There were many neighbors watching, and they all looked at the Su family's vegetable patch with envy.
“This dish looks great!”
"My radish is only a little bigger than my thumb. It looks like the grandson of Sister-in-law Su's radish. Her radish is definitely the ancestor of carrots."
Several people squeezed into the crowd. Among them, the woman standing at the front wearing glasses said to Bai Lu and Lin Yulan: "I am a newspaper reporter. Which of you is the owner of this vegetable field?"
"Reporters? There are actually reporters coming to our place?" Everyone was surprised.
Bai Lu hesitated for a while, then stood up and said, "It's me, what can I do for you?"
"Oh, that's right. Mayor Hong asked us to interview you when the vegetables are ripe. We want you to talk about your experience in growing vegetables."
The woman pushed up her glasses slightly and walked towards Bai Lu, "I wonder if it would be convenient for me to do an interview?"
"Interview? This..." Bai Lu frowned, looking a little embarrassed.
Not noticing her expression, the female reporter glanced at the ground and opened her mouth in shock when she saw the vegetable patch full of fruits in front of her.
"You guys hurry up and take pictures," she said anxiously to the photographer holding a camera behind her, "especially these pumpkins that are bigger than wheels. Take more pictures. We will use them in newspapers later!"
Bai Lu hurriedly stopped them, "I'm sorry, should I ask for my permission before filming? It seems that I haven't agreed to be interviewed, nor have I agreed to be published in the newspaper."
The reporters and photographers looked at each other with embarrassed and surprised expressions.
"Sorry, sorry, I was too excited just now. Well, I thought you must agree..."
Before she could finish speaking, Bai Lu interrupted: "I'm very grateful to Mayor Hong for helping my family before, but I won't accept interviews."
Neighbors in the same building were very puzzled. Chao Bailu said: "What an honor it is to be published in the newspaper? Why don't you agree? Sister-in-law Su, don't you want to tell everyone the secret of fertilizer?"
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"You are so selfish!"
"That is to say, in the entire vegetable field, your own field is the only one that grows so well..."
Hearing the constant disputes among the neighbors, Bai Lu said loudly: "If you want to know about fertilizer, just ask!"
After everyone calmed down a bit, she added: "I have very detailed notes on how liquid fertilizer is made. If you want to see it, you can borrow it from me. I have never wanted to hide this secret. I just don't want to be interviewed by reporters."
Her words made everyone breathe a sigh of relief, and the doubtful voices disappeared.
"Let me tell you, Sister-in-law Su is the most generous person in our building. How could she not be willing to tell us how to make liquid fertilizer? Oops, what you just said went too far."
"Sister-in-law Su, I'm sorry. I'm impatient and I don't mean any harm. Don't take it to heart."
"Me too, me too, I just said it casually," several young women said with a smile, "Sister-in-law Su, don't blame me."
Lin Yulan glanced at them with disgust, thinking that these women could really turn their heads faster than turning the pages of a book.
If there are any benefits, put on a smile, and if they don't let them enjoy any benefits, they will scold them immediately...
If she were Lulu, she wouldn't bother to talk to them...
But then I thought about it, we are family members of the same factory, and we will get along for a long time in the future. We will not see each other when we look up and we will not see each other when we look down. It is not good if the relationship is too tense.
Thinking of this, Lin Yulan ignored the chattering neighbors and said to the female reporter: "Comrade reporter, Lulu doesn't want to be interviewed, why don't you go interview someone else."
"But this is a task specially assigned to the newspaper by Mayor Hong. Besides, the pumpkins grown in this vegetable field are really big..."
At this point, the reporter seemed to have an unexpected thought, and said to Bailu: "The editor-in-chief told me before that if this interview can be successfully published on the largest page of the newspaper, as labor fee, the newspaper will provide you with a pair of white sports shoes at the expense of the newspaper."
Bai Lu was stunned when she heard this, "You said... give me sports shoes?"
"Yes, you and your family should think about it. I will come back to you tomorrow."
After the female reporter finished speaking, she and the photographers left, leaving Bai Lu standing there, confused for a while.
In the evening, everyone in the building was talking about the Su family, wondering why Bai Lu didn't want to be interviewed. How grand?
"It would be nice if you could interview me," Liu Cuilan said, "Our vegetable plot is actually not bad at all."
Her daughter-in-law said: "It's far from that! There are only a few pumpkins growing, and they are not half as big as Sister-in-law Su's vegetable field..."
"Is it that much different? It seems about the same to me."
After Liu Cuilan finished speaking, her husband smiled and said, "Did your head get hit and your eyes were damaged?"
"You damn old man, your eyes are broken. Why can't I praise our own vegetable patch?"
"Okay, okay, praise me. In fact, the vegetables grown by our family are not bad. It's the Su family's vegetables that grow so well. I have never seen vegetables that grow so well. The pumpkins are so big."
Yeah, I can't hold it alone."
As soon as Su Nanbing entered the building, he heard several aunts gathered around discussing what happened in the vegetable field in the afternoon.
When he learned that his mother was unwilling to be interviewed by reporters, he was full of doubts, rushed upstairs in three steps at a time, and ran home in one breath.
"Mom, the mayor uncle asked reporters to interview our family, why don't you agree?"
"Yes, yes, mom, please speak."
Su Xiaosi, who ran home first, was already asking his mother.
"I heard that I was given white sneakers as a gift," Xiaosi said, pulling on his mother's sleeve. "My eldest brother is going to participate in a sports competition soon. He will be very happy if he can put on new sneakers!"
After listening to Xiaosi's words, Su Nanbing thought that his eldest brother's shoes had long been squeezed, "Mom, my eldest brother's shoes can't be worn anymore. Last time I bought shoes, I bought three sizes too big, but they were already too small at the beginning of the year. He wears small shoes for running.
My feet often bleed from rubbing, and it hurts even when I look at them..."
"Hey!" Bai Lu sighed helplessly.
"Mom, do you have any concerns? Tell us," the third child said to his mother, "We are not children anymore, we can help find a solution together."
The second child nodded hurriedly and said: "The third brother is right, Mom, please don't always treat us as children."
Bai Lu hesitated for a long time and finally said, "Our vegetables are really good, not just average..."
Several children looked confused and didn't understand what their mother meant.
"Mom, isn't it a good thing that the vegetables are growing well?"
"Yes, Mom, it's because our food is so good that reporters come to interview us," Su Nanbing was puzzled, "What's there to worry about?"
Bai Lu took out a carrot that was dug out of the ground today, "Have you ever seen such a thick carrot? Even if fertilizer is used, it has grown too big and is abnormal!"
Su Xiaosi scratched his head, "I still don't understand, isn't it bad to be thick?"
"If a reporter published our vegetable plot in the newspaper, others would definitely think that they could grow vegetables of the same size using the same fertilizer as ours. However, they would probably only be able to grow some very ordinary vegetables.
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Bai Lu pursed her lips and expressed her worries, "Just like your Aunt Lin's vegetables, they use the same fertilizer. Her eggplants and beans are just not eaten by insects and are not bigger than ordinary vegetables."