four and a half year old farm family pet

Chapter 171: Preconceptions and generalizations
Miao looked straight at her granddaughter and replied: "Where does ginger come from in winter?"

During the rice harvest, the ginger planted in the spring is collected. However, in the past two years, no food has been planted in the spring, let alone ginger.

Only when you are lucky when you go up the mountain can you encounter a piece of mountain ginger.

Ginger is a useless thing. She has to be used to cook rice and remove the smell, but if you really need to use the field to grow something that can't be stored for a long time, no one is willing to do it.

Yuan Bao said in a strange way: "Grandma, if we have ginger at home, can we sell it and make money to buy land to grow ginger?"

"Your father can take care of the land purchase when he comes back, but you can't plant ginger. Have you forgotten what grandma just said? Ginger is not easy to preserve..."

While Miao was talking, she suddenly slapped her forehead, which made her faint. Her granddaughter had already taken out the ginger in the cold weather. What else could she say that it was not easy to preserve it?

Mrs. Miao hurriedly said: "Quickly, take grandma to see how you kept the ginger until now."

"Okay! Grandma and Yuanbao, come here~~" Yuanbao suddenly slid off the stool and ran to the kitchen.

Mrs. Miao also left her daughters-in-law and followed her to the kitchen. She saw Yuanbao squatting on the ground, struggling to move firewood and moving them to the other side, exposing the river sand inside.

Yuan Bao stuck his buttocks out and dug around, and found out several pieces of ginger from the sand. Miao took it and took a look, not to mention how fresh it was.

"Yuanbao, is this ginger really the one you saved before?" Miao asked uncertainly with a trembling voice.

"Yes!" Yuan Bao didn't want to hide anything from his grandma, so he replied with a smile.

Miao couldn't suppress the joy on her face, "How long can ginger be preserved if you put it in the sand like you do?"

Yuan Bao tilted his head and thought for a while, but did not answer immediately. Instead, he quickly ran away all the firewood around him. Miao was also eager to help.

A quarter of an hour later, the grandfather and grandson worked together to move the firewood pile away, revealing a few feet of sand underneath.

Yuan Bao carefully dug away the surrounding sand with his hands, took a piece of fresh ginger with green sprouts, and placed it on Miao's side.

Following the little girl's movements, the ginger opened a hole, and the unique smell of ginger filled her nostrils.

She directly told her grandma the facts. She didn’t know how long ginger could be stored in the sand, but it would sprout and continue to grow.

Mrs. Miao eagerly took the fresh ginger from Yuan Bao's hand, poked the green buds on it with her rough hands, and found that they had only grown in the past few days. She couldn't help but murmured: "That's not right, the crops are left behind." How could the ground not be rotten?"

They have to rush to harvest every autumn harvest.

"Grandma, Yuanbao doesn't understand why crops spoil when left in the ground?" Yuanbao asked curiously.

"Because, because..."

Miao couldn't answer.

Yuan Bao held his small forehead, helpless.

Obviously every crop has its own unique characteristics, so why should adults make preconceptions and generalize?
In the end, the grandfather and grandson couldn't answer the conversation, so Miao had no choice but to bury the ginger in the sand again excitedly, tidied up the kitchen, hugged the ingot, and hurried to Jin Si and Xu Liudi's house.

"Fourth."

Miao and Yuanbao suddenly broke in.

Jin Si was so frightened that he almost lost his soul when he just wanted to say hello to his wife.

He hurriedly turned around and stood up, "Mom, what's wrong?"

"Come to the main room, mother and you will discuss something."

(End of this chapter)