"Teacher, you have said that the words we learn evolved based on the image of things themselves, but the word "shan" is not like the back mountain here at all?"

"I'm not afraid, I know that not all the mountains in the world are exactly the same as the back mountain. Some places are extremely high, so high that they are not even on earth. In addition, since they are chosen to write characters, they naturally choose the mountains that those who make characters see."

"Oh, I understand."

"teacher……"

...

These days, this kind of dialogue sounded under the shade of poplar trees in the yard, beside the stones under the night, and under the eaves ticking rain.

In such a conversation, the days passed slowly.

After a long summer rain, it was time for the crops in the fields to be taken care of again.

The sky just cleared today, so the sun was particularly bright. In the bright and dazzling sunshine, Zhang Yang and Zeng Dazhuang stood in the fields and watched the millet seedlings that were originally to their feet and now knee-length and undulating green waves shaking up and down in the slight warm wind blowing from the south, and a joyful feeling emerged in their hearts.

These millet seedlings not only represent the guarantee of food and clothing for next year, but also the result of hard work by the two, especially Zeng Dazhuang.

The two of them walked around the entire field again, and their joy became even greater.

The two pulled out a few sparse weeds and a few poorly grown millet seedlings. Then Zeng Dazhuang told Zhang Yang with satisfaction that this year's work was basically done, and he would just wait for the weather and rain to harvest the millet in autumn.

Zhang Yang recalled the farm books he had read a few years ago and asked in confusion: "Although I don't farm, I also know how the people of us farm. Generally, when the crops grow to this point, shouldn't they be fertilized?"

Unexpectedly, Zeng Dazhuang was even more confused than him. He scratched the thick cocoon in his palm that was itchy because he hadn't worked recently and said in disarray: "What is fertilization?"

Zhang Yang thought about it and explained: "Fertilization is to replenish the nutrients needed for the crops, so that they grow better and produce more food."

Zeng Dazhuang still didn't understand: "Don't the nutrients needed for crops are all in the fields? If the land is good, the grain will produce more, and if the land is poor, the production will be less. Our land is good, so we have always produced more grain than other people's homes."

Zhang Yang shook his head, looked around, pointed to a simple house made of thatched grass at the end of the road and asked, "Uncle Dazhuang, I ask you, what is that?"

Zeng Dazhuang narrowed his eyes and looked at the outskirts and said directly: "That's a cottage for shit and peeing."

Zhang Yang was speechless by Zeng Dazhuang, raised his eyebrows and asked again: "Uncle Dazhuang, have you noticed that the weeds around the thatched cottages grow taller than the weeds elsewhere?"

Zeng Dazhuang thought for a while and said uncertainly: "It seems to be."

Zhang Yang asked again: "Is that that cottage built on good ground?"

Zeng Dazhuang shook his head.

Zhang Yang smiled and continued, "So the weeds near the thatch grow more vigorously than the thatch in other places, not because it grows on a good piece of land, but because the things in the thatch or the things in the thatch provide it with these nutrients, so it is much taller than that in other places."

Zeng Dazhuang suddenly realized that his eyes were turned left and right under his thick and thick eyebrows, and said, "Are you saying that the manure water in the thatched cottage makes these thatch grow taller? That is, the manure water can replenish the thatched fertilization, so using manure water on the crops should also make the crops grow better."

Zhang Yang smiled and nodded, and said slowly: "So we can try to use feces to fill these millet seedlings. Uncle Dazhuang, don't you want to produce more millet this year?"

Zeng Dazhuang touched his short and hard beard, thought for a moment, "Then try it."

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In the yard, He Xiaolian was taking out the short jacket of Zeng Dazhuang from the basin and twisting it to put it on the wooden pole. Zhang Yang and Zeng Dazhuang walked in from outside the yard.

He Xiaolian turned her head and looked at it, and asked, "Are you done your job?"

"Yes." Zeng Dazhuang responded casually, picked up an old wooden barrel under the eaves, turned into the kitchen next to him, and touched an old water scoop. Then he walked out of the yard with Zhang Yang.

"What are you doing?" He Xiaolian behind him shouted loudly when she saw this.

"What are you not doing, don't worry." Zeng Dazhuang responded, and the two walked away.

The rest of He Xiaolian was nagging to himself angrily: "It's true, ask what's wrong? There are not many things in the house, so I don't know why I used them to harm you."

The breeze blew in outside the shaking gate of the courtyard, blew up a few strands of He Xiaolian's hair on his temples, like a furious lion.

...

After leaving the village entrance, I couldn't walk far along the main road, and I saw the thatched house built on the side of the road.

Because the villagers think it is too stinky to relieve their hands in front of the door and behind their own doors, most of them are in this thatched cottage when they need it.

At this time, Zeng Dazhuang was covering his nose with his hands and scooping manure from the cesspool at his feet into the old bucket.

Zhang Yang watched Zeng Dazhuang pouring yellow viscous liquid into the bucket, smelling the pungent smell of coming into the palm of his hand, thinking no wonder the farm books say that using manure water to irrigate the fields was only a late in human cultivation history. Most people really cannot associate the smelly feces with the crops that need to be eaten in the fields.

Zeng Dazhuang filled the manure in the bucket as fast as possible, and then rushed out impatiently.

The two of them returned to the fields with feces. Zeng Dazhuang looked at the green millet seedlings that were growing well, and glanced at the sticky brown-yellow feces in the bucket. The sound of the urn came from under the palm of his hand: "Is this really useful?"

Zhang Yang had already untied his short jacket and folded it into a long strip to tie it under his nose. He heard this and said confidently: "It is useful to keep it!"

Zeng Dazhuang followed suit and took off his short jacket and tied it under his nose. He heard Zhang Yang so confident, and thought that Zhang Yang came from a big place, so he probably wouldn't make a mistake, so he tied the knot behind his head and lifted the wooden barrel and said, "Then try it!"

The two clearly divided the work. Zeng Dazhuang carried the bucket and Zhang Yang poured it into the ground with a scoop.

But neither of them knew what kind of temporary future they had poured out of the manure water they used to scoop out of old buckets and scoops on this sunny morning.

Just now, Zeng Erxiong had inspected his field and was about to go home. He walked on the road and saw Zhang Yang and Zeng Dazhuang pouring something into the field from the opposite side of Zeng Dazhuang.

It started the heavy rain a few days ago until yesterday, and it was not necessary to water it now. Zhang Yang and Zeng Dazhuang's performance is really the same as watering, so what exactly did they water?

Zeng Dazhuang was puzzled, so he walked up curiously to find out what was going on.
Chapter completed!