Sister Han is good at farming

Chapter 39 Ruan Wantie's Highlight Moment

"The trick is to give enough fat!" Ruan Wantie grinned.

"Ruan Laosi, you are not kind, you just do things to deceive people. It is said that 'crops are like flowers, all depends on fertilizer', everyone knows that if you want good crops, you have to apply enough fertilizer.

What we want to know is, how did you achieve a yield of five or six times higher than ours per mu of potatoes? Besides, your land is newly reclaimed, while ours has been cultivated for many years." Someone laughed and shouted.

"That's right! Ruan Laosi, you are so slippery and dishonest! When my father and I first started to open up the wasteland, we almost got nothing in the first year." An old man scolded with a smile.

"Don't worry, everyone. Listen to my detailed explanation. You need to provide enough fertilizer. I'm not going to lie about this. But there are a few things you need to pay attention to."

The crowd, which was a little agitated at first, now quieted down and listened carefully.

"First, what kind of fertilizer should be given and how to give it? Second, when should it be given? Third, what should we do when there is not enough farmyard manure?" Ruan Wantie stopped here, clenched his right fist, put it to his mouth, and cleared his throat twice.

Ruan Qingqing shook her head in amusement, but quickly poured him a glass of warm water.

"Hey, Ruan Lao Si, how did you do it? Please tell me quickly! I'm really worried to death!"

Ruan Wantie drank a sip of the boiled water that Ruan Qingqing handed to him, moistened his throat, and smiled slightly, "Brother Huzi, why are you in such a hurry? Let me drink some water first. I'm so happy today that my throat is almost smoking."

"We should be happy about such a great harvest!"

Someone responded with a smile.

"Don't worry. Next year, we will probably have more potatoes than we can eat. Let me tell you the secret first..."

Ruan Qingqing couldn't help but look sideways when she saw her father talking in front of everyone with saliva flying and looking calm and complacent.

I didn't realize it! My dad is quite good at speaking!

After Ruan Wantie finished speaking, everyone felt as if the door to a new world had been opened.

There are so many tricks to growing good potatoes! Remember them and keep them firmly in your mind, so that your children and grandchildren can pass them on from generation to generation!

Everyone was sent away one after another. Old Master Ruan puffed out smoke from his pipe while squinting his eyes at his son, who had once been the most useless. For a moment, he felt mixed emotions.

"Dad, eldest brother, third brother, why are you here too?" Ruan Wantie was surprised to see Grandpa Ruan and his group standing in the corner.

"Come and take a look." Mr. Ruan said in a light tone.

Ruan Wanjin patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Old Four, you're great! You're proud now!"

"Old Four, what you said just now was very good. It was much more interesting than what the village chief said!" Ruan Wangang also praised with a smile.

Ruan Wantie, who had never received a word of praise from his brother, scratched his head helplessly and said, "This is all because of the villagers' flattery. I just imitated the storytellers in the town and told a story casually."

"He gave birth to a good girl, otherwise he wouldn't even have his arms and legs intact now." After exhaling a puff of smoke, Mr. Ruan couldn't help but pour a basin of cold water on him.

Seeing that Ruan Wantie looked like he was learning a lesson, Mr. Ruan's expression improved a little, but he didn't say a single good word to him. Instead, he did not forget to give him a scolding.

"The situation at home is good now, you can't do anything weird again!"

"I got it, Dad! I won't do anything weird, and our family will live a good life." Ruan Wantie nodded hurriedly.

Only then did Mr. Ruan hold up his pipe and walk home while puffing on it.

After seeing off Mr. Ruan and others, Ruan Wantie’s grinning mouth never closed.

"Just now, both of your uncles said that what your father said was very good. Although your grandfather didn't say anything, he didn't object either. I think he agreed with it in his heart."

He couldn't wait to share the good news with his children.

"Dad, your explanation is really detailed and interesting." Ruan Qingqing also praised.

"Really?" Ruan Wantie touched the back of his head again, "It seems that your father does have a talent for storytelling."

Ruan Qingqing's alarm bells immediately rang in her heart. Although she didn't know where her father was going to go at this moment, she would never let him go astray.

"Dad, you don't have the talent to tell stories. You have the talent to impart your experience. Just like the teacher in the school, you can accurately and interestingly teach your students what you know."

"Yes, yes, you have the talent to impart experience! Oh, Daya said it right!" Ruan Wantie clapped his hands and praised.

"Dad, in order to impart experience, you must first have experience, otherwise there is no way to impart it." Ruan Qingqing was worried that he would become too proud, so she reminded him.

"I know, I know. I'm not a fool. I remember the whole process of growing corn and sweet potatoes!"

They were chatting at home when someone came to the door soon.

"Hey, village chief, why are you here? What a rare guest!" Ruan Wantie welcomed the man into the house in a good mood.

The village chief of Zaoziling is named Li Zihua, a smart and capable thin old man.

As soon as he entered the door, he looked around and said to Ruan Wantie with a smile: "Great, you have made it big, you can build such a big yard!"

Ruan Wantie laughed, "I'm just lucky. I earned a yard like this by selling some small things. I'll have to rely on the income from the farm to make a living in the future!"

Village Chief Li put his hands behind his back and nodded. "Ruan Lao Si, I'm going to get straight to the point today. We want you to teach us how to grow potatoes and get a good harvest. I heard that your potato yield per mu is as high as 1,000 kilograms, which is a big deal. If you can help us increase the yield, I will come forward and let your Ruan family tree open a separate page for you!"

"A separate page for the family tree?"

Ruan Wantie was so excited that he could hardly move his tongue.

"Village head, please stop joking. It's not worth making such a big fuss about such a small matter. To be honest, I have already taught the villagers who helped me harvest potatoes. Teaching one or two people is teaching, and teaching the whole village is also teaching."

Village Chief Li nodded with satisfaction, "You have made great progress! Okay, you set a time. Don't worry! You will not miss out on any benefits!"

"Village chief, what are you talking about? We live in the same village, so why would you ask for anything in return for helping me?" Ruan Wantie waved his hands repeatedly. "As for time, I'm free in the next two days. My family will be busy planting sorghum later."

"Okay, let's do it tomorrow! I'll go and inform everyone to gather under the big banyan tree in the village at 4:45 pm tomorrow. It's settled!"

"Okay, I'll be there on time tomorrow at 4:45."

The next day, after plowing the land, Ruan Wantie took a bath, put on new clothes, and arrived at the destination on time, refreshed. Ruan Qingqing and the others also took a break, played with the twins, and thought about the problem of potato storage and whereabouts.

It was just getting dark when Ruan Wantie came back with a flushed face.

At the dinner table, Ruan Wantie was telling everyone about his highlights. Ruan Qingqing and the others listened silently, asking a few questions from time to time, which made Ruan Wantie's interest rise a lot.

Finally, he sighed and said, "Daya, I'm glad I listened to you and worked hard on the farm. If I had chosen to sell bamboo hairpins, how could I have achieved what I have today? Making money is good. Today I suddenly realized that it feels better to help everyone out of trouble.

For example, when we harvested potatoes this time, we didn’t have to do any work ourselves. We all helped. There is no precedent for this in the village. We also went to the big banyan tree to teach the experience of planting potatoes. This is a very proud thing. That position has always been occupied by the village chief. "

He sighed with lingering feeling.