Chapter 474: The miracle planted

"What are you calling? At most, suck some blood." The owner of the car came over and squatted at Erfeizi's feet, then kept clattering the small bags in his eyes. He suddenly made a move, and the tobacco pot was pressed against Erfeizi's feet.

The black bug's body twisted and fell to the ground. It was wide in the middle, thin on both sides, flat on the abdomen, and even two suction cups in front and back could be seen. Just now, they were fixed on the skin of Erfeizi.

"Are you a leech?" The fat man finally saw the name.

"The south calls this thing leeches, and we call it water bugs. I haven't heard of the leeches you mentioned." The owner of the car was not very familiar with the names in these books.

"I dare to suck my blood and step on you to death!" Erfeizi was angry and stepped on her feet several times, but the leech seemed to have a strong ability to withstand heavy pressure, and it was still bent back and forth on the ground, which was really a bit provocative.

Erfeizi pulled out a sickle from his body, and slapped the leeches on the ground fiercely, and simply cut them off with one knife.

Unexpectedly, someone grabbed his arm: "It's useless to cut it down. This thing is similar to an earthworm. Cut it into two pieces and can still survive." The old medicine was talking, and he used the branches to pick the leeches into the basin: "This is my part."

"Grandpa Yao, you also like to keep pets." Qiqi came to Lao Yaozi and looked at the black and green insects swimming like waves in the water basin, and was not afraid at all.

"Hold this as a pet?" The wild boys were so upset that they felt awe from the bottom of their hearts for such a specialized thing that sucks blood.

"This is the best medicinal herb--" Lao Yaozi said with a smile. In his eyes, anything can be used as medicine.

After hearing this, the fat man frowned and pondered. While fiddling with the leeches in the basin, Lao Yaozi told stories to the little kids: "In the past, if he was injured on the battlefield, he would use this specifically to absorb pus and blood. Isn't it amazing?"

Thinking of the scene of putting a few leeches on their bodies, everyone felt a little numb on their heads, but the fat man suddenly slapped his thighs: "Oh, I remember, this thing is valuable, it is called soft gold!"

Lao Yaozi scratched his head: "It's not that exaggerating. There are those sold in the pharmacies. They are very cheap, similar to scorpions and centipedes. However, dry lees are very effective in treating amenorrhea, symptoms such as abdominal pain, blood accumulation, blood stasis and pain, carbuncles and erysipelas."

The fat man scratched his head and couldn't help but yell. The soft gold he said was happening twenty years later. Due to water pollution and the abuse of pesticides and fertilizers, leeches in natural state became increasingly rare.

But at this time, leeches showed excellent therapeutic effects in treating cardiovascular and cerebrovascular diseases and cancer, so this kind of insect that looks a little scary has doubled its value.

And because it is not easy to raise and reproduce, the price is getting higher and higher. At this time, basically there is this thing in the ditch, so it is not worth the money at all.

However, in the eyes of fat people, this thing has become a potential stock. Think about the ecological environment of Nanwazi, if it is well protected, it is very possible to breed leeches with such a large area. Or just fishing for wild ones can be sold at a good price.

"Hehe, in the eyes of Uncle Yaozi, everything is medicinal material; in my eyes, everything is money." The fat man sighed in his heart. There were treasures everywhere around him, but the premise was that this land must be protected.

The storm caused by the little leech passed quickly. The children were taught a lesson by the old medicine, and the fear in their hearts disappeared. Even Erfeizi did not have any psychological shadows, and they still picked up rice ears in the rice fields in the afternoon.

By the time the work was finished in the afternoon, the rice fields were basically half harvested and they would be harvested one day tomorrow. Bags of rice were also produced from the temporary yard and neatly arranged there.

When the fat man approached, he saw He Mancang holding a handful of rice with shells, weighing it in his hand, muttering: "It's true--"

"Uncle Mancang, how about this rice?" In addition to caring about yield, the fat man also values ​​quality. Although the rice seeds were selected above, the soil quality, especially water quality and fertilizer, will have an impact on the quality of the rice.

The fat man is quite confident in this regard. First of all, the water and soil in Nanwazi are very suitable for growing rice. For He Mancang, the water here is relatively fat.

Secondly, there is relatively sufficient fertilizer, whether it is pond mud, wood ash, or farm fertilizer, there are a lot of quantity, which are all guarantees of quality.

The most important point is that other places cannot do it at all, and it is also the most distinctive feature of Kushantun, that is, the water quality here has been improved by Fatty.

Many factors are combined together. If the quality of the rice is to be problematic, the fat man dares to pat his chest and promise: it must be a problem with the rice seeds. But after all, he is worried, and the fat man still can't help asking the old rice farmers for advice.

He Mancang had a hint of doubt on his face: "This kind of Fengsheng No. 3 is a variety cultivated by the Provincial Agricultural University. It is more suitable for our north growth, but why do I feel a little different?

The fat man's heart suddenly sank: There are many things that cause fake rice seeds and harms farmers, but that will only happen in the future. I guess this has not been done yet. What's more, this is a rice planting base specially set up by the central government, who dares to do this?

