The real daughter, she is a Buddhist boss

Chapter 266 Radish
"Have you fertilized it?"

Farming is also a complicated subject. Weng Kangshi doesn't think that his talent in music can be perfectly applied to the land, does he?

If he really has this kind of talent, why can't he even grow a piece of radish.

"Yes." He pointed the camera at the bag of fertilizer on the ground, and reached out to show them. "This is the potash fertilizer I bought from the town. The boss told me to use this to grow radishes."

- This is strange.

When did carrots become so difficult to grow?

According to Jiang Teng's words, this thing will grow up in two weeks if you step on it in the mud; when the weather is good, it doesn't even need manual care.

Hua Wei folded his arms and looked at it carefully, and suddenly said: "Old Weng, is it convenient for me to go over and let me have a look at your radish?"

From the two glances that the camera glanced at just now, she seemed to find that the "radish" Weng Kangshi mentioned seemed a little different from what she remembered. Combined with what he said about the difficulty of planting, she felt that this piece of thing was more like——

Wild ginseng.

The red flower tops appear in the camera, the emerald green leaves stretch out, and the shiny water drops fall from the leaves and drip into the wet ground.

Vibrant and full of life.

It really is.

As the guess came true, Hua Wei pressed the center of his eyebrows helplessly, thinking that it was lucky that this thing was not raised to death by Weng Kangshi.

She thought about her words, and for the first time in her life, she felt that her head was a little big. "When you dug this 'radish', how big was it? How long have you been planting it artificially?"

Although she felt that her question was a bit strange, Weng Kangshi still thought about it carefully. According to the vague impression in his memory, he turned his palm in the void, and said with some hesitation: "It's about half a catty."

——This weight is close to a hundred years old.

"I went all over the mountain to dig up just a few. It turns out that radishes are so difficult to survive in the mountains. I thought it would be much better if I planted them carefully, but I didn't expect the effect to be the same as before."

"The planting years of these plants are different. They are two years and nine months, two years and five months, two years, and one year and five months. The remaining smaller ones are only about half a year."

It seems that it was indeed planted with care, and even the year is clearly remembered.

Hua Wei moved his lips, just about to speak; Meng Yu, who was leaning on the edge of the table and looking at the comparison picture in his mobile phone for a long time, trembled his hands, and said softly: "Old Weng... this is ginseng! How can a radish bloom red flowers!"

If you have never eaten pork, you should have seen pigs running!

Does Mr. Weng think he has never seen a radish in most of his life?
"It's actually ginseng?" Weng Kangshi squatted on the ground and touched the leaves, a little confused, and muttered to himself, "I thought it was because of wild radishes, so it didn't look quite like the ones on the market. Same."

While talking, he poured some water on it again, and said: "If I knew it earlier, I would bring back the small ones that were dug up and raise them. Maybe they can still live."

Hearing this, Meng Yu felt her heart ache even more.

That was a lot of money, although it was not her that lost; but she really felt that it was a waste of money for these 'radishes' to fall into the hands of Mr. Weng.

And Hua Wei has already secretly activated the communication function of the white square, and connected to Suhe in the 18th district via video, and now she is secretly looking at the small piece of wild ginseng in the video.

In a few moments, Hua Wei, who was wearing a mini-communicator in his ear, felt his brain hurt when he heard the sound like a frying pan.

(End of this chapter)