Scholars in the courtyard.

Chapter 51
The next day, when Yang Xiaotao came to the workshop, he heard a piece of news from Wang Fa.

"Xiaotao, do you know that Liu Gong from our workshop praised you!"

"Gong Liu?"

"Yes, eighth-level fitter Liu Daming!"

Then Wang Fa explained Liu Daming's situation, and Yang Xiaotao finally understood what was going on.

Compared with Yi Zhonghai's status, Liu Daming's status is even worse than that of Yi Zhonghai.

Even in comparison, Liu Daming has been in the rolling mill for a longer time, but because of his age, he rarely appears in the workshop now.

Unlike Yi Zhonghai, who only accepts a few apprentices, Liu Daming is full of peaches and plums, not only in the rolling mill, but also in other brother factories.

It can be said to be highly respected.

Maybe it was because of the recent incident that he heard about it, so he came to see it quietly.

Then came the so-called praise.

Yang Xiaotao knew why Wang Fa was so happy. In this workshop, Liu Gong's words were better than the director's, and even the factory director had to save face.

With Liu Gong saying this, those gossips no longer have a market, and even if there were, he would not dare to provoke them blatantly.

If you know that you have offended Liu Gong, then wait to be targeted by the whole factory.

Yang Xiaotao was grateful in his heart. Although he didn't feel wronged, since he had endorsed the book for him, it was appropriate to show gratitude appropriately.

So, after being affirmed, Yang Xiaotao felt that more and more people came to get off work every day, and even some people from the third and fourth grades came to inquire, which made him a little confused, but also a little proud.

No way, the experience and knowledge instilled by the system gave him the confidence.

He dared to teach as long as it was level one or level two.

You can also say a few words about the third level.

Time is like running water, the weather has warmed up in a blink of an eye, the cotton clothes are taken off, and Yang Xiaotao puts on the unlined clothes.

People who have been suffocated all winter can finally move around freely, leave the suffocated and moldy house, enjoy the warm sunshine, just like mice after hibernation, wandering around, looking for food for life.

Yang Xiaotao had a good winter. Although he had only been in this world for more than half a year, what happened in the past few months was like a catalyst, allowing him to quickly integrate into this world.

Now, also began to enjoy this unique era.

Different from other homes in the courtyard, Yang Xiaotao's house has Xiaowei as an elf, so the house is clean and fresh, and the wood has been repaired by Xiaowei, so there is no decay of dead wood, but a faint fragrance.

Today is the weekend, after breakfast, Yang Xiaotao didn't go to the library, so he was at home preparing to tidy up the yard.

The seeds I bought last time have been waiting for the weather to improve, and now I can finally plant them.

Uncle Chen next door had heard about it a long time ago, and no one cared about growing vegetables and fruits in the yard.

But in this courtyard, the two of them are the only ones who can have a courtyard, and there is an open space outside the entrance of the front yard, which was just flowered by Yan Fugui, which can be used as a facade for literati and refined scholars.

Now Yang Xiaotao says he is growing vegetables in the yard, but he is not optimistic about it.

Growing vegetables is not an easy task. It requires not only people to take care of them, but also good soil.

Given the soil quality of the courtyard, he knew it was not a land for growing vegetables at all.

Mr. Chen also reminded Yang Xiaotao, but Yang Xiaotao didn't care. If he insisted on this, he might as well lend a hand.

"Uncle Chen, I have cabbage, tomatoes, peppers, cucumbers and leek seeds. How do you arrange them?"

Yang Xiaotao took out the seeds, which had been combed by Xiaowei with her ability, and the survival rate was very high.

But looking at the bags of seeds in his hand now, Yang Xiaotao is still a little worried.

After all, he doesn't know how to farm.

Although what Uncle Chen said is reasonable, and he has never heard of any compound growing vegetables, he is different from others.

He has Xiaowei as an elf, as long as the seeds are planted, he doesn't have to worry about it, and he can even reap a lot.

It's just that it's not easy to plant it.

Fortunately, Uncle Chen helped to plan, otherwise he would have to be reckless.

Uncle Chen looked at Yang Xiaotao's yard. It was actually the same size as his house, except that it was separated by a half-meter-wide stone road in the middle.

This small courtyard is about eleven or twelve square meters, narrow from north to south and wide from east to west. The front is the north wall of the west wing, which is also the side room for the maids of the big family. Now there is a family with three people, all local, Relationships aren't bad either.

Further to the west is Jia's house. Although there is only one room, it is no worse than Yang Xiaotao's two rooms. Jia's house also has two bedrooms inside.

Therefore, Yang Xiaotao's desire to farm has nothing to do with the people in the west wing, and there is not even a window on the north wall.

Besides, Yang Xiaotao planted his own garden, and the people in the yard had no control over it.

At most, it's a waste of effort, young and ignorant sour words.

"This side is next to the wall, you can just plant cucumbers, and when the time comes, put a wooden frame and let it climb."

Uncle Chen pointed to the place near the west wall. Because of the barrier of the wall, it is difficult to receive light in the afternoon.

Yang Xiaotao found a stone to record the distance and set aside a place.

"Here we grow peppers."

"Let's get tomatoes here. They're not too tall, and they can't stop leeks."

"The rest can be planted with leeks and cabbage. There are many kinds of cabbage, and when you eat it, just plant another crop and save it for the winter."

"Leeks, it's only the end of March, and there are two rows at the table, so you can eat them until autumn."

