I run a farm, not a zoo

He quickly defended himself at the gaze cast by the professors, saying, "It could have been. Then it rained heavily and washed my tag away. "

Who would have thought that paper labels were so unstrong.

"I thought, anyway, when the results come, I will know. Also, I'm not going to keep the seeds, so if I think it's delicious, write down the appearance and buy new seeds next year. "

How righteous Jiang Tu said, how speechless the professors were.

Breathe deeply and don't get angry.

This is not their student.

If they were students, they could peel off three layers.

Finally, the professors came out of the field.

Professor Li stomped on the sticky soil on his foot and asked, "Xiaojiang, I still remember that you planted half an acre of colored potatoes, right?" "

"Yes, Professor Xue asked Chen Yifan to help me plant it."

"Thank you so much."

Professor Li: The case has been solved.

No wonder there is an acre of potato fields, which is particularly unusual.

As a result, they simply don't know what to say.

If Xiaojiang is not allowed to do it, I am afraid that it will hinder the studious heart of other farmers.

Let him do it, novice, really plant their eyes hurt.

When planting, I was happy, and when I harvested potatoes, those that Chen Yifan planted, 29 hired a machine to dig them out, and manually sorted and collected them.

The jagged piece can only be cut out by him with a hoe little by little.

Tired is tired, not that you can't collect it.

It's okay, I'll understand it next year.

Young people, suffering is a blessing.

Jiang Tu looked at the suddenly changed expressions of several old professors inexplicably, and inexplicably felt a little chill down his spine.

No, he shouldn't have exposed anything.

Forget it, don't care.

At this week's fair, there are obviously more merchants selling glutinous rice and selling rice dumpling leaves.

Many aunts and aunts are actively picking and choosing in the pile of rice dumplings.

Fortunately, he opened the rice dumpling leaves out of the system, enough for him.

He just needs to buy a little sticky rice.

Those who can pick ingredients can rely on their own vision to pan for gold.

Those who won't pick will follow behind the grandpa and aunt, and whose family goes to whose house more.

As long as the price is asked, it is not the kind of outrageous cheap, and the quality is generally good.

Jiang Tu has a system bonus, and he will still pick glutinous rice.

He walked quickly in front of an old man and crouched.

The uncle was dark-faced, and his face was rampant, all traces left by the years.

Just now he also saw that many people were in front of the big stall of the uncle, attracted by the glutinous rice, squatted down to take a look, but asked the price and left directly.

"Uncle, how much is your sticky rice?" He asked.

The uncle glanced at Jiang Tu, stretched out five fingers, and said in a hoarse voice: "Five dollars." "

The glutinous rice in the sackcloth pocket is white and round and crystalline, and you can tell at a glance that it is a rare good rice.

Jiang Tu frowned, but this price was indeed too high.

Now on the big set, the cheapest price of glutinous rice is ten yuan and three catties, and the normal price is 4 yuan a catty.

Uncle, this is a full dollar higher than the normal price.

It's no wonder that those uncles and aunts who can live the most have asked the price, no matter how reluctant they are, or Mari left.

If others buy five catties for twenty yuan, they can buy four catties, even if the rice is good, it is not cost-effective.

He plunged his hand deep under the rice bag and turned the glutinous rice inside up.

No leave, the same quality up and down.

It is not much different from the high-quality glutinous rice given by the system.

"Young man, buy it with confidence. This is the kind of glutinous rice grown by my own family, which does not use chemical fertilizers and pesticides. "

"Last year, it grew so well, and one acre of land produced 300 catties. These are the leftovers that cannot be eaten at home. If you want to buy it again, you will have to wait for autumn. "

When the old man found Jiang Tu's actions, he seemed to have noticed that Jiang Tu really meant to buy, and slowly opened his mouth to introduce it.

Good things don't worry about selling, and there are always people who are willing to buy a little of them. Even if you don't wrap rice dumplings, it's excellent for making rice.

He has been in this place for many years, and there are many repeat customers. (Read violent novels, just go to Feilu Fiction Network!) ）

Jiang Tu carried a bag of rice, about 30 pounds.

He nodded and said to the uncle: "I'll take it together, uncle, you count me cheaper." "

The uncle's originally slow expression was solemn, and his eyes were still a little shocked when he looked at Jiang Tu.

"A piece? All of them? Uncle stumbled and repeated, what Jiang Tu had just said.

It seems that I still can't believe it.

"Hmm." Jiang Tu nodded. "Uncle's glutinous rice is good, after wrapping the rice dumplings leftover, it is good to make sticky rice, it is okay to make dim sum, it is not wasted."

He believed that as long as it was delicious, the twenty or so students in the cafeteria could finish it for him.

"Oooo The uncle clapped his hands, stood up, and the moment the bruises on the back of his hands burst out, the sackcloth pocket fell on the scale.

Electronic scale, clear and clear.

"A little more than 32 pounds, young man, I'll count 30 pounds for you, a total of 150, okay."

"Okay." Jiang Tu nodded, "Uncle, give me this pocket too, otherwise I won't be able to take it." "

"Here you go, here you go." As a result, Jiang Tu handed over two banknotes.

Uncle said cheerfully.

I was able to go home early today, hey.

Jiang Tu first prepared to pack a pot, about fifty looks, so that everyone can taste the taste first.

They all think that the taste is good, depending on the situation, if they are also busy, it is not impossible to sell at all.

Seriously, he thinks making rice dumplings is much easier than making flower cakes.

Besides, how much can that group of students buy.

Four or five per person, buy 10 to take home.

When Jiang Tu returned from work in the cafeteria, he put a plastic bag on his knee, prepared twine and rice dumpling leaves, and began to wrap rice dumplings.

Many of the students who learned the news couldn't resist their curiosity and gathered around Jiang Tu to watch.

Seeing Brother Jiang's slender and powerful fingers, he bent and folded so gently, put the glutinous rice and filling inside, and the thread was gently entangled, and a standard tetrahedral zongzi was just fine.

Eyes: I think I will.

Hand: You fart.

"Classmates over there, don't steal my dates. In case there is a zongzi without filling, are you responsible? "

Jiang Tu glanced at 753 with Yu Guang, facing Xiong Ming, who was staring at the jujube tiger, and reminded him in a calm tone.

"Hehe, Brother Jiang, I'll take a look. This rose honey bean is so fragrant. "

Xiong Ming, who was named, was also not angry, and left in front of the steel basin containing the jujube with a smirk.

I didn't even blush.

Look at the big red dates in the basin, floating quietly on the water, and you can see the finest high-quality dates with thin skin and thick flesh.

Taste, it should be a little tough, sweet, he can clean the nucleus.

Jiang Tu prepared a total of four fillings this time.

Two sweet, red dates and rose honey beans.

Two salty, pork belly and salted egg yolk.

It's all the most classic old taste.

As for the durian, chocolate, and stinky tofu flavors that the students brought up, he resolutely ignored.

Just don't have those eyes that have been seen.

Xiong Ming, who had just been named, found that something was wrong.

He looked left and right, wondering, where was Xing Tianyu, who had been sneaky since this morning, but also came with him?

"This guy, the bone crack on his arm is just right, he dares to wander blindly, and he is not afraid of accidents." Xiong Ming complained softly.

However, I didn't think much about it.

A young man in his twenties, if he loses himself at Brother Jiang's house, he can laugh at him for the rest of his life.

However, not long after Xiong Ming complained, a scream really startled the people nearby.

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