Carry a fountain with you

Chapter 179 September
The weather was fine again today. Liu Junhao had nothing to do in the morning, so he took a sickle and went upstairs to beat the bundle of sesame seeds.

The sesame seeds have been drying upstairs since they were picked, and now they are browned, and all the sesame seeds are cracked.With a slight touch of the hand, there was a clattering sound.

Fortunately, the floor tiles are laid upstairs, and Liu Junhao is not afraid of them being scattered.Grab the sesame stick head down and hit it casually a few times, and the snow-white and plump sesame seeds fall to the ground like light rain.

He originally thought that it would take several times to clean it, but he didn't expect that the sesame seeds he grew at home would save trouble and he could do it once.

After a while, Liu Junhao beat Zhima to the ground, and the sesame stick in his hand became much lighter.The sesame seeds grow very well, almost no yellow tip, only a few burnt sesame leaves, picked up casually, clean.

This is the first sesame seed produced in his yard. Liu Junhao took a small handful and observed it in his hand. The grains are full, with a faint oily sheen. It is high-quality at first glance.

The color is good, but how does it taste?He was about to squeeze a handful into his mouth to taste it, when he suddenly remembered the bet he had made with Professor Zhao, and hurriedly stood upstairs and called for someone to come over.

"You boy, I thought there was something wrong with calling me here in a hurry. It turns out that it is called sesame. I still say the same thing, the yield of this sesame is less than half a catty." Professor Zhao said with certainty.

"Okay, if it's more than a catty, you can pour me some of the best Maojian," Liu Junhao joked with a smile.

"Are you still thinking about my top grade Maojian? Good!"

After weighing, Professor Zhao was really surprised. He originally thought that half a catty was an overestimate, but he didn't expect that these few sesame seeds would actually yield more than a catty of sesame seeds.

Although he doesn't specialize in the study of grain and oil crops, he also has a rough estimate of the output of sesame.Don't read newspapers and TV bragging all day long that certain sesame seeds have adopted high-tech genetically modified technology, and the yield per mu has reached [-] catties, etc.In fact, anyone who knows a little bit about farming knows that it is nonsense, and the mouth is full of dung.

Although the price of sesame is high, the output is very low, and it is very delicate and easy to be drowned by rain. If there is a little heavy rain, it will be drained into the ground.

In rural areas, the average yield of sesame is one to two hundred catties per mu.No matter how good it is, it is only more than 200 catties. It is rare to hear of anyone who grows sesame seeds with a yield of more than [-] catties per mu.

According to Liu Junhao's previous sesame planting density, the yield per mu of ground must be more than [-] catties.

"Don't eat up all the sesame seeds, and sow them as seeds in the yard next spring," Professor Zhao hurriedly explained when he thought of this.He is going to do a research. If the yield of sesame is really so high, it is definitely worth promoting.

"Yeah..." Liu Junhao also had the same meaning. Next year, he has time to open up a field in the backyard and sprinkle sesame seeds, so as to provide more nectar for the bees.

The two sat in the courtyard and chatted for a while, and Zhang Qian came over with a stack of homework.Professor Zhao didn't want to disturb them, so he found a reason to go back.

"Didn't I tell you to take off the thick clothes and wash them yesterday? Why are you still wearing them?" Zhang Qian saw that Professor Zhao was gone, and opened her mouth to chatter.Yesterday afternoon, he specifically told Liu Junhao to take off all the dirty clothes and wait for her to come and wash them.Who knew that he had repeatedly explained it several times, but he turned a deaf ear to it.

"The clothes aren't dirty, I've only been wearing them for five days?" Liu Junhao said and turned up his collar for her to check.Speaking of which, when he didn't have a girlfriend before, he didn't wear a piece of clothing for a week, but now he is forced by Zhang Qian to change clothes every three days.

"Who says it's not dirty, this collar is full of brain grease, hurry back to the room and change it" Zhang Qian pushed him into the room after finishing speaking.

Well, let's change it. Liu Junhao went back to the house and changed his clothes quite depressed. Now he really feels a bit born in the blessings and doesn't know the blessings.

With a washing machine, washing clothes will naturally save a lot of trouble.After a while, the clothes were all hanging on the rope.

Zhang Qian originally wanted to sit in the house and change her homework, but seeing the warm sun outside, she simply changed her office to the yard.The warm sun shines on the body, which is very comfortable.

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"Uncle Xiaohao..." The hairy boy ran into the yard with a small basket in his hands, and when he saw that Zhang Qian was there, he froze immediately, "Teacher Zhang is also here."

"Liu Changlin is here, what's the matter?"

"It's okay, isn't it Sunday, I'm here to go shopping."

Looking at the expression on the bear boy, Liu Junhao knew that he was definitely not telling the truth, so he walked up to the little basket and said, "Let me see what's inside?"

This basket is called a straw basket in the countryside, and it is woven with wheat straw, and the bottom is made of sorghum stalks.Although the material is very ordinary, it is more durable than bamboo baskets.It's just that the straw baskets are a bit laborious to make, and need to be pierced one by one.

"It's nothing good. It's just some wild chrysanthemums. I just picked them on the hillside." The boy said and took a step back.

Originally, he was just suspicious, but now Liu Junhao is even more sure that this guy has something in his heart.He took the small basket and stretched out his hand to feel it, and sure enough, he found a dozen green persimmons from under the chrysanthemum.

