MTL - Farming, Learning Martial Arts, and Peace In the World (Farming And Learning Martial Arts To Bring Peace)-Chapter 14 reserve seed

Temperament comes from confidence.

Chi Qiaosong, who has passed through, has a golden finger of one acre of thin fields, and has advanced to the wrestling level. The temperament of the whole person can be said to have risen significantly, making his already handsome face even more handsome.

"Can't you find someone else to watch?" Chi Qiaosong asked seriously.

The female student's face turned red all of a sudden, and she ran out of the classroom without looking back.

"Ugh."

Ikebashi Song sighed.

It's not that he doesn't understand girls' love, but the other party lacks beauty, and he is only fifteen years old, not the age to consider the love between men and women.

In martial arts practice, Yuanyang's body is very important.

When the body is immature, the Yuan Yang is leaked, and no matter how to make it up in the future, it will not be restored.

For such a few days, he has been looking for the inspiration for "Zixia Qingchen", but unfortunately, he really has no talent in internal strength, and he has never been able to find the Qi sense and Qi Qi.

"I'm afraid it won't work on my own. I hope that one mu of thin fields will be upgraded quickly."

When he returned home on the weekend, the lentils in the thin field of one acre were ripening one after another, and it would take two months for a crop of lentils to be planted.

In the next few mountain fields, the lentils sown by Chi's father and Chi's mother are only sparse bean sprouts, and the germination rate and growth rate are far lower than one mu of thin fields.

"It normally takes six months." Father Chi admired.

It takes about six months for lentil seedlings to germinate to maturity. One mu of thin field is shortened to two months, and the growth rate is three times that of ordinary fields.

Chi Qiaosong said, "Dad, this is our family's secret."

Father Chi glanced at the laurel tree in the middle of the thin field, and nodded solemnly: "I know, I don't even let your little uncle come here casually, let alone outsiders."

Previously, Chiqiao had loosened a pretense.

It is said that the reason why an acre of thin fields is so magical is because he found a spiritual root from the mountain, which is this ordinary-looking laurel tree.

It is the energy of the laurel tree that allows the lentil shoots to mature in two months.

Father Chi was convinced of this.

"When our family gets rich and rich, Dad, you can go for a run and contract directly over a hurdle. At that time, this mountain area will be owned by our family, and outsiders will not be able to enter."

"Contract a hurdle?" Father Chi was surprised, he never thought, "How much does it cost?"

"Are you still afraid that I can't make any money?" Chi Qiaosong said calmly.

Father Chi was immediately pleased: "I'll go back to the town to find out." A ridge is located on the edge of the county, but administratively it is under the jurisdiction of Chengguan Town.

"Then I'll pick some lentils first and let Mom cook a dish to taste."

Chi Qiaosong picked the mature lentils. At noon, Chi Mu cooked three lentil dishes, lentils stir-fried with meat, stir-fried lentils, and lentils stewed with potatoes.

"It's delicious, it's delicious!" Chi Qiaowu, who has never liked vegetables, insisted on sandwiching lentils.

The second aunt also praised: "It's tender, fragrant and crunchy. Are these lentils grown by our family? Why are they so delicious?"

Chi Xiaoya smiled and said, "Xiaoya loves lentils."

Chiqiaosong tasted it himself.

The lentils grown in one acre of thin fields are far superior to ordinary lentils in both taste and appearance. Now there are lentils on the market this season, but compared with their own lentils, they are different.

There is no doubt that this is the effect of an acre of thin fields.

He immediately said, "Mom and dad, how much is a pound of lentils on the street?"

"Sanmao."

"Our lentils sell for three yuan a pound, no problem."

"Three yuan a pound?" Second Aunt stammered, "How can lentils be sold so expensive."

"There are a lot of big families in the county, not to mention the lentils costing three yuan a pound, even 31 pounds of lentils, and they can afford it." Chi Qiaosong sighed.

The gap between the rich and the poor in the Republic of China is unimaginably huge.

