Pastoral lucky girl's counterattack

Chapter 950
Huzi calmly came across from Mr. Fang's young couple, and put his hand on the pulse pillow.Mr. Fang put his fingers on his pulse.

"A little angry. There is nothing serious about it. You should be able to see it yourself in such a small situation."

Grandpa didn't fail to see the reason, and Huzi was a little disappointed.

"Then let me take a look at your veins." Mr. Fang took Hu Zi's hand again and pressed it on the big acupoint on his wrist, tried it out, then gradually moved his hand up, along the acupoint to the carotid artery .When he put down his hand, his face was heavy.

Mr. Fang looked at him with infinite regret. "Are you bothered by something?"

Huzi looked at Mr. Fang with some fear and asked, "Grandpa, can my disease be cured? Will I die?"

Mr. Fang shook his head, "There is no cure for your disease."

"How did this happen? Don't you claim to be a miracle doctor? Can't you even cure him?" Old Master Xue who came in from the door asked scoldingly.

Old Man Fang still shook his head, and said earnestly, "His problem cannot be cured by taking medicine, the key lies in himself."

Huzi felt his lips tremble a little. "Grandpa, am I hopeless?"

Mr. Fang shook his head again.He was about to speak, but was robbed by Mr. Xue. "Don't be afraid, Hu Zi, he can't be cured, isn't there your elder brother? His medical skills must be better than him."

Mr. Fang glared at Mr. Xue fiercely and said, "If you don't know, don't talk nonsense here. What I want to say is that you have to rely on him to take care of himself. The reason why he has those situations is because he is trapped in his heart. Planted a demon.

Therefore, when he is exercising, adjusting breath or practicing, the inner demon will disturb his mind, causing his spiritual power to scurry in his veins. "

Mr. Xue still didn't quite believe it, he looked at Huzi and asked, "Is that so?"

Tiger shook his head. "I have no idea."

Seeing Huzi's bitter and bitter look, Mr. Xue also frowned, "So, you really have a demon in your heart, so how can you cure your demon?"

Mr. Fang said angrily, "How to cure it? How to cure the demon? The demon is not a disease at all, but a kind of heart disease. Since it hinders the cultivation of gong, then you should not practice gong for a while, and don't practice any more. When Laifu comes back, let her show you."

July in Kunfu.The hottest, in the clear blue sky, white clouds float slowly like stretched wool.

Without the cover of clouds, the sun radiates its heat wantonly.

In the Zhuangzi where Qiu Laifu experimented.The rice is ripe.The golden rice fields and the strings of full and substantial ears of rice carry the sustenance and dreams of the farmers.

Under the careful care of Zhuang Ding, the early rice matured, and Qiu Laifu's experiment was half successful.

Many people from nearby Zhuangzi came to visit and learn from it.At the same time, many people regretted that they did not listen to Qiu Laifu's advice.

At the beginning, Qiu Laifu also sent his subordinates to persuade them to plant some early rice.But no one wants to believe it.Moreover, those people also disagreed with Qiu Laifu's planting method.

When Qiu Laifu's seedlings were planted in the fields, they used wide and narrow rows.

Many people think that the wide row is too wasteful.Moreover, the seedlings in Qiu Laifu's Zhuangzi are very sparse.It's also something that the farmers don't agree with.Everyone thinks that field cuttings are so rare that it is a waste of land.

Now those people look at the neat ears of rice in the field, not only the ears are long, but also the grains are full.Anyone with a discerning eye can see that the rice in this field is much more productive than the rice they usually grow.

Because the second season will be planted immediately, Qiu Laifu hired many people to go to the fields to harvest rice.

The rice fields near Zhuangzi are still green, and the work in the fields is free except for pulling weeds.

Many farmers came to the village and saw the abundant harvest, couldn't help itching their hands, and signed up to participate in the harvest.

When there are enough short-term workers.Others said that they wanted to experience the feeling of harvesting this kind of rice without wages.

Although the sun overhead was swaying heat energy violently, the harvesters in the rice fields were still beaming, and no one complained about the heat.

These people feel only a kind of satisfaction.Many people have spent their entire lives on the crops, and have never had such a bountiful harvest of rice.

Seeing such a bountiful harvest of rice, imagining that I can plant this kind of rice next year and get such a bountiful harvest, I feel very satisfied when I think about it.Work more vigorously.

There was an old man holding a handful of rice stalks in his hand.I am amazed. "I've been planting rice all my life, but I've never harvested this kind of rice ear. This ear is really long, longer than a clip of mine. Is it a foot long?
Also, the rice grains are so plump and bulging, as if the rice husks are going to burst. "

A middle-aged man beside him also looked at the rice and said, "Yes! Uncle Zhang, you are an old farmer. You have never seen it, let alone us. The rice harvested is at least eight or nine per mu. Stone bar.

Think about it, when we harvest rice every year, there is a maximum of four shi per mu of land. No one has ever exceeded five shi, right? "

The old man Zhang sighed again and said, "We are really stupid, when the owner of this family sent someone to tell us to let us grow the early rice, we thought they didn't understand crops and were messing around.

And it turns out, lo and behold!The crops were harvested by others.We really can't catch up! "

The middle-aged man smiled innocently, "We missed this opportunity this year, we will follow suit next year, and next year we will also harvest such a bumper harvest of rice!" The middle-aged man put down the straw, bent down again, and harvested quickly stand up.

Old man Zhang was a little worried again, and said uncertainly, "You said the grains are so full, could it be that the grains are different?"

As expected of an old farmer, one sentence tells the truth.The seeds of the millet in Qiu Laifu's field are really different from theirs.

The middle-aged man cut off a few handfuls, then got up and looked at the full grains of rice, and an idea immediately popped up in his heart.

"Uncle Zhang, you are the most prestigious person here, why don't you go and discuss with this owner, we don't need wages, so let him give us a bag of millet, we take it back to make next year's seeds, you see Ok?"

Old man Zhang thought for a while, "This idea is good! If we can really get such seeds, we will not lose money, but I wonder if the owner is willing to release such seeds?"

"Should be willing, right? Didn't you persuade us to follow him to plant early rice? If we had agreed, maybe we could get such seeds."

Old man Zhang nodded, "Yes, this owner is a good man. It's all because we are too old-fashioned. We really missed the opportunity." After finishing speaking, old man Zhang bent down and began to cut the rice.



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