"Stolen Liu Wuye's house, right?" Liu Junhao recognized the persimmon's type when he saw it.

"No, pick our own." The hairy boy shook his head like a rattle.

"You still want to lie to me, the persimmon tree in your house is a sheep's tip persimmon, which is a plaster persimmon." Most of the persimmons planted in Liujiagou are sheep's tip persimmons, only two persimmons are planted behind Liu Wuye's courtyard The tree is different, the persimmons produced are flat, with thick persimmon flowers on the back, which suddenly looks like a plaster.

Ordinary persimmons are picked before they are ripe and must be soaked in concentrated salt water for a few days to remove the astringency.But this kind of plaster persimmon is different. After picking it, you just need to bury it in any place. After a few days of digging out, it will be crispy and fragrant, and it is several times more delicious than the sheep's tip persimmon.

When Liu Junhao was a child, he often picked it after going to Liu Wuye's courtyard with his friends. Now that he sees it, he can't help but salivate.

I remember one time he stole a persimmon and didn't dare to put it at home, so he secretly buried it on the beach. Who knew that when he dug it a few days later, he found an old turtle the size of a teacup crouching in the sand and gnawing fiercely. Woolen cloth.

At that time, Liu Junhao was very excited. He didn't expect to be able to catch the old turtle with persimmons.He stepped forward and stomped his feet, and after the thing hid its head in the turtle shell, he took off his clothes, wrapped them up and carried them home.

Old Liu Tou was also very happy that night, and specially boiled a bowl of bastard soup to drink.

"It's really from my family, forget it if you don't believe it." In front of the teacher, the child would not admit it even if he was beaten to death.

"Yes, yes, it belongs to your family." Liu Junhao didn't want to be serious with him. After all, stealing a few persimmons is not a big deal, and he did it when he was a child.

"Then how did you get the persimmons here?" Zhang Qian raised her head and asked at this moment.

"This is... Our persimmons are almost ripe, I want to pick some for the teacher." The hairy boy is quick-witted, and he speaks nonsense.

"Really?" Zhang Qian looked at him with a half-smile.She knows herself too well as a student. Although her brain is good, she refuses to use it in the right place.Stealing, raping, and slipping can definitely find him every time, but it is difficult to find other good things with a lantern.As for him giving things to the teacher, Zhang Qian didn't even dare to think about it, she just hoped that she would make less trouble for herself.

"Yes, yes, Uncle Xiaohao, just put the persimmons in your noodle jar and cover them for two days." The hairy boy said very simply and handed the small basket to Liu Junhao.

His persimmons were originally sent here, but the motive was not so pure, but because he was afraid of being discovered by his parents when he hid them at home.

This kid is smart now, and he hides everything he gets at Liu Junhao's house, so it's safe.

The teacher was here, and the hairy boy naturally didn't dare to stay longer, so he got up and left after staying for a while.On the contrary, Zhang Qian was thinking about the wild chrysanthemums in his small basket, and asked Liu Junhao to accompany her to pick wild chrysanthemums on the hillside in the afternoon. She was still thinking about making chrysanthemum pillows for her parents.

Anyway, it was fine in the afternoon, so the two of them took Chitu to the hillside for a stroll.

In September, the chrysanthemums are blooming, and just a few days into September, the wild chrysanthemums on the hillside are blooming all over the mountains and fields, all golden.Wild chrysanthemums have a long flowering period and can bloom from September to the end of October, basically lasting for almost two months.

Now it is just right to go up the mountain to pick wild chrysanthemums. This is the first stubble and there are very few insects.

Now that we're here, the two of us plan to pick more. Anyway, we can make tea if we can't run out of chrysanthemum pillows.It's just that autumn is full of anger, so it's better to let Zhang Qian's parents drink more chrysanthemum tea.

I didn't expect that there were so many things to do today, and I couldn't do it if I wanted to be quiet for a while. Just after picking half of the cloth bags, Zhang Qian's cell phone rang.

It was Professor Zhao who called, saying that Zhao Guangming had sent her a remittance slip and told her to go back quickly.

Helpless, the two had no choice but to tie up the cloth bag, then threw it on Chitu and led it back.

"Is my remittance the payment for the article a few days ago?" Zhang Qian was a little confused, all she could think of was this.

"We'll find out if we wait and see, anyway, remittance is a good thing."

"Mr. Zhang, congratulations." As soon as he walked to the door, Zhao Guangming greeted him with a smile, and then took out the remittance slip for her to sign.

"Writing articles for newspapers is too much money. Just sit in front of the computer for an hour, and 200 yuan will come. If you write seven or eight articles a day in front of the computer, it will be 2000 yuan." Waiting for Zhao Guangming After leaving, Liu Junhao looked at the remittance slip in his hand over and over again, a little surprised.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Qian's article "When a Fox Meets Love" was actually published in a newspaper. He originally thought that paying 35 yuan for the manuscript would be a good deal, but who knew that the newspaper office sent [-] yuan all at once.

"What nonsense are you talking about? You think writing an article is going to the supermarket to buy things. You can buy things whenever you want. Without inspiration and materials, you can't write it even if you sit in front of the computer for a week."

To be honest, seeing what she wrote turned into typeface, Zhang Qian was also a little proud.The editor asked for a manuscript two days ago, saying that if there are articles in this area in the future, he can contact the site at any time.

(End of this chapter)