The mentally disabled grandfather is going to divorce his wife

Chapter 118 Yan Hongyu

Get along better.

The more he realized that his wife was like a treasure.

"The wheat is sick. If we don't treat it in time, when it becomes serious, the wheat yield will decrease, and if it is serious, there will be no harvest." Yan Danqing looked serious, and squatted down to pull out a serious disease: "Let's go back."

"Lady." Di Yao hurriedly followed.

When I was in the mansion, I knew that she had methods for planting, pests and diseases, and soil improvement.

Emperor Yao turned his head.

Looking at the wheat seedlings in the wind, which are obviously different from other wheats, with white powder spots all over them, it must be sick, and there are very few powder spots, which should be in the early stage.

After returning to the residence, Yan Danqing called the son of the farm manager over.

The steward is Yan Tian, ​​42 years old this year, the first generation of his family has been slaves in the Yan family, he is a servant of the Yan family, loyal and honest, the whole farm is well managed, but he is a stubborn old man, Yan Danqing doesn't like it.

The steward's son, named Yan Hongyu, has just turned 20 this year, and he is also handsome. The key is that this kid has studied, but his status as a servant is the lowest. Being able to stay in the farm, now he is helping his father manage the farm, and he is basically in charge of major and minor matters.

"Concubine Shizi, Lord Shizi." Yan Hongyu looked at the couple in front of him respectfully and knelt in front of him.

The man in front of him was wearing a simple and plain blue gown. He had a refined and refined temperament. Even when he was kneeling, he straightened his back and did not appear humble at all.

"Look at this wheat plant." Yan Danqing handed him the sick wheat, and she didn't have any pretensions: "Come here in the future, don't kneel down every now and then, this is in Zhuangzi, and I have nothing to do with Shizi." So many rules."

"That's right." Emperor Yao nodded while eating the warm tofu curd he just made: "My lady, these are all salty ones these days, when will you make me sweet ones?"

Since he came to the farm, his food has changed every day. It's not that he has never eaten bean curd, but the bean curd is made with his wife's method, but it is white, tender and fragrant, and it is better than the one he ate before. Those who don't know how much delicious.

Yan Danqing gave him a supercilious look, and he knew how to eat it!

If it wasn't for hanging fresh food with the old man in the family, he would have run away long ago, how could he bear such a boring life.

Yan Hongyu got up, raised his head, and showed a handsome face, with delicate features and a bit of refined bookishness. If he was not said to be a servant of the farm, he would have mistakenly thought he was the young master of some family who took the wheat seedlings from Yan Danqing's hand , looked at it carefully: "I have seen rusty spots on the top, but I have never seen this one with white spots on the top."

"How did you deal with the rust spots?" Yan Danqing looked at him with interest.

this kid.

wrong.

People are older than her.

But with this appearance, this temperament, and this ability, it is a bit strange in ancient times that one has not married at the age of 20.

"When it just grows, you can remove the leaves with rust spots and clean them, and you can keep the crops. If the rust spots spread to the stalks, there is nothing you can do. If you get this rust, the grain Production will be reduced by [-]%." Yan Hongyu twisted off a little white powder and observed it carefully.

(End of this chapter)