After being exiled, the lucky cub who was dropped from the bag came back

Chapter 182

There are layers of fallen leaves, some withered and yellow, some green, probably ripped off by naughty little animals.

Ling Bao seemed to have found some big treasure, squatting on the ground, gathered up a big handful with his hands together, and threw them all into the back basket.

"This one is mine, that one is mine too, it's all mine!"

Cheng Yi said boredly: "Don't worry, no one will snatch it from you."

That Lingbao is also happy, she is happy in whatever she does.

Fallen leaves took up the volume, and the basket was full, but it was still very light. Lingbao pressed it with his hand, but after letting go, it bounced again.

But they didn't just go back like this, and it took a lot of time to go back and forth, just find something to press it.

When the back basket really can't fit, just carry it home.

"Let's just say that there are a lot of fallen leaves on the mountain, so we don't have to worry about it." Lingbao said happily, "We collected so many at the foot of the mountain."

I met the village head on the road and was surprised to see them carrying so many leaves.

"Lingbao, what are you doing?"

Just as Ling Bao was about to speak, he remembered what his father said to test first, so he covered his mouth and said vaguely: "I can't say it, the village chief uncle will know later."

Cheng Yun smiled lightly: "It's just a small experiment, I don't know the result yet."

The village chief doesn't know anything about experiments, and if he doesn't understand, he won't break the casserole and ask the end, because if he asks, he may not understand. Scholars must have their reasons.

So he said cheerfully: "It will definitely work, Lingbao is a little lucky star."

Wasn't it Xiaofuxing? If it wasn't for Lingbao's recovery, his family Xiao Zhuang would have died, and his fingers, as well as the flood last year, were all thanks to Lingbao.

After dumping all the fallen leaves in the backyard, Lingbao was full of energy and not tired at all: "Let's go, let's go again!"

After working all day, Lingbao felt a sense of accomplishment looking at the fallen leaves in the pit.

In order to avoid the wind, sun and rain, they also set up a simple shed, which can reduce the loss of fertilizer.

For the next few days, they would go to the mountains every day, sometimes at the foot of the mountain, and sometimes go a little inside.

It was a very lucky day, and an animal carcass was found.

It was gnawed very clean, and it was impossible to see what kind of animal it was before birth, only a skeleton remained.

"Pick this up too!" Ling Bao said with a smile.

Make compost or retting, as long as it is perishable, you can throw it in.

When the weeds and fallen leaves are almost picked up, mix them and throw them into the pit, pile them up layer by layer, and sprinkle manure and water on each layer, and then sprinkle a small amount of lime evenly.

I have it at home. I bought it for cultivating fungus last time and haven’t used it up yet.

"Daddy, you have to pay attention, the middle and lower layers have to be thicker than the upper layer." Lingbao explained carefully.

As for the amount of manure and water added in each layer, the upper layer should be more and the lower layer should be less, so that it can flow down the river and be evenly distributed up and down.

In order to study composting, Cheng Zhongqian specially asked for a day off.

If it is really useful, it must be implemented nationwide. He should familiarize himself with it in advance.

Lingbao looked at it and thought: "Daddy, should we raise some chickens, ducks, pigs and sheep?"

The king, who was lazily basking in the sun on the eaves, woke up instantly. 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? It's too much, I only have you Master's!"

Lingbao explained: "I just think that if I raise them, I can use their excrement as fertilizer, and after fattening, I can kill and eat meat."

Saying that the halazi was about to flow down: "The meat is delicious, you like it too, my king."

The king has a very big appetite. Sometimes he goes back to the mountain to catch a pheasant and hare to eat, and if there is any, he will bring it back for them to beat teeth.

That's it, the king lost his temper for a moment, and thought about the feasibility of this matter.

After finishing the work, Cheng Zhongqian's face was covered with sweat, and he sat down on the spot in a disfigured manner, panting heavily.

Lingbao wiped his eyes with a handkerchief, if it got in his eyes, he would be stung.

Cheng Zhongqian asked: "What do you want to raise?"

Lingbao thought for a while: "Pigs? I heard that pigs pull a lot. And pigs are so fat, we can eat a lot of meat when they grow up!"

Cheng Zhongqian laughed, nodded her forehead and said, "I think you just want to eat meat?"

Lingbao 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, was copied down, even with annotations, so this time he brought the original, and when Cheng Zhongqian took a break at noon, they went to visit Gao Xianqing together.

Cheng Zhongqian straightened his clothes and asked nervously, "Am I walking like this? Is it impolite?"

"Daddy is well dressed." Lingbao comforted, "Don't worry Daddy, Grandpa Gao is very nice."

Cheng Yun was silent for a while, and he was also very curious, why Lingbao was not afraid at all when he met Gao Xianqing.

Cheng Zhongqian breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good. If you are willing to lend the collection of books to me who has 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.

"Father, Lingbao and the others are here."

Cheng Zhongqian straightened his back, his heart was thumping, and he turned his eyes to the side door.

Gao Xianqing is famous, but in fact, not many people have met him, or he is not as famous as his poems, so Cheng Zhongqian can't help but wonder what a layman Zhengyan looks like. Since Lingbao said he has a good temper, it must be Kind-hearted, amiable, right?

There were steady footsteps gradually approaching, first the corner of the robe, and then the whole person.

Cheng Zhongqian smiled and looked up.

Gao Xianqing is hale and hearty, with sharp eyes, like a knife, to see who is dead, serious, with deep furrows between his brows, just by looking at his face, he can only know that he is a stubborn little old man, ordinary people dare not approach him.

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 Lingbao, but Lingbao didn't look back with guilt, but greeted him happily, and called sweetly: "Grandpa Gao, I'm here to see you."

Gao Xianqing nodded, looking very indifferent, but let Gao Yi go out immediately to buy some warm pastries.

She didn't forget her father, and brought the stiff Cheng Zhongqian over: "Grandpa Gao, this is my father, doesn't he look good?"

Gao Xianqing sized him up, and Cheng Zhongqian felt overwhelmed: "Junior Cheng Zhongqian, I 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 seems that Mr. Gao prefers big bosses.

Then how can he ask questions?
Yes, after finally having the opportunity to meet Gao Xianqing, Cheng Zhongqian even brought some questions that he didn't understand, but he felt that even if he had the audacity to ask for advice, Gao Xianqing might not be able to answer.

Who made him a handsome man?

　I am speechless, the computer always cuts off the wifi at night, and I don’t know if it is the problem of the computer or the problem of the wireless network

　　
　
(End of this chapter)