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Chapter 675 When the mascot meets the farm

A group of people left the platycodon field under the inexplicable eyes of those who delivered the medicine, and they looked at the bald Chinese toon trees on the roadside. With the irrigation of the lake water, these Chinese toon trees grow particularly vigorously.

For the convenience of picking toon buds, Yu Fei led a group of workers to press the branches of these toon trees, so these toon trees look very strange, they all have thick trunks, but the branches around them are facing all around grown.

Some workers let go of their inspiration and made a good tree into a chair shape. If it weren't for the brittle branches of the toon tree, Yu Fei believed that those people would probably come up with various tricks.

Just like the twigs by the river in the past, some people wove them into a basket before they were cut, and even had the shape of a dung skip.

"Is this the legendary Gongchun?" Elder Qian asked curiously as he tore off a branch.

"This is not a Gongchun variety." Yu Fei said: "Gongchun has a special planting base, and it is really difficult for ordinary people to get it out, but this is a similar variety to Gongchun, and the taste is similar to Gongchun."

The old monster who was following everyone smiled silently. He knew this best. In his capacity, eating tribute toon was a very common thing, and he was also the head of the farm. One of the first batch of experiencers.

So he agrees with Fei's modest statement that good things should be hidden, otherwise it is not a good thing to be remembered by others.

Mr. Qian nodded after hearing Yu Fei's explanation, but then said: "I will come again around the Grain Rain next year. You must know that I haven't eaten authentic Chinese toon for a long time, especially the fresh one. Yes, pickled pickles don’t count.”

"Hey~ There's something I don't understand." This is an old man surnamed Wang who Yu Fei doesn't know well. As long as the Chinese toon on your side is pickled into pickles, the net worth will drop sharply, why is that?"

Before Yu Fei had time to answer, Mr. Qian said for him: "At first glance, you are not the one who scratches your mouth. You don't know that Chinese toon is for the delicious taste, and fresh Chinese toon is not only delicious, but also has good food therapy. It has a good effect, especially for elderly people like us, it has a very good effect when eaten."

"And those Chinese toon that have been salted only retain part of the taste of Chinese toon, as for the other connotations are destroyed, so its value will of course drop."

Yu Fei nodded. From these words, it can be seen that Mr. Qian really has enough understanding of Toon, and it is very likely that like him, he also likes to be busy in the kitchen. scratching.

"Hey~ you planted so many toon, can you eat it all?" Qian Lao suddenly turned to Yu Fei and asked.

"I can't finish eating." Yu Fei said: "But there are still two hotels waiting for the rice to be cooked, so these...well, if you have something to do next year and can't come, you can give me the address and I will mail it to you In the past, after two or three days of effort, it’s still not so bad that you can’t eat it.”

Mr. Qian had a gratified expression that a child could teach, and the old man immediately started booing, saying that Yu Fei can't treat one more favorably than another, and that a person needs a bowl of water. After Yu Fei guarantees that everyone has a share, this gang of real uncles stop.

They may not necessarily be very interested in Chinese toon, but what they care about is the attitude of being valued by others. How do you say that? .

A group of people finally came to the chicken butt... oh no, it's the shed, they seem to be very interested in the things inside, this one went to pick a cucumber, and the other stepped forward to twist a tomato.

When Yu Fei said that the vegetables here don't use a grain of chemical fertilizer or spray a drop of pesticide, they immediately put the food in their hands to their mouths, and kept talking about the freshness, which is even more delicious than the seasonal vegetables.

The temperature in the greenhouse is higher than the outside world, so it’s not a problem even if you eat cold vegetables, just like Mr. Zhou, his face seems to be more rosy now, so he just took off his coat Come down, shuttling among various vegetables, you can still hear the sound of clicking from time to time.

This group of real uncles learned immediately, took off their clothes and searched in twos and threes. As long as they saw the right vegetable, they would eat it. This made Yu Fei worried about their appetite. You know It's winter outside now.

Mr. Qian saw his worry, and comforted him: "It's okay, these guys have their own sense of propriety, they know what they should pay attention to, otherwise they wouldn't live so long, they are all impatient at home as mascots. Now, it seems a little crazy to you, so don't pay too much attention to it."

Yu Fei smiled wryly and said: "I don't care about this, I'm afraid their appetite can't stand it, it's so cold in winter!"

"Actually, you missed a word just now." The old monster said with great experience: "You just need to tell these people that you often use organic fertilizers in the greenhouse, and even if you have the conditions, you can take out a few The toilet paper is stepped on the ground a few times and thrown under the vegetable seedlings."

