Summer is about to begin, and the rice seedlings in the farmer's paddy field are getting stronger and stronger day by day, and they are completely different from before. The clusters are green, sticking straight into the water, and they are very energetic.
The villagers tend to the fields every day and always pass by it. The more they see it, the more they find it strange.
"You said that this banker's paddy fields don't see anyone coming to weed and remove insects all day long. How come they are growing so well?"
"Yes, it's getting hotter these days. There are so many bugs in the fields that it's hard to catch them."
Could it be because of the fish that girl released?
There are also people who think about it, but after all they dare not experiment with their own fields like Zhuang Keqing, but they still have some caution. Every time they go to her field, they have to take a second look.
A few days ago, Zhuang Keqing asked the boys from the Zhang family to help change the water in his paddy field.
Originally, Zhang Da wanted to come with him to see if he could help in the field, but Zhuang Keqing refused. She had observed carefully these days. The seedlings in her field were growing very well, and there were not even a few weeds.
Let alone insects, there is nothing that requires human effort.
Even after Gouzi arrived, he said that the service in this field was clean, not much worse than his family's.
When it came time to change the water, they simply opened the inlet gate, dug out the water outlet, and tied the prepared fishing nets. Then they waited for about one-third of the water to be replaced before it was blocked.
The water mouth is finished.
It was an easy job, and the dog was too embarrassed to get paid when he left. In the end, it was Zhuang Keqing who forced him to stuff himself with tofu and sour drinks.
There was nothing going on in the field. From now on, all he had to do was change the water regularly. She gave the job directly to Gouzi and agreed to change the water every three days and pay the wages monthly, which gave the boy an unexpected surprise.
Gouzi is so happy, he likes to help the dealer more and more!
And this time I got a new food, so I had to go home quickly and give it to my grandma to try.
He trotted all the way, and when he arrived in his yard, the pottery pot filled with sour drink in his hand was still cold.
"Master, grandma, the dog is back."
As soon as I entered the door, I shouted at the top of my lungs.
"Why are you back so soon? Didn't you say you were going to help?"
Lao Shuantou was old. Although he usually liked to wander in the fields, he was reluctant to run away when the weather got hot. He had nothing to do at home and was peeling beans with Mrs. Liu in the yard.
"The work is done, come and try this!"
Gouzi was eager to offer his treasure. He rushed to the kitchen in a few steps, took out three bowls, handed one to each of the old people, then took the jar and poured drinks into their bowls.
Mrs. Liu knew that her grandson was going to help today, but when she saw someone coming back so quickly, she was afraid that he would not work hard enough, so she couldn't help but said with a straight face: "How do you do this work? Even if you only have two acres of land, you can't do it so quickly.
Okay, are you lazy?"
Gouzi didn't even have time to raise his head. He couldn't wait to pour himself a bowl of drink, drank it in big gulps, sighed happily, and then answered Mrs. Liu's words.
"How can that be possible? I've never been lazy at work, but today I didn't have to weed or catch any insects. I just changed the water in the fields, and I didn't even need to use my hands a few times."
He picked up the jar and filled another bowl for himself. The dog drank so much this time that he made a tsk-tsk sound.
"Grandma, drink it quickly. It's sour and sweet, with sugar added in it. I came all the way here just to give you a cool drink to make you feel comfortable."
The dog was filial, knowing that the old man had a bad appetite when it was hot, so he stopped drinking after the second bowl and urged Lao Shuantou and Mrs. Liu to drink.
The two old men couldn't resist their grandson, so they took a sip. It was indeed refreshing and sour, making people feel comfortable.
But Mrs. Liu still thought about working. She put the bowl on the ground and frowned: "Tell me, how did you do the work today?"
"Huh? What did you do? It was just to change the water in the banker's paddy fields. Nothing else."
"Just change the water?" Lao Shuantou thought of what Zhuang Keqing said before. Although he hesitated a little, he still asked: "How does the Zhuang's paddy field look?"
Speaking of this, Gouzi got excited.
"This field is very clean. There is no grass or insects. I can see that the rice seedlings are longer and stronger than those in Wang Mazi's house next door."
Lao Shuantou and Mrs. Liu looked at each other.
Could it be that the method of raising fish in rice fields is really feasible?
"Sister Ke'er said that she hasn't been weeding since these fish came to the fields. She usually just looks at them and doesn't do anything."
When Gou'er said this, he thought about the easy job he had received every month, and showed off again: "I was promised 20 cents later, as long as I change the water in the fields every three days!"
But after saying this, no one paid attention to him. Not to mention Lao Shuantou, even Mrs. Liu couldn't help but feel excited.
How about we, the Zhang family, give it a try?
When it was time for dinner, Lao Shuantou finished the last piece of roasted tofu. He smacked his mouth and opened his mouth after considering it.
"I have thought about it for a long time these days and decided to give it a try."
Zhang Er and Zhang San had their jobs, but they didn't know what their father was talking about. Only Zhang Da was stunned for a moment and realized that his father was talking about raising fish in rice fields.
"Dad, have you made up your mind?" Zhang Da opened his mouth.
The other two Zhang brothers didn't know what kind of riddle they were playing, and they were a little anxious, "What are you talking about? Please explain it clearly."
"What dad was talking about was raising fish in rice fields."
Seeing that Lao Chuan was silent, Zhang Da picked up the conversation.
Upon hearing this, Zhang Er and Zhang San immediately became excited.
"Dad! Don't be confused!"
"Yes, Dad! You don't know what the discussion in this village has been like before. I heard that some people have even complained to the village chief! We can't get involved in that muddy water, or we will be laughed at to death!"
Zhang Da saw the fierce opposition of the two brothers. Although he wanted to argue a few words, he was clumsy and couldn't come up with any decent reasons. He couldn't use the banker's girl's rhetoric. There was no real evidence, which was really bad.
Persuade others.
But Gouzi was not happy about it. He had been going to the banker's house to help recently and had gotten closer to Zhuang Keqing. When his second uncle and third uncle said this, he felt a little rebellious in his heart.
"Second uncle, third uncle, I went to the banker today. The field with fish is very good. Not only are the seedlings strong, but they don't need anyone to weed and remove insects!"
Zhang Er and Zhang San didn't expect that even a junior would dare to interrupt and hurt their face when they spoke, and their anger was rising.
It’s hard to say harsh words to dad, but there’s nothing I can do about you, kid. Thinking of this, Zhang Er couldn’t help but raise his voice and scolded Gouzi, almost slapping the table.
"You have no right to interrupt what the adults are saying! Brother, is this the good son you taught?"
Zhang San opened his mouth to make peace, but was startled by Mrs. Liu's loud shout and shrank back.
"Shut up, everyone!"
The air was extremely silent for a moment, and the people around the table lowered their heads to listen to the instructions.
"We currently have 15 acres of high-grade paddy fields and 10 acres of low-grade paddy fields at home, so we will plant two acres of each to take a look."
Mrs. Liu had spoken, but no one dared to speak again. Even if Zhang Er and Zhang San were dissatisfied, they would not dare to say anything to their own mother.