Uncle Chen was planning while walking.

Yang Xiaotao listened carefully in the back. The time requirements for planting these crops are different, and only those who have lived in the Forty-Nine City for a long time can figure out the rules, arrange the right time, and grow suitable vegetables.

Yang Xiaotao kept these in mind, and then he was ready to start.

Many people in the yard also knew what Yang Xiaotao was going to do, a few idlers were watching the fun, Jia Zhangshi and Qin Huairu sat in the distance, their eyes were full of jealousy.

"Hmph, I really think of myself as a character."

"There are so many courtyard houses in Sijiu City. I haven't heard of people growing vegetables in the courtyards. I really can't afford to lose this person."

"At first glance, it looks like a soil turtle from the countryside. It's still farming at what age."

Jia Zhang's mouth is not good, and Qin Huairu who is next to her feels bitter when she hears it. She is also from the countryside.

If their family also had a small courtyard, she would also like to plant some.

The first and second uncles also heard about it, shaking their heads and sneering, waiting to see Yang Xiaotao's joke.

Silly Zhu with his hands behind his back, with an old-fashioned look, told the people in the yard that this kind of land is not easy.

At this time, Zhou Kui and Zhou Peng came to the front yard, and happened to meet Yan Fugui who was out fishing.

The two people who had known the people in the courtyard for a long time talked briefly and walked towards the courtyard.

Yan Fugui also heard about Yang Xiaotao, and the idea of ​​growing vegetables also arose in his heart.

If Yang Xiaotao can succeed, then what kind of flowers are there?

"This matter has to be recalculated, at least the land in front of the door must be obtained first."

Now I'm not in the mood for fishing, so Yan Fugui put down his fishing rod and went to discuss with the third mother.

When the two came to the middle courtyard, they saw Yang Xiaotao from afar.

"Why are you two here?"

"Brother Tao, let's help."

Zhou Peng rolled up his sleeves and was about to move things.

There are still some miscellaneous things in the yard that need to be rearranged.

"That's great, I'm worried about being too busy."

As Yang Xiaotao said, he looked at the people in the courtyard. These guys watched for most of the morning, but they didn't seem to help, and they were still watching the play.

This is indeed, very beast.

There were two people joining in, especially Zhou Kui and Yang Xiaotao, with all their strength, the simple garbage was thrown directly outside the alley.

Finally, the remaining water tanks and clothes racks in the yard were put aside.

Next, is the official planting.

Feeling Xiaowei's excitement in her chest, Yang Xiaotao and the others continued their efforts and started working directly.

Yang Xiaotao took a hoe and dug the ditch little by little under the guidance of Uncle Chen. Aunt Chen sprinkled the vegetable seeds into it behind, and Zhou Peng poured water one by one with a water basin in his hand. Then Zhou Kui closed the ditch with soil with a shovel, and then Uncle Chen compacted the ditch with bare feet, leaving a string of footprints.

A few people got busy and were in full swing. Aunt Chen also said that she had the feeling of farming when she was young, and even Uncle Chen felt a lot better.

While explaining how to plant, while talking about interesting things from the past, this work was done until noon.

Aunt Chen had already gone home to prepare lunch, this time Yang Xiaotao didn't let the Zhou brothers go, let them go first, and go back to the house to get something.

Uncle Chen led the two brothers home, and Yang Xiaotao was also thinking of taking something there.

In the end, ten packs of braised beef noodles without the packaging, and the seasoning in a bottle, can also be justified.

Two old hams, of course, except for the packaging. Without packaging, this thing is similar to the red sausage at this time, but it is thicker, and others don't care.

I came to Uncle Chen's house with the things, and asked Aunt Chen to cook noodles without any explanation.

The other families had already eaten at noon, and the Chen family's meal had just begun.

Then, the whole courtyard was filled with aroma, the smell of beef mixed with the aroma of old ham, which made the stomachs of those who had eaten it growl.

Jiazhang yelled and cursed again, even the uncle and the others kept snorting coldly.

The deaf old lady in the backyard looked at Uncle Chen's family who was about the same age as her, and suddenly felt sore in her heart.

Why didn't her grandson, Sha Zhu, come and bring her food?

Uncle Chen and the others were also attracted by the instant noodles in front of them, and they wanted to eat them right away due to the aroma.

As a result, the ten packs of instant noodles were quickly eaten up by everyone. The old ham only ate half of it, and Aunt Chen wanted to take one and a half sticks back to Yang Xiaotao. Roots, half of them stay at Uncle Chen's house.

After dinner, Yang Xiaotao sent the Zhou brothers away, and Uncle Chen fell asleep after drinking.

Back at home, looking at the flat and small courtyard, Yang Xiaotao couldn't help but feel excited when he saw the small flat courtyard, which would become lush and green in a few days, and even brought Xiaowei out, screaming.

"The weather is just right, so let's take a vacation and take a rest today."

Yang Xiaotao lay on the bed, squinting his eyes, thinking about what to do in the afternoon.

"By the way, don't you have fishing skills? Why don't you go fishing?"

Thinking of the shortage of materials in this era, it is even more severe to crack down on speculation.

If he didn't do it well, he would be squatted on the fence for the last crime.

But fishing is unregulated.

In addition, I can't always eat secretly. In the long run, fishing is also the best way to cover up the truth.

I glanced at my credits, "Fishing skills should also be improved with credits."

(End of this chapter)