Yu Fei and Qian Lao turned their eyes to him at the same time, and the latter shrugged, which means I just came up with an idea...

……

In the end, Yu Fei didn't say such words to these real uncles, especially when he saw that almost everyone had some vegetables, and even a few of them kept chewing in their mouths.

If he really said that, there is a good chance that someone will be sent to the hospital because of excessive vomiting.

After the gang of real uncles ruined a lot of vegetables, they went straight into the fruit shed. The food inside seemed to be more delicious, so they were like bears picking sticks... Oh, this metaphor is really impolite, but After Yu Fei saw the vegetables thrown all over the ground, he couldn't help thinking like this in his mind.

Big watermelons, small watermelons, melons, squash melons, etc., have not escaped the clutches of these people. As long as they think they are ripe and edible, they will be dragged back. Fortunately, the most important thing in this greenhouse is knives. Otherwise, these old men may stage a head-popping watermelon.

As for whose head to use, Yu Fei's young, powerful, round head is perfect.

After the destruction of the melon and fruit greenhouse, this group of people was full of expectations for the ten-acre grape greenhouse. Sure enough, those grapes could not escape the claws, because they had been supplied to two hotels, so there were many bamboo baskets in it.

Then...then these gentlemen each carried a bamboo basket and scattered in the large shed, and there were exclamations of exclamation from time to time.

"Old Wang, what do you think of my bunch of grapes? All of them are longer than my fingers."

"Your fingers have long been worn away by women. How can they compare with these grapes? My bunch is really beautiful, and they are all as bright red as the top of the mountain."

"You can only scratch at the girls. No wonder your surname is Wang. Don't you have your exclusive title on the Internet? Next door Old Wang! I think you are the next door old bastard."

"... surnamed Zhou, what does my surname Wang hinder you? If you make arrangements again, be careful and I will be your neighbor."

"Then you'll really be the bastard next door. Come on, who's afraid of whom? When you move to my next door, I'll bleed you every day to make bastard's blood soup."

"Old Wang." Someone shouted from a distance: "If old man Zhou really drained your blood, then you can come to me. I have the best wild ginseng, which nourishes Qi and blood, and I will transfer it to you at a low price. .”

"Old Li, you are really good at shooting, and you still have a beard, why don't you say give him some ginseng skin?"

This is another voice from far away. It is estimated that this person has wandered far away. I don't know how can he still have such good hearing and temperament at such an age?Maybe it was supplemented by eating ginseng.

Qian Sen has been by Yu Fei's side all the time, not because he is more reserved, but because it is very comfortable to find someone to carry the basket for him.

Seeing Yu Fei looking over, he seemed to feel very embarrassed for these elders, and said with a smile: "They are too ruthless at home, so it's like this when they come out. The communication between us has always been like this, You have to get used to it."

Yu Fei had a smile on his face, and he didn’t dare to MMP in his heart. He still had to be polite to the elderly, just like the folk customs in the early Tang Dynasty. As long as you are over 80 years old, even if you are a woman on the street, it doesn’t count Crime, and no one says they will kill you.

Of course, Yu Fei didn't dare to have the idea of ​​beating these old men to death, although their way of picking grapes was like a child's tugging, just be patient and treat it as respect for the elderly.

Not to mention, the methods of these old men are not very good, but the vision of picking grapes is very first-rate. I don't know if it is because of the negligence of the workers that many ripe grapes are left behind, and they are also very big.

Yu Fei didn't understand this matter until later. Those workers were influenced by old man Zhang's thoughts when they were picking grapes. The best ones should not flow out, even if they are sold for money. Save it for yourself.

Then...then it was cheap, this group of real uncles, each of them left the farm with a big bag of grapes, melons and fruits, and no one said that they had to pay for it, but gave it to Yu Fei when he was about to leave. a business card.

They didn't say that they invited Yu Fei to play at their own home, but they said that they would come to the farm for a couple of times in the future when they had free time.

With an enthusiastic smile on Yu Fei's face, he sent the group of real uncles out of the courtyard, feeling fortunate in his heart that they were only interested in the greenhouse, and they only wandered around the ranch, and did not enter the warehouse after that.

Fortunately, Carpenter Yang and his son didn't make any noise at this time, otherwise these old thieves... oh no, the old man would definitely throw away the current stick in his hand again and replace it with a better stick.

(End of this chapter)