I run a farm, not a zoo

It was a war without gunsmoke.

The thrill is comparable to the Great Leap Forward, the Great Breakout, and the Normandy landings in World War II.

It was also the first time he had seen someone use Sun Tzu's art of war at the dinner table.

Ming Xiu plank road darkness Chen Cang, Wei Wei to save Zhao, beauty ji, gong xin ji, 666.

Seeing that the village chief's expression was wrong, Jiang Tu turned his head and followed his line of sight to look back.

Pupil constriction.

On one table, the sweet and sour carp, after losing all its skin and flesh, the fish bone still maintained this original posture.

This fish-eating technique, how good.

There was also a table, the big bones of the pig's elbow, all shining, and the dogs had to worship when they saw it.

A few more students, while carrying a full bowl of rice, stared at their table.

The face clearly and clearly wrote that the next time I ate a banquet, I had to sit at the professor's table.

Frightened, he quickly turned his head back.

After Jiang Tu finished eating, he said hello to the professor and the village chief and left the scene early.

He was so tired.

Moreover, cleaning the battlefield does not have to worry about him.

He went straight to the bathroom after returning home, and the smell of oil smoke was really unbearable.

Also, the hot big kang, I want to kill him!

At the big table, after some fighting, everyone was almost full, or they all grabbed the bowl, and finally calmed down, and it was time to play the original function of the big table - to exchange feelings.

However, before a few words could be said, this topic became.

"Oh, you said Xiaojiang's braised beef, how is it really delicious? It smells ordinary, as soon as it enters the mouth, the taste, I will buy all the hundred and one pounds. "

"Come on, it's only 56 pounds in the county, and I haven't seen you buy it."

The man did not want to hear this, "These 26 taste the same, you spoil me, don't spoil Xiaojiang's craft." "

"If I were to say, this elbow is stewed well, it looks fat, but it is not greasy at all. It tastes like it from the inside out. This craft, no big master in our area can compare. "

"Yes, yes, the little yellow fish, the skin is so crispy, and the dregs are lost when you go down in your mouth, the key is that the meat inside is still tender, you say."

Everyone sat on a stool with their stomachs shy, their eyes looking through the table, the bowls and plates that had no soup left, and looking at the mountains and forests in the distance.

The gaze is far away, the expression is empty, and the IQ is estimated to be all concentrated on the stomach.

Some people chanted: "How good it would be to come to such a table again." "

But no, who wouldn't want to.

Jiang Tu didn't want to.

Today's meal tossed him, it was called a sore back and leg cramps, and now he almost wants to vomit when he sees the pot counter.

One more meal, beat him to death and won't come.

In the King's Canyon, his tired fingers are hard to use, and Sun Ce's sea boat has had many traffic accidents in a row.

He thought as he stroked, "Night, night, noodles,

Simply stir-fried shiitake mushroom meat sauce marinade, just make do.

It's so good to eat at noon, and I still want a bike in the evening.

Right.

Full, the little man on the screen did not move, turned gray, and the person slept over.

The next day, the weather was cloudy and a little cool.

When Jiang Tu returned home after breakfast, he vaguely seemed to hear his uncles and aunts in the village complaining, saying what a good day to work today.

Not hot, not cold.

Unfortunately, the professor made them wait a little longer.

He had also heard the professors say this, and even this morning this group of students had begun to consciously move their seedlings into the house as soon as they could.

If it doesn't work, cover it with straw left over from last year.

According to the calculations of Professor Li and Professor Lu, the rain mentioned in the weather forecast is likely to evolve into Xiaoice hail.

Rain is fine, the good always outweighs the bad.

If it's hail, it's more difficult.

If the time is a little longer, the small seedlings that have just come out of the ground are likely to not be able to withstand this blow and die directly.

Replanting can be much more cumbersome than sowing.

After all, sowing can be done mechanically in most cases, and replanting is not very good.

There are also potatoes covered with mulch, you need to protect the potatoes and protect the mulch film so as not to be leaked by hail.

The professor had suggested to the village chief that hail would fall, but how many people believed it was their own business.

The weather forecast may not be accurate.

Jiang Tu also followed the advice of the old professor, and this morning, the chickens and ducklings did not release anything at all.

Those giant bone firewood chickens were also only released and sneaked around and rushed directly back to the nest.

Especially the three small pheasants, he does not have as many trees as in the mountains and forests to shelter, and they are not very smart themselves.

Jiang Tu was really afraid that these three stupid chickens would be directly smashed to death by hail.

That's literally nailed to the pillar of shame for pheasant death.

Once underground, other pheasants might laugh at them.

That picture, Jiang Tu can imagine.

"How did you die?"

"Oh, I was bitten to death by a lynx, how about you?"

"I can't compare to you, I was caught by an eagle."

"What about you?"

His chicken said stupidly: "I was killed by hail." "

The other two chickens hurried away, still carrying his chicken in their mouths and secretly chanting: "Hurry away from it, what if stupidity will be contagious?" "

Alas!