A few people have seized 99% of the country's wealth, which is exactly the old saying - the poor die poor, and the rich die rich.

"Try the selling point?" Father Chi hesitated.

Chi Qiaosong just wanted to agree, but he thought of something and shook his head: "Forget it, selling a little or two won't make a difference. I'll do some experiments to see if I can grow it again and sell it when the supply is stable."

One acre of thin fields of lentils can hold more than a thousand jins.

The amount is still too small.

He thought about saving the seeds first, to test whether these lentil seeds would fall back to ordinary lentils after leaving an acre of thin fields. If so, it's better to eat it at home.

It is not easy to spend money to buy such good vegetables. It is a pity to sell them to others.

Although he was only fifteen years old, Chi Qiaosong gradually became the finalist of the Chi family. Chi's father and Chi's mother didn't have any objection, and naturally the second aunt didn't have any objection either.

We don't sell lentils, we don't eat them at home, we keep all the seeds.

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When June was approaching, Marshal Zhu's adjutant came to the lecture hall.

The adjutant is tall and big, wearing a new military uniform, with a long spiked sword hanging from his waist, and a python revolver hanging on his belt - a master of martial arts, easy to handle bullets, and a gun is an honor.

"Comrade Liu Wentao is hereby appointed as the chief lecturer of the Martial Arts Hall in Mokan County, coordinating the affairs of the Martial Arts Hall, teaching the students to practice martial arts and be loyal to Comrade Zhu Guangshan."

The lieutenant read out a letter of appointment.

Chief Luo was promoted to the Municipal National Martial Arts Museum. After a lot of snatch, the seat he left was taken over by Liu Wentao, who had been silent before, which shocked many people.

Crash.

There was a round of applause in the auditorium. The teachers on the stage and the students off the stage all applauded vigorously.

Taking the letter of appointment from the adjutant, Liu Wentao was full of spring breeze and a bright smile: "Thank you for your love and hard work, Adjutant Li for taking a trip in person. My servant Liu Wentao has little talent, but he also needs to be full of energy, prosper the martial arts hall, give back to the director, and be the director. Cultivate martial arts talents!"

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Another round of applause.

Liu Wentao felt that he had reached the pinnacle of his life: "Lieutenant Li is here to witness that I am the chief lecturer, mainly from the following three aspects..."

Leaders' speeches are always lengthy.

Chi Qiaosong and other hundreds of students quickly lost their concentration and whispered one by one.

Li Weiwei said in Chi Qiaosong's ear: "Old Zhou is so angry, the steady chief was robbed by Mr. Liu, hehe, it's really interesting to kill Cheng Yaojin halfway!"

Zhou Xiangxian is Chief Luo's deputy, the oldest in the martial arts hall, and the martial arts realm also has the warrior realm.

During the two weeks that Chief Luo was away, he managed the daily life, and at least half of his buttocks took the position of chief lecturer. In the end, the winner was Liu Wentao.

Liu Wentao is also a warrior, and he is relatively unknown, and no one would have thought that he would rise to the top.

"Who is Chief Liu's backstage?" Chi Qiaosong asked curiously.

"do not know."

Whoever is the chief lecturer has little influence on the students. After all, the students are all following the warrior realm teacher, and they are working hard to practice introductory cross-training kung fu. No one has been able to emerge and attract the attention of the Samurai realm teacher.

But Jiangwutang is a small river and lake.

The next day, rumors spread that Zhou Xiangxian was attacked by Liu Wentao. Zhou Xiangxian had always followed the way of the Municipal Martial Arts Museum, but Liu Wentao had instead leaned on the county governor.

The governor of the county is the number one in the county.

The Lecture Hall of Mokan County is located in this county, and the county governor has the right to interfere with the appointment, which is why Liu Wentao's surprise attack.

"This matter is not over, you believe me, Lao Zhou's temper is not made of dough." Li Weiwei was thinking about watching the excitement, and went to ask Zhou Xiangxian's reaction every day.