The peasant woman's three fists hurt a little

Chapter 398 New Year's Eve Dinner

Guixiang agreed with a smile, and went home with potatoes.

The next step is to cut the potatoes.Guixiang understood what Wei Shengyu and Yang Cuihua meant.Usually, there is no need to cut potatoes when planting potatoes, just one nest of potatoes.

Guixiang's method is still the first of its kind.

In the first step, cinnamon cuts out the potatoes.Potatoes have little pits, and those pits will grow sprouts.There must be at least three such pits on a piece of potato.Two or three pieces can be cut from one potato.

The potatoes used for seeds will not be too big, just a small one.

After cutting them out, Cinnamon piled these potato cubes under the eaves.The wind dries the knife edge so that it is not easy to rot.Guixiang cut up a pick of potatoes and put them under the eaves.

Wei Shengyu covered his heart, feeling a little pain.

This is a complete waste!
But Wei Shengyu wants to hold back, don't say anything!
Guixiang smiled and arranged for Wei Shengyu to do things.

"You go and fertilize the wasteland you opened up. Plant ash and dung are fine. After fertilizing, turn the land. These potato seeds will germinate in a few days."

Wei Shengyu suppressed the anxiety in his heart.

"You are blowing like this, and there is no soil. It is still here to dry. How can it germinate. At least go to a cool and humid place."

Guixiang raised her eyelids.Haven't said anything yet.

Wei Shengyu changed his words.

"As long as you are happy! Hehe."

Guixiang snickered.

For the rest of the days, there were always people wandering around the door, knowing that they were barking due to their duties.

The people who came to hang around were scared back.

Yang Cuihua came here often, it was a pity for these potatoes.He was also afraid that Guixiang would be unhappy, so he said it very tactfully.

"If you can't grow it, I still have potatoes at home. It's a wasteland that was opened up, and it's not fertile. I'm afraid there won't be many of them."

Guixiang thanked Yang Cuihua for her kindness.

"It will definitely grow. You will see it in a few days."

Yang Cuihua laughed dryly.

This is too optimistic!

Wei Shengyu doesn't think that Guixiang's method will definitely make money, but it's good to let Guixiang explore it.Shengyu is a farmer.Their family planted it early, and if it doesn't grow out, it's okay to replant it.

There was not enough plant ash at home, so Wei Shengyu went directly to Aunt Ashan's stove to move it.And the chicken feces of the pheasant that Aunt Ashan feeds is also a good thing.Shengyu's house is a new house, and there is still little dung in the pit.It was also carried away at Aunt Ashan's house.

Yang Cuihua told Aunt Ashan about the matter, and Aunt Ashan was also in a hurry.Came back and took a look.

Guixiang is not someone who stops when others say it.No matter what people think, it is only serious to dig out the fertilized land first.It has spread throughout the village, saying that Guixiang's prodigal family can't farm the land and wastes food.

Wei Shengyu pretended not to hear.

It's the time of the new year now.

Aunt Ashan and Ashan are still staying in the hospital.Wei Shengyu took Guixiang to the medical center to celebrate the New Year.Accompany Aunt Ah Shan and Ah Shan to have New Year's Eve dinner.Bring a lot of things.

Doctor Zhou has returned.

Wei Shengyu came to the door, carrying New Year's goods in his hand.It is also the usual mountain product, but this time there are two more live pheasants.

Aunt Ah Shan exclaimed that her heart ached.

Zhou Rende was happy, but the pheasant was given to Angelica, and he said in front of everyone.

"Pheasant chickens are good! They are alive! Keep them for laying eggs. You go and make soup with the old hens you bought. Take good care of these two live ones. We won't have to worry about eating wild eggs in the future."

Wei Shengyu twitched the corners of his mouth.

Cinnamon speaks bluntly.

"This is for my aunt."

Zhou Rende pretended to be angry.

"A pheasant is no different from a domestic hen. My hen is a two-year-old hen, and the stew is more nourishing than your pheasant. Trust me!"

Guixiang obviously doesn't believe it.

(End of this chapter)