But these pheasants are still quite powerful, and they still laid several eggs for him after coming to his house for so long.

Small, and obviously different from eggs.

Without fertilization, the Forestry Service gave it to him as compensation.

Who is honest, the taste is so-so, even the weasel dislikes it as smaller than an egg. (Read violent novels, just go to Feilu Fiction Network!) ）

After noon, the dark clouds are like thick quilts, layer by layer, and it feels like the whole thing is going to collapse uncontrollably in the next second.

The air was filled with a sense of oppression, which was simply breathless.

In the distance, there was a mountain rain in the mountains, and the birds were much quieter than usual.

On the wasteland, the small yellow flowers of dandelions seem to be pressed to two points less delicate.

Barley and black rice lay in the big vat, looking out stunned, with happiness and jealousy in their eyes.

When they used to wander, they hated this kind of weather the most.

It's cold, the fur will get wet, and it's hard to stick to the body.

This kind of weather also often means that you are hungry and food is harder to find than usual.

Now, they can calmly watch the mountain breeze in the distance and the rickety trees.

It is squeezed with barley, comfortable and warm.

That's nice.

Barley also rubbed black rice with its own good half of his face, and black rice's belly is getting bigger and bigger, and it is well raised.

Although it is not it, it is also a little anticipating the arrival of the little baby.

The wind outside is getting stronger.

They passed through the mountains and forests, past the bushes, and let out a mournful cry, as if something more terrifying was chasing them behind.

Barley and black rice are closer together.

Jiang Tu braved the fierce wind, ran out to check, the chickens, pigs and rabbits outside, and found that all the animals were obediently hiding in the sturdy and sheltered house, only to breathe a sigh of relief.

Quash——!

A blinding white light flashed across the edge of the sky, rushing straight into the mountains and forests.

The thunder rumbled like thousands of troops, pouring straight towards this side.

After a while, coin-sized raindrops, accompanied by bean-sized hailstones, ping-pong ping-pong fell.

Some fell straight to the ground, some smashed on the roof, and some knocked in the leaves and grass blades, with the momentum of destroying the world.

At this time, Jiang Tu finally understood how important an agricultural expert who is proficient in weather is.

When he went to deliver food at noon, he found that many families in the village, after seeing the students collecting things, also began to consciously cover the greenhouses with straw.

Otherwise, maybe this hail can directly smash through the plastic film of the greenhouse.

Patching it up, it's another big expense.

The hail disappeared in about fifteen minutes, and the heavy rain continued for nearly an hour and a half.

The field was wet by the rain, and the hail had long since disappeared.

Jiang Tu felt that the water level of his artificial lake seemed to have risen a little.

I think at the beginning, he was still sighing, 10 cubic meters of water.

As a result, when he really put it into the lake, he learned that ten tons of water were put into this lake, and he couldn't even see a splash.

I don't know if the water level has risen.

The dark clouds continued to drift south, not knowing where to bring how much rain.

Here, the sun quietly peeked out from behind the clouds.

The golden sunlight folds 300 on the water droplets, emitting a colorful halo.

Between the mountains and forests, it seems that a rainbow bridge has been erected, and from this side to that side, I don't know which way the immortals are convenient to pass by.

The villagers reopened the straw curtain to check whether the shed was damaged and needed to be repaired.

Everyone was very glad that they finally listened to the professors' advice and did not make a mess of themselves.

I still have to thank the village chief for inviting professors from the Agricultural University to rent land in our village, and I don't know how many disasters have I helped them avoid over the years.

A professor is a professor, and it is still useful to read more.

"Xiaowang Village, do you know no, I heard a few days ago that their wheat has sprouted. I don't know if there's anything going on. "

"Who would have thought that after such a time, God could still give you a hailstorm?"

"What is this? I still remember a few years ago, when it was snowing in June and July, the wheat had grown so tall that it fell into a piece. At that time, fortunately, my family planted corn, and the loss was less. "

"But no, this day is getting more and more strange, really don't give us farmers a way to live."

Song Jun also received a call from the village chief of another village, and there was nothing else, just wanted to ask him to help ask the professor, is there any salvation for the wheat that has experienced such a hailstorm?

The hail disappeared into the ground with the shower, but didn't the chill remain?

Can wheat seedlings not be frozen?

Even if people put their hands in ice water, they know that they are frozen, not to mention freshly sprouted wheat?

It has been said, don't plant it first, see that Bears Ears Village has not moved, there is no hurry, but some villagers do not believe it.

Trust your experience and feel okay.

Experience is not useless, but professors of agricultural majors are not more experienced than them? Not more than they know?

Something happened, knowing that it came to find.

For all this, Jiang Tu does not know.

He only knew that after such a rain, spring ploughing could really start sowing seeds.

For the north, where they can only plant one harvest a season this year, these days will become busy and important.

Even, he can't be idle.

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