There were layers of fallen leaves, some withered and some with green leaves, probably torn off by naughty little animals.
Ling Bao seemed to have discovered some big treasure. He squatted on the ground, gathered up a large handful with his hands, and threw them all into the basket on his back.
"This handful is mine, that handful is mine, they are all mine!"
Cheng Yi said boredly: "Don't worry, no one will rob it from you."
Lingbao is also happy, she is happy no matter what she does.
Fallen leaves accounted for the volume, and the basket was full, but it was actually still very light. Ling Bao pressed it down with his hand, but after letting go, it bounced back up.
But they didn't just go back like this. Going back and forth would also be time-consuming. They just needed to find something and pack it down.
When the backpack can no longer be loaded, carry it home.
"Let's just say there are a lot of fallen leaves on the mountain, so we don't need to worry." Lingbao said happily, "We have collected so many at the foot of the mountain."
I met the village chief on the road and was surprised to see them carrying so many leaves.
"Ling Bao, what are you doing?"
Just as Ling Bao was about to speak, he remembered what his father said about testing first, so he covered his mouth and said vaguely, "I can't say, the village chief's uncle will know later."
Cheng Yun chuckled: "It's just a small experiment, I don't know what the result will be."
The village chief doesn't know what kind of test he is, and he won't ask questions if he doesn't understand, because he may not understand even if he asks. Scholars must have their own reasons.
So he said happily: "It can certainly be done, Ling Bao is a little lucky star."
Isn't he a little lucky star? If Ling Bao hadn't revived him, his family Xiao Zhuang would have died. His fingers, and last year's flood were all thanks to Ling Bao.
After dumping all the fallen leaves in the backyard, Ling Bao was full of energy and not tired at all: "Let's go, let's go again!"
After working hard all day, Lingbao felt a sense of accomplishment when he looked at the pit full of fallen leaves.
In order to protect them from wind, sun and rain, they also built a simple shed, which can reduce the loss of fat.
In the next few days, they would go to the mountains every day, sometimes at the foot of the mountain, sometimes a little further inside.
I was very lucky that day and found an animal carcass.
It was so clean that you couldn't tell what kind of animal it was before birth, only a skeleton was left.
"Pick this one up too!" Ling Bao said with a smile.
To make compost or compost, anything that is perishable can be thrown in.
When the materials such as weeds and fallen leaves are almost collected, mix them and throw them into the pit, pile them up layer by layer, sprinkle manure, fertilizer and water on each layer, and then sprinkle a small amount of lime evenly.
I have some at home. I haven’t used up the ones I bought last time for cultivating fungus.
"Dad, you have to pay attention, the middle and lower layers must be thicker than the upper layers." Ling Bao explained carefully.
As for the amount of manure fertilizer and water added to each layer, it should be more in the upper layer and less in the lower layer, so that it can flow down the river and be evenly distributed up and down.
In order to study composting, Cheng Zhongqian specially took a day off.
If it is really useful, it must be implemented nationwide, so he should familiarize himself with it in advance.
Lingbao was watching and thinking: "Dad, should we raise some chickens, ducks, pigs and lambs?"
The king who was lying on the eaves lazily basking in the sun suddenly woke up. He jumped down lightly and said angrily: "Lingbao, it's not enough for you to have me, and you have to raise other small animals? That's too much. I only have you."
Master's!"
Lingbao explained: "I just think that by raising them, their feces can be used as fertilizer, and if they are fattened, they can be killed for eating meat."
As he said that his mouth was about to drip, he said, "The meat is delicious. You will like it too, my lord."
The king has a very big appetite. Sometimes he goes back to the mountains to catch pheasants, rabbits and other things to eat. If there are many, he will bring them back to beat them as a sacrifice.
So, the king lost his temper for a moment and began to think about the feasibility of this matter.
After finishing, Cheng Zhongqian’s face was covered with sweat
, sitting down on the spot in a very shameless manner, breathing heavily.
Lingbao took a handkerchief and wiped his eyes. If it fell into his eyes, he would be stung.
Cheng Zhongqian asked: "What do you want to raise?"
Lingbao thought for a while: "Pig? I heard that pigs make a lot of shit. And pigs are very fat. When we grow up, we can eat a lot of meat!"
Cheng Zhongqian laughed, tapped her forehead and said, "I think you just want to eat meat, right?"
Ling Bao chuckled, he was discovered.
The next day, Cheng Zhongqian asked Cheng Yun to take her to the county town to buy meat.
The previous book Cheng Yun had copied, along with annotations, so he brought the original copy with him this time. When Cheng Zhongqian took a break at noon, they went to visit Gao Xianqing together.
Cheng Zhongqian straightened his clothes and asked nervously: "Should I walk like this? Isn't it rude?"
"Dad is well dressed." Ling Bao comforted, "Don't worry, Daddy, Grandpa Gao is a very nice person."
Cheng Yun was silent for a while, and he was also curious as to why Ling Bao wasn't afraid at all when he saw Gao Xianqing.
Cheng Zhongqian breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good. If you are willing to lend your books to someone I have never met, you must have a good temper."
Cheng Yun knocked on the door, and it was Gao Yi who opened the door.
After saying hello, Gao Yi led them into the house.
"Dad, Lingbao and the others are here."
Cheng Zhongqian straightened his back, his heart pounding, and looked towards the side door.
Gao Xianqing is well-known, but not many people have actually met him, or he is not as famous as his poems, so Cheng Zhongqian couldn't help but wonder what Zhengyan layman would look like. Since Lingbao said he has a good temper, he must be
Kind-faced and amiable, right?
Steady steps gradually approached, first a corner of his robe, then his whole person.
Cheng Zhongqian raised a smile and looked up.
Gao Xianqing has a strong spirit and sharp eyes, like a knife, watching who will die. He is unsmiling and has a deep groove between his eyebrows. Just looking at his face, you can only tell that he is a stubborn old man who ordinary people dare not approach.
Cheng Zhongqian's smile froze on his face, and he didn't look like he had a good temper.
He lowered his head to look for Ling Bao, but Ling Bao didn't look back guiltily. Instead, he happily greeted him and called out sweetly: "Grandpa Gao, I'm here to see you."
Gao Xianqing nodded, looking very cold, but asked Gao Yi to go out immediately to buy some hot pastries.
She did not forget her father, and brought the stiff Cheng Zhongqian over: "Grandpa Gao, this is my father. Isn't he good-looking?"
Gao Xianqing looked at him, and Cheng Zhongqian became more stressed: "Junior Cheng Zhongqian, I have met Mr. Gao."
Gao Xianqing nodded and said, "What's the use of being good-looking? A man should have great ambitions."
Cheng Zhongqian's heart skipped a beat, it seemed that Mr. Gao preferred Big Boss.
Then how can he ask questions?
Yes, he finally had the opportunity to meet Gao Xianqing, and Cheng Zhongqian even brought some questions that he didn't understand, but it felt like even if he asked for advice shamelessly, Gao Xianqing might not be able to answer.
Who makes him a handsome man? This chapter has been completed!