Chapter 1418: Return Gift

Old Yang was too wronged this time.

The grass carp in this river are now nourished by spiritual energy, and their mouths are quite picky. It's not easy to catch them with a dog's tail grass. But the person fishing is Qiaoqiao! Anyone who is a little clever can feel the difference—

For example, the Chinese mergansers and Big Red's family that gather around easily every time they meet.

But the reality is right in front of him. Old Yang thought this was an European emperor exemption. At this moment, thinking of his piles of fishing rods and fishing gear, honestly, the bucket he used to hold fish cost 3980!

But at this moment, he just silently shrank into the reed marsh, covering his emo body with the high green reeds, and then pulled out grass buds from inside, repeating Qiaoqiao's movements over and over again, trying to wash away his shame.

But what's even more wronged is—the reed marsh is the territory of ducks.

They occasionally lay eggs here, occasionally rest here. In short, this grass bud is often poked into their mouths, not to mention the small fish around, which completely belong to the restricted area by the river.

So Old Yang tried once, failed, tried again, still failed...

He shrank inside for a full half hour, until Song Tan came over, and then he tried hard to support the businessman's decency, coming out as if nothing had happened.

"I'm fine, just taking a look. The feng shui here is really good. Look, these reeds grow green."

Song Tan didn't expose him either, and at this moment said: "Uncle, we have special bait here. I'll pack a box for you when you go back, and you'll definitely have a bumper harvest!"

Old Yang's spirit was lifted: "How special? Did Qiaoqiao paint it on that dog's tail grass?"

Song Tan: "... Cough. He... should belong to the novice protection period. He hasn't fished before."

What kind of fun is there in fishing when everything rushes into the ground cage? Song Tan thought about the fishing enthusiasts who were rejected because of the arrival of the film crew, and really couldn't experience this fun at this moment.

But Old Yang had obviously completed self-consistency, successfully tidying up his mood—

Not a fault of technology!

Then his eyes burned and stared at a big sheep with black flowers on its ears: "Can I eat that one? It climbed so high just now. Is it more time-consuming to roast such a big one?"

That big sheep with black flowers on its ears was fighting wits and courage with Yang Zhengxin in the sheepfold. At this moment, it lowered its head to collide and was intercepted by the dog. One person, two dogs, and one sheep fought fiercely. It was really pitiful!

Song Tan sighed: "Okay! It's it tonight! But it shouldn't be whole roasted lamb. Seventh Uncle wants to stew a pot of mutton soup."

"All fine, all fine." Old Yang smiled, not picky at all.

And then Chen Xi came over: "This boss sent a 6666 red envelope to Chen Chi. Can I return it? We didn't pay anything, it's not appropriate to get this for nothing."

Song Tan shook her head: "This money is like 6.6 for him, don't have so much pressure. No need to return it. The three of them are compatible, it's also a part of the parent's heart."

"I know." Chen Xi was very calm: "People's money isn't blown by the wind, it's all earned by themselves. If Chen Chi is particularly short of money, he can lend a hand. Or if we have the ability to return the gift, it doesn't matter if we accept it."

"But now... it's not appropriate."

Song Tan could understand this heart very well. After all, their family's situation was no different from Chen Xi's last year.

Thinking for a while, she said: "It's fine to return it. You do it according to your own ideas. Boss Yang shouldn't want to bring us a burden by giving red envelopes."

This time it was Chen Xi's turn to hesitate.

He actually didn't lack this money. After all, he had a fixed deposit in his hand, and every month there were wages for the two brothers. Besides basic daily use, he basically couldn't spend money.

But...

He scratched his head: "I'll think about it again! If we always do this, Little Yang will have pressure when playing with Chen Chi in the future."

Originally, this child only had these two friends.

And at this time, Yang Zhengxin had already won or lost with the sheep—he was bumped and tripped on the sheepfold fence, falling directly to the ground.

At this moment, he felt ashamed, so he didn't fight anymore. He simply followed Zhang Wangjia and Chen Chi again, watching them turn the fermented fertilizer, and couldn't help but be curious again: "We have tea cake fermented liquid fertilizer in the agricultural base at home, and kitchen waste fermented soil fertilizer... Why does the fertilizer here look monotonous, all chicken, duck, cattle, and sheep manure?"

Zhang Wangjia was now a master of preparing fertilizer. He was originally interested in this, and even at an old age, he was willing to learn by himself. After Professor Song arrived, he gave a lot of relevant knowledge and guidance. Speaking of this, the old man was glowing all over:

"We don't have tea cake!"

"There were only 5 mu of tea gardens last year. There weren't many tea seeds beaten down, so it wasn't worth it for that one or two cakes, so they were all thrown into the manure fermentation pool."

"Kitchen waste... kitchen waste isn't enough, how can we prepare fertilizer?"

Yang Zhengxin was puzzled: "A meal at home eats a lot of things, how can there be no kitchen waste?"

How can there be?

Zhang Wangjia counted for him: "Leftovers aren't much left every meal, basically they are all snacks for dogs."

"Onion heads, vegetable leaves, eggshells, etc., either feed pigs or feed chickens and ducks. Last year when raising fish, they even fed corn leaves from the field. Where is there any left?"

The wild grass on the river beach grows quite fast, but it can't stand the cattle and sheep tasting it over and over again. Now being able to maintain a layer of green on the ground is just right.

The rest is the wild grass on the mountain, pulled batch by batch, growing batch by batch—honestly, the fishing ones didn't come to pull wild grass this year, and it's still strange.

But after that wild grass was cleaned up, it was directly composted on the mountain. There was no need to get it here, so it looked monotonous.

But the manure fertilizer was also added with various bacteria and fully fermented. Looking at the lush growth in the spring after adding base fertilizer in winter on the mountain, the effect wasn't bad at all.

Yang Zhengxin listened for a long time, only to find that the base was different from the base. Looking at the large pieces of green pasture on the river beach, he was energetic again: "Then do you need a harvester when cutting grass? The small harvester brought this time, harvesting rice, wheat, soybeans... Uncle, you can also use it!"

Very small, just push it and walk. Even if Zhang Wangjia had high and low feet, it wouldn't affect it.

Once this was said, the old man was happy again: "Okay! Use it when harvesting—I haven't used this machine yet—do you want to come and play in the summer? I estimate that I have to harvest a batch of grass for feed first in the summer."

Yang Zhengxin sighed: "Summer... I might have to participate in a summer camp in the summer. I have to do problems in isolation every day... Qiaoqiao! Remember to send me something delicious when the time comes!"

He regretted: "If I had known this, I would have reported to a school near here!"

And Chen Xi listened from the side, and suddenly thought about what to send them. ===== CHAPTER 1419 =====