa Chen, you can continue."
The old couple were dumbfounded. Old Man Chen stammered, "This, this, does it have to be written into a book?"
Old Mrs. Chen said, "You can read too? You must be a scholar. This is incredible. You must be a scholar."
The old man looked at Zhou Guo with amusement.
Zhou Guo quickly said, "No, no, Grandma Chen, I'm not a scholar. What's the point of being a scholar? I can only recognize a few words. I'm not that great."
The old couple said "oh" in response, but in fact they didn't know what a scholar was. They just thought that anyone who could read was a scholar.
Zhou Guo said, "Grandpa Chen, please continue. You have been farming for your whole life and have a lot of experience in farming. Your family doesn't have much land, but you can still have enough to eat after paying taxes. You also raise so many chickens and ducks at home. You are one of the best farmers in the surrounding villages. Tell me about it and I will write it down. The methods you have figured out over the years will never be lost and future generations can learn from them."
Old Master Chen stared, "Can farming really be written into a book?"
Zhou Guo smiled and said, "Of course, anything that is done well and is worth learning for others can be published as a book. There are also agricultural books in the bookstore. We farmers are very important. The world can be without an emperor, but it cannot be without farmers like us. Otherwise, what will everyone eat? Aren't we farmers the ones who feed them? Don't you agree?"
Old Master Chen nodded, "You are right, food comes from the land. Well, let me tell you, from beginning to end."
Old Mrs. Chen would interject from time to time.
The old man was fascinated as he listened. He only knew that his young apprentice was good at farming, but it turned out that there was such a profound knowledge in this field.
Zhou Guo was writing furiously, not feeling tired at all. At this time the advantage of running script came out: it was fast.
She said it was right for her to practice running script.
Mrs. Li peeked out of the kitchen and laughed when she saw this: "Really? She is so kindhearted. She went out to collect duck eggs and made friends with an old farmer. She must be very happy."
Zhou Xing couldn't help laughing and said, "Second Aunt, she also said that she had a meal at someone's house. She ate three steamed buns and said she was full. Do you think she can still remember this when she eats later?"
Li also laughed when she thought about it, "Didn't we meet the old lady slashing the bully with a knife that day? How could she encounter so many things every day? She always likes to find her for everything."
Zhou Xing laughed and said, "Not only that, people still don't know she is a girl. They keep calling her a boy. If they keep calling her like this, I'm afraid she will think she is a boy."
Li sighed, "Who said it wasn't true? But you said it's not very convenient to walk outside in a girl's clothes. Let her be. She is much more capable than I am now. If I mess around, I'll ruin things."