After hearing the voices of plants, farming in the countryside exploded

Chapter 12 A young girl poops

Zhang Jianguo also heard the content of Zhang Ruanruan's answer.

He agreed with Zhang Ruanruan's decision.

Young people are stupid, they have to suffer this loss.

Farming is not only about skills, but also about people and sophistication.

I believe they took advantage of Zhang Ruanruan’s sheep dung this time and will take appropriate care of Zhang Ruanruan in the future.

Even if she doesn't take care of her, she won't be a stumbling block.

“Do you know how to compost?”

Zhang Jianguo asked one more question.

"I have read a lot of tutorials on the Internet, and now I have gathered the strengths of hundreds of schools of thought and developed a secret method of my own! I am sure that after using it, the passion fruit will grow very fast." Zhang Ruanruan boasted and it was not a big deal.

After eating, Zhang Ruoruan went back to the room to continue practicing.

Cultivation is accumulated day by day and cannot be stopped for a day.

However, just as Zhang Ruoruan was about to enter meditation, he was interrupted by a notification tone on WeChat.

I picked it up speechlessly and saw that it was Feng Nuannian.

"What are you going to do this afternoon? Go to the fields?"

Zhang Ruoruan typed quickly: "If you don't go to the fields, you will play shit this afternoon."

Feng Nuannian: "Real or fake?"

Zhang Ruoruan: "Pearls are not so real, just playing with sheep dung."

Feng Nuannian: "!!!"

Then he said: "Okay, I'm free in the afternoon, I'll go too, see you at the same place."

Zhang Ruoruan: "...Okay."

She hadn't noticed before that Feng Nuannian actually liked to play this.

……

Zhang Ruoruan practiced until about three o'clock in the afternoon.

The spiritual energy in the body trickles down and accumulates to the length of the forearm.

When the spiritual energy in her body can form a cycle and flow continuously, she will enter the first level of Qi refining.

Taking a deep breath, Zhang Ruoruan stood up from the bed and prepared to go out to the station to meet Feng Nuannian.

The sun was a bit strong now, so Zhang Ruoruan put on sun protection clothing and set off.

After 10 minutes, we picked up Feng Nuannian and went straight to Qingping Village.

When I returned to my hometown, I quietly entered the utility room and took out a hoe, a shovel, and a small bucket truck.

For rural families, it is very reasonable to have complete equipment.

Zhang Ruoruan put the hoe and shovel in the truck body, pushed the truck and went out.

Feng Nuannian followed behind.

Soon, the two came to a bamboo forest filled with sheep dung.

"Why is it a little spooky here?"

Feng Nuannian crossed his arms and felt goosebumps.This is not an illusion, but in the hot summer, the bamboo forest is indeed cooler than outside.

Also, few people come here, so it is not very popular and looks even more desolate.

"You get used to it after you stay for a long time."

Zhang Ruoruan put down the truck calmly and looked at the sheep dung first.

I saw an obvious gap in the hill-like pile of sheep dung.

Those are traces that have been dug up by many people.

Zhang Ruoruan roughly estimated that it was missing about half a ton.

Next to the pile of sheep dung, there were several piles of cow dung, pig dung, etc. that looked like grave mounds.

It seems that those people also knew that they were embarrassed, and when they came to take away the sheep dung, they also took the excrement for exchange.

It seems like a one-for-one exchange, but they actually still make money.

Because the sheep dung they haul away is dried and can be put to use quickly.

And they changed it to Zhang Ruanruan, which was still fresh and wet. Not to mention the weight, Zhang Ruanruan still needed to be dried before it could be composted.

"It stinks. Are we going to turn this over?"

Feng Nuannian held his nose and approached.

Dried sheep dung doesn't stink, but fresh sheep dung is... it's hard to describe.

"Ignore this for now. Come on, go somewhere with me first."

Zhang Ruoruan shook his head and pushed the cart again.She was going to Li Fang's chicken shed.

A chicken shed is an enclosed place where chickens are raised. A shed is built for the chickens to shelter from rain and shade.

Because chickens have been raised all year round, there is no soil on the ground in this area. The thick layer is full of chicken manure.

Some are fresh and some are dried into powder.

Zhang Ruoruan was at the edge of the chicken shed, scooping up the dried chicken manure and loading it into the bucket.

After loading a whole car, He Feng Nuannian left.

Back in the bamboo forest, Zhang Ruanruan did not pour the chicken manure down immediately.

Instead, he chose a place next to the sheep dung and drew a large circle with his feet.

Then he said to Feng Nuannian: "Sweep all the fallen leaves around and pile them in this circle."

Feng Nuannian didn't understand what it meant, but Zhang Ruoruan told her to do it and she did it.

After Feng Nuannian swept the floor obediently, Zhang Ruoruan went to take down a big red plastic bag hanging from the handlebar of the bucket truck.

Throw it directly into the circle.

Then use a hoe to smash the bag, and mix the contents of the bag and the fallen leaves evenly.

Inside the bag, there was peel from Ruanruan’s fruit shop at home, which was so rotten that it fermented to produce an alcoholic smell.

So, for a moment.

"Turn over the sheep manure and pile it on top of the dead leaves."

Zhang Ruoruan directed Feng Nuannian to take the last step of the day.

Like Foolish Old Man moving a mountain, he turned over the sheep dung and piled it on top of the dead leaves and rotten fruits.

Of course, the chicken manure pulled from the chicken shed was not forgotten to be mixed with the sheep manure.

Shovel after shovel, hoe after hoe.

During this period, Feng Nuannian asked Zhang Ruanruan to take some photos of her.

In the picture, she devotes herself to turning over sheep dung, like a skilled manure-turner.

"Who are you pretending to be?"

Zhang Ruoruan said casually.

Feng Nuannian's face flashed with panic for a moment, and then returned to normal: "No... no, I was just filming and playing."

Zhang Ruoruan shook his head and continued working.

Two young girls were in the cool bamboo forest, turning over sheep dung again and again.

There is something strange about the picture, and there is something abstractly beautiful about it.

So, an hour and a half later.

Zhang Ruoruan gestured to Feng Nuannian that it was time to rest.

Not all the sheep manure has been turned over yet, but it is enough.

Let the villagers use the remaining one ton or so as they wish.

Finally, Zhang Ruoruan found a few large pieces of rainproof cloth to cover herself and the sheep dung piled up by Feng Nuannian.

Next, let it ferment slowly on its own, and then turn it over every few days.

Zhang Ruoruan pushed up the truck and headed back home.

Feng Nuannian followed behind, with blistered hands holding a mobile phone to send messages on QQ.

"Just finished working."

Three photos are attached.

It was her "work photo" of turning over sheep manure.

The person whose name was Test Subject No. 1 quickly replied: "Thank you for your hard work. You are so awesome. You can dig through so much sheep dung by yourself."

Feng Nuannian's bright eyes flashed with a hint of cunning, and he typed: "Children from rural areas have long been in charge."

Seeing that Test Subject No. 1 didn't reply immediately, Feng Nuannian typed another line: "You also saw it, I'm just a shit maker, will you still like me?"

Clicking send, Feng Nuannian swallowed nervously.

"Of course I like it. There is no shame in living with your own hands." Experiment No. 1 replied.

Then there is a photo attached too.

A boy with shaggy hair takes a selfie on the assembly line wearing blue overalls.

"It's you, I'm just a screwdriver in a battery factory, will you dislike me?"

Feng Nuannian also typed: "I don't mind it, you said it, there is no shame in living with your own hands!"

At this moment, in a large building hundreds of kilometers away, a sunny boy was holding a mobile phone and suddenly showed a silly smile...

(End of this chapter)