Sha Dazhu felt that Zeng Zhi in front of him was not simple.

Sha Dazhu, who can get into the village's comprehensive management specialist, certainly has his own skills, especially in terms of how to identify and deal with people.

Zeng Zhi was only in his early twenties, but he showed a calm and composed manner that he was neither humble nor arrogant nor arrogant nor impatient, which was difficult for him to see in young people of this age.

In comparison, Sha Xiaofeng, his son, who is about the same age as Zeng Zhi, is simply incomparable to Zeng Zhi. This is not only because the other party comes from a prestigious university, but also an important factor in social experience. It is said that the boy not only stayed in a national key research institute for two years, but also a well-known writer. Although he is young, his life experience is very rich. However, his son Sha Xiaofeng has been wandering in the village without getting into college after graduating from high school, and he has no idea how to see the world.

After a while of discussion, Zeng Zhi's words and speech also made Sha Dazhu look at him with admiration. From the Black Hole River to the door of their house in the village, all the way down, although it was only a short ten minutes away, Zeng Zhi left a very good impression on Sha Dazhu, so that after Zeng Zhi left, Sha Dazhu taught his son a lesson with apology and asked him to learn from Zeng Zhi.

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On the other hand, Zeng Zhi also walked home with Zeng Chuidong and Zeng Qinyong.

Zeng Qinyong asked, "Dazhi, you have swam in the river for so long and saved someone in such a dangerous place. You must be tired, right?"

"Well, I'm a little tired." Zeng Zhi replied casually, "But saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. No matter how tired it is, it's worth it."

Zeng Qinyong whispered in Zeng Zhi's ear: "I'm really afraid that something will happen to you, Dazhi. I heard from a classmate who taught at Gucheng No. 2 Middle School that Sha Xiaoli is a famous vixen in Gucheng No. 2 Middle School, and this vixen will be in trouble."

Zeng Zhi was stunned and asked, "Don't work style?"

Zeng Qinyong shook his head and said, "It's not that he has a bad style. You didn't notice that her appearance is different from ordinary girls. I heard that her father seems to be from Xijiang, and he is a minority? She looks even more like an ethnic minority than her father."

Zeng Zhi was stunned and asked, "Just because of his appearance, don't look like us Han people, would he say that others are vixen?"

Zeng Zhi was ridiculous and it was normal for genetic recessive inheritance. Sha Xiaofeng and Sha Xiaoli and his boss Sha Dazhu couldn't tell much of ethnic minority blood, but that girl was indeed a bit different from ordinary girls.

Seeing that his uncle disagreed, Zeng Qinyong said anxiously: "Even the villagers say so."

"Stop talking nonsense with those people. It is related to the reputation of other girls. Don't gossip about it." Zeng Zhi glanced at Zeng Qinyong and taught a little unhappy lesson, "You are still a people's teacher. You should be a role model for others when doing things. How can you follow others like a tongue-in-law?"

Seeing Zeng Zhi a little angry, Zeng Qinyong said with a saliva face: "I... I'm saying this casually..."

Zeng Zhi said solemnly: "People's words are terrifying, and rumors are like swords. Are you still teaching Chinese? Don't you know that there is an idiom called "Multiple words to ruin gold and destroy bones? You are now a person with status in the village. If you say this casually, what consequences will be caused by others? Have you ever thought about it?"

Zeng Qinyong had a bitter face, but he didn't dare to argue anymore. Although his cousin, everyone talked and laughed and had no airs when he was with him, he was much better than him.

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As time goes by May, the temperature in the ancient city area has risen significantly. At the same time, due to the dual influence of the southeast monsoon and the southwest monsoon, the ancient city area has also entered a rainy season.

For two days, the air was filled with a feeling of depression. The low clouds seemed to be within reach, and the sultry weather made people unable to lift up any energy and drowsy.

Zeng Zhi's daily life is very regular. He goes to the city every morning to send vegetables and fish, and then returns to the village. He either goes to the vegetable base under construction to see the progress of the greenhouse construction, or goes to the vegetable garden to see the growth of vegetables, or goes to the Datuowa he rented, and takes the opportunity to secretly put some fish fry inside. The source of the fry, needless to say, naturally comes from the Qinglian Secret Realm.

Now Zeng Zhi has advanced to the second level of Qi training, and the daily output limit of the Qinglian Secret Realm has reached more than 3,900 kilograms per day. However, Zeng Zhi has not increased the supply in the vegetable supermarket. He used all the additional daily output limits to be used to bring fish fry out from the Qinglian Secret Realm and then put them in Datuowa to breed.

If you buy fish fry from other places and put them in Datuowa for breeding, the fish fry needed for the 3,150 acres of Datuowa will definitely be an astronomical figure. Zeng Zhi doesn't have that much money to buy now.

According to the mixed feeding rules of fish, lakes like Datuowa with an average depth of more than 5 meters, various fish fry that can be placed in a single acre of water can reach up to 700-1,000, or 70-100 kilograms. More than 3,100 acres of lakes, the fish fry that needs to be placed up to 2 million-3 million, or 200,000 kilograms to 300,000 kilograms. With so many fish fry, there are millions.

On that day, Zeng Lingxu had just returned home from Datuowa when he saw the village secretary Zeng Lingxu coming to his house. When he came over, he brought half a big watermelon to Zeng Zhi.

"Oh, such a big watermelon!" Zeng Zhi smiled.

"My family has grown a small piece of watermelon, and it has a bumper harvest this year," Zeng Lingxu explained.

"No wonder, it looks like a local potato." Zeng Zhi nodded and said.

Local potatoes are generally big black skins, and a watermelon often weighs more than ten or twenty kilograms, which is far less convenient than small melons from other places. In the ancient city area, large local potatoes are usually sold in cut open. Although they are not necessarily very sweet, fortunately, they are sufficient moisture, so it is best to use them to relieve heat in summer.

Looking at the watermelon in front of him, Zeng Zhi remembered something, that is, the Qinglian Secret Realm actually produces watermelons, but because of the season, he had never served watermelons to his elder sister's restaurant and his own vegetable supermarket. Now it is May, so he can start providing it.
Chapter completed!