Salted Fish Dad, Passive Farming

Chapter 77 Prepare to do a big vote

Ji Ran went home to have dinner.

Steam several pieces of 'Jincancan' brand sweet corn, stew a fat and tender wild rabbit, and pair it with Uncle Jiu's top wine. This meal is truly extraordinary.

It's so beautiful that you want to fly into the sky and stand side by side with the sun.

He carried back four kilograms of the bucket of wine given by the wine uncle. The old man was a better drinker than him, and the old woman also drank a few ounces.

When you get this fine wine, don't worry about anything else. It's necessary to be filial to your two elders.

I also broke dozens of corns in one breath, so that the two elders could eat them happily.

"But, if you don't go fishing every day and don't make money, what are you going to do... I'll see how you can collect 1 yuan by then... If you can't pay 1 yuan, then you Don't blame the old lady..."

But the old lady didn't look at the sake of the wine and corn, so she let him go.

In her opinion, delicious food and drink are not as pleasant as heavy silver coins.She would rather have a simple meal than a salted fish to turn over and go upstream.

"Mom, don't worry about 1. I will hand in the remaining money on time...Well, there is still corn in my stove, so don't burn it."

Ji Ran made a lame excuse and ran away.

Instead of letting his two elders come to Youranju, he took his daughter Gouzi home just to make it easier for him to run away.

He is really afraid of my mother's 'Elder Tang' attribute.

Silent all night.

When he got up the next day, Ji Ran broke off two more corns, brought them to Wang Zai, and wrote a note.

Tell Uncle Jiu that there is no particularity in planting corn, and the normal procedure is enough.

Not long after Gou Zi left, Diao Zai arrived.

Diao Zai was a real dog, it didn't rush to the ground, it observed the situation on a nearby tree for a while, and found nothing unusual before flying down.

"Diaozi, come here..."

Ji Ran trained the eagle for a while and then went to work.

Feed the pigs and fish...

The fragrant wheatgrass that was exposed to the sun for half a day yesterday still has moisture, so continue to dry it.

Then cut off a basket and dry them separately.

Other corn, wheat, etc., are all ground into powder with a flour machine...

……

On the side of the house, Douhua gave the mission to Diao Zai seriously, pointing at the tadpoles in the field, "Diao Zai, you have to protect them from now on, and you can't let those bad little birds eat them, do you understand?"

"tooth"

Diao Zai blinked, not sure if he understood the meaning.

"Diaozai is the best."

Dou Hua thought that it was in control, and hugged its neck happily, stroked and stroked, adding a few more bricks and tiles for it to evolve into a vulture.

"Okay, you can play by yourself, I'm going to help dad with things... Remember, protect the little tadpoles and little crabs."

Douhua patted the bird's head and walked to the empty hut behind the house, where her father was busy.

"tooth"

Diaozai watched Douhua leave, then ran to the corner, poked his head and meowed secretly, seeing that the masters and masters were all working, he turned back to the 'field'.

It misses the tender and slippery taste of yesterday's 'pearl'.

I walked around the "field" in a circle. The surrounding fence and the "air defense net" above made it very depressing. There was no loophole to take advantage of.

Tilting his head and thinking for a while, he tried to jump onto the 'air defense net'. When its roughly grid was pressed upwards, the whole net sank immediately, directly into the water.

The 'air-raid net' is made by Douhua alone, and the quality is not picky, except for one word.

Seeing the net sinking, the 'pearl' could be found in the mouth, and the sand sculpture was overjoyed.

Looking left and right, no one paid attention to this side. The long sharp beak of the eagle took a sip into the water through the mesh.

Accurately hit a 'pearl'.

Well, it still has the same tender and smooth taste, not as delicious as fish, but much better than other meats.

one more...

sip……

Well, the more you eat, the more delicious it becomes.

If I eat another one, I won't eat it. If it's less, the little master shouldn't be able to find it.

sip……

It's so delicious that I can't help but want to eat one more, just the last one.

Sip, sip, sip...

It's delicious, just the last one, don't eat any more.

After killing more than a dozen tadpoles in a row, Diao Zai finally stopped the car.

He flew down from the "air-raid net", paced like a normal bird, and took a look behind the house.

Seeing that its owner was too busy to pay attention to it, it pretended to be casual and walked towards the reservoir.

Passing through a bush, I glanced behind me and saw that it was already in the blind spot of my master's sight. I spread my wings and flew close to the water, all the way into Kuxin Island.

Standing in a hidden tree, the falcon stares at the water...

……

How could Ji Ran Douhua know about Diao Zai's chicken thieves and Diao Zai's evil intentions?

Ji Ran thought that after yesterday's education with a big stick and sweet dates, Diao Zai was now a good boy.

Ji Ran powdered in the morning and went online in the afternoon to learn how to prepare bait by himself.

Wang Zai came back in the evening. This time he brought nothing but a reply letter.

On the paper, Uncle Jiu's handwriting is still like a chicken claw: In a few months, I'll treat you to a drink of Baogu wine.
Ji Ran grinned.

Rice wine has the beauty of rice wine, and Baogu wine has the beauty of Baogu wine. As long as it comes from the craftsmanship of the wine uncle, the quality is guaranteed, not to mention...

Uh, I seem to have forgotten something important.

Can the second-generation primary 'Jincancan' corn seeds be as excellent in all aspects as the first-generation seeds directly produced by the system?

After a while, try using the corn left out in the sun under the eaves.

……

On the following Mondays and Tuesdays, Douhua went to school, and Ji Ran studied hard on the Internet after training on carving.

The two baskets of fragrant wheat straw were also dried in the sun, and he took the time to beat them into powder.

Diao Zai, this rotten thing, would go to the field for a few sips every day, and go to the reservoir island to keep an eye on the treetops. As for whether he had done any bad things...

There were so many tadpoles in the field that they were like stars, but Douhua didn't notice them for a while.

There are even less fish in the small library. As long as they are not caught, only God knows what the turtle will do.

……

In the blink of an eye, on Wednesday, a large number of wire drawing fans that Ji Ran ordered online finally arrived.

I sent my daughter to kindergarten in the morning, picked up the package on the way, and bought some measuring cups.

Back home, Ji Ran packed all the powder into a small bag with a sealed bag and labeled it.

Prepare a notebook and a pen.

Beside the reservoir, there were fishing chairs, forts, poles... Ji Ran set up his position and took out the bait basin.

Each powder is measured in a measuring cup, poured into the basin one by one, and recorded carefully in a notebook.

Add wire drawing and water to make bait.

After waking up, knead and collect.

Trial fishing...

……

For three whole days, Wednesday, Thursday and Friday, Ji Ran was not afraid of the heat and tirelessly did this thing over and over under the umbrella beside the library.

The notebook is densely filled with numbers and numbers.

He caught and put down one or two kilograms of small grass carp in the reservoir. The sand sculpture stood aside, eyes wide open when he saw it, and he almost couldn't help but pounce on it several times.

"almost."

On Friday evening, the sun set at dusk, and the golden afterglow fell on the remote small village and the mountain reservoir halfway up the mountain.

By the reservoir, Ji Ran bathed in the setting sun, stood up from the fishing chair, stretched his sore waist from sitting on the table for three days, and showed a satisfied smile on his face.

"Dad, where are we going to play tomorrow?"

Douhua, who was fishing for ground tigers on the side, put down the short pole in her hand and came over to rub her father's waist and back. She asked expectantly.

She didn't go out to play last weekend, so she wanted to go play.

"Let's go fishing tomorrow." Ji Ran said with a smile, feeling the gentle slapping of the caring little cotton-padded jacket.

After days of time investment and countless brain cell heroic sacrifices, it’s time to produce value.

tomorrow……

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