"Fatty, it's time to raise seedlings in spring. Do you still remember what rice seedlings look like?" He Mancang asked the fat man instead.

"It's been several months, I've forgotten it long ago - but I kept it a little, hehe." The fat man took out a small cloth bag from his pocket, and after opening it, there were golden rice seeds inside.

"You kid really know how to keep a backup plan." He Mancang was overjoyed, grabbed it with one hand, and then put it in front of him to compare it carefully. How could he know that the fat man was thick and thin, and was afraid that if there was any problem with the rice seeds, there would be a certificate to check.

It’s not clear that there is only a distinction by comparison. The two handfuls of rice are put together. Although they are both the same variety, the difference is very obvious.

The newly-pickled rice grains should be significantly larger and look more full; peel off the rice husks outside, and the grains will be more full, white and green in color, giving people a very crystal clear feeling. It seems that what you see is not grain, but a small piece of uncarved jade.

The fat man scratched his head and his face changed drastically: "Why is it different from the rice I ate before? Is it a black one? Is there any quality problem?"

He Mancang shook his head: "The rice you eat must be shaved when processing, which is obviously crystal clear, which is not the best quality. The best beige is this kind of blue-white. But Fengsheng No. 3 was not like this originally?"

After saying that, he peeled off another grain of rice and saw that it was pure milky white inside. Then, He Mancang threw the blue-white grain into his mouth and chewed it carefully.

"Immediately ask someone to take a bag back to the village, make it out overnight, and then let's stew the rice." He Mancang's face was full of excitement. For an experienced rice farmer like him, there was rarely anything that could make him so excited.

The fat man also felt it was a bit unusual. Rural people often say that it was a mule or a horse that was taken out for a walk and placed on the food. It was good or bad, and you had to taste it before you knew it.

So he quickly sent someone to get a cart. The fat man carried two sacks of new rice and threw them on it, and the owner of the car personally took it back to the village.

I heard that I was going back to make rice, so the little kids couldn't move. They had to use a carriage to pull them all back, but now, no one of them was moving, and they all got into the horse rack.

The next morning, after everyone had breakfast, and when they went to work, the car owner's carriage rushed back. There were still two sacks on the car, but it was a little bit shrunk than before. After all, there were also some losses in the process of making rice.

"Current the rice." He Mancang seemed more anxious than those little kids, but the old ladies were a little helpless. They asked them to cook corn crumbs, sorghum rice, etc., but this rice has never been stewed, and there are so many things all at once. What should I do if I smash the pot?

Seeing this situation, the fat man had to personally direct and asked them to wash the rice twice. He saw that the rice was round and smooth. After washing, it felt like lotus water was like it, which looked like it was like it.

Then put the rice into the pot, add water, and just flood the rice, and start burning the fire in the stove pit below.

The fat man used to use rice cookers to stew rice. A big pot like this one put dozens of kilograms of rice in one go, but he never did it. However, he knew the ratio of water to rice, which was better than those old ladies who had never made it before.

Boil it on low heat, then slowly simmer, and a scent of rice gradually began to spread out.

The fat man lay next to the lid of the pot and sucked his nose hard. Such a pure and rich rice fragrance seemed to have never appeared in his memory.

Even the little kids working there were a little absent-minded and ran over to investigate from time to time. Their faces were full of expectations. Without eating, the fragrance had already drawn out the greed in their stomachs.

The old ladies also seemed to feel that this meal was unusual, and they were busy making dishes. They even made some fish sauce and pulled a lot of dipping sauce from the greenhouse.

The rice started on time at twelve o'clock noon, and the fat man lifted the lid of the pot with trepidation. After the steam dissipated, the pot was covered with snow-white white, which was a kind of crystal white, grains of rice, like white and fat dolls. The fat man never thought that ordinary rice would be so tempting.

He Mancang couldn't wait to put a few grains of rice into his mouth, chewing it while nodding: "This is the best rice I have ever eaten. Fatty, we have planted a miracle."

The fat man held a rice shovel - a large shovel, then leaned over his mouth, nibbled a few grains of rice on the edge, and passed by his tongue, it was smooth and greasy, like adding grease to it; biting it with his teeth, it was soft and elastic, which was very wonderful.

And the most wonderful thing is the fragrance, which is the real rice fragrance, without any impurities, no trace of manual processing, just so natural and so true.

The fat man waved his big shovel suddenly and flipped it in the pot a few times: "Get the big basin, everyone should quickly put a bowl and try it."

A large pot of rice was full of 100 prints. In the end, even the remaining pot was snatched away by the little kid. This thing was chewed, fragrant and crispy, just the word "delicious".

"Er Feizi, how many bowls should I eat?" The fat man patted his belly, burped, and then asked the little kid beside him.

"Hehe, Uncle Fatty, I've been shopping for food, I haven't checked it." Erfeizi said with a smile, looking at the other kids, and nodding there.

"A bunch of unpromising things don't even know how many bowls of dry rice you eat!" The fat man laughed and cursed, then turned to He Mancang: "Uncle Mancang, should we also name our rice?"
Chapter completed!