The Delicate Prince and His Shrewd Peasant Consort

After two more days, Liu Ye thought that the potatoes were almost gone, so he took Gu Rufeng to see them. 「^ 追 ^ 书 ^ 帮 ^ 首 ~ 发」

Sure enough, the newly-grown shoots grew a lot.

"Everything is ready to start working," Liu said.

Gu Rufeng also seemed to be infected by Liu Yan's passion, and his interest was high.

The two cut the potatoes into pieces in the morning and planted them in the field in the evening.

Gu Rufeng kept asking: "Mother, why should you cut potatoes into pieces? Why should you plant them in the evening?"

Liu Ye touched Gu Rufeng's head and said, "The potato is cut into pieces to avoid waste. You can see how dense the buds are. If you do n’t cut them into pieces, they will be easy to waste. Another one is that it grows in groups, when the sunlight is uneven, it is not as good as cutting into pieces. The vegetables are planted in the evening to reduce water loss. If we plant them at noon, the sun is strong and the water is Once dried, vegetables that have just been planted will be malnourished. "

He racked his brains and said a lot to Gu Rufeng, Liu Min thought, I hope he can understand.

She also knows nothing about planting vegetables.

When she used to work in the hospital, she liked to plant some flowers and plants. Later, colleagues said that if you plant so much grass, you might as well grow vegetables. You can grow green food with confidence.

And those who cut potatoes into pieces and grow vegetables in the evening, she learned from the old colleagues in the hospital.

Thinking of this, Liu Yan naturally felt some emotions. He hadn't eaten all the dishes he had made, and his life was over. In this life, he had to eat everything and say that he had to eat it.

For such a large area of ​​planting potatoes, Liu Yan is really the first time. When I went to work, I always said that I would return to the field, but I did not expect that this wish was really realized.

"Mother, let me teach you a poem. On the afternoon of Hehe, sweat drips into the soil. Who knows that Chinese dishes are hard."

Liu Yanqi wants to vomit blood directly, but this is the poem that the first grade child will learn. Is it that he is so idiot in Gu Rufeng's eyes?

Despite being angry, she had to smile on the surface and ask, "What does this mean?"

Gu Rufeng looked like a teacher, saying: "This poem says that the farmers are working hard in the field, the sun makes them sweat, and the sweat drips on the seedlings. Every grain of rice we eat, It's hard to come by. "

Liu Minming thought about it for a while, as if the teacher was teaching them at the time, it seems that Gu Rufeng was not a teacher, but he really wasted this piece of material.

Pretending to be incomprehensible, Liu Yan said: "These poets also wrote about farmers, I thought that those poets only wrote about the flowers."

"You don't understand. Poets also eat grains and cereals. Many of them live among ordinary people. Of course, they can better understand their lives. Poems about working life account for more than half of all poems. Gu Rufeng said gently.

Looking at this handsome man in front of him, Liu Ye thought that he must have been well educated before, otherwise his temper would not be so good. The main point is that he does not despise the peasants. It would be too bad.

This is also Liu Yan's experience during his lifetime.