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Chapter 293 The Divine Object Appears

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    Early winter.

    It has been snowing in the capital for half a month. The heavy snow has crushed hundreds of houses near the capital, causing Shuntian Prefecture to complain incessantly.

    In addition, there were frequent disasters in Huaibei and Shandong, and a series of memorials were sent to the capital. Emperor Hongzhi was depressed about this for a long time.

    But at this moment, a piece of news from Xishan made Fang Jifan as excited as if he had been given a shot of chicken blood.

    He hurried to Xishan. In a greenhouse in Xishan, he saw Zhang Xin and Zhu Houzhao standing beside the field ridge in the greenhouse.

    As soon as Fang Jifan arrived, Zhu Houzhao's eyes lit up and he said: "I always miss you, Old Fang, it's time for you to come out and get some air."

    Fang Jifan touched his head and said, "Brain disease, brain disease."

    He came here today for a purpose, but he didn't have time to look after Zhu Houzhao, so he immediately turned to Zhang Xin and said, "How?"

    Zhang Xindao: "The potato fields of more than ten acres are all ripe, so we quickly invite thousands of households to come."

    Fang Jifan was so excited that he wanted to cry.

    The three grown men were all filled with emotions.

    Zhang Xin took great pains to take care of these more than ten acres of potatoes. From the beginning of germination, planting, recording their habits, then growing potatoes, and finally selecting excellent varieties, he adjusted the land based on past recorded data and experience.  The fertility, temperature, and even the lighting time can be adjusted before continuing to raise seedlings and plant them.

    The only advantage of the greenhouse here is that there is no concept of spring, summer, autumn and winter here, so as long as you are in the greenhouse, there is no concept of spring plowing and autumn plowing.

    In order to ensure the breeding of potatoes, after the first batch of potatoes were planted, almost every potato that sprouted was carefully selected by Zhang Xin to ensure that it was the best variety.

    Not only that, he also planted several acres of potatoes densely, just to see how high the yield of potatoes per acre could be.

    These potatoes can be said to have consumed all his energy.

    Even though his wife, the daughter of King Zhou, came back from her natal home in Kaifeng, he never really said a few words to her in the past three months.

    His hands were already covered with calluses, and his body was a little rickety due to frequent bending and squatting.

    Fang Jifan still vaguely remembered that Zhang Xin's tender skin and tender flesh back then meant that he was handsome and handsome. But now, he doesn't look like a young man anymore. He looks more like an old farmer in his forties. His face  It was covered with ravines, and the dead skin on the arms was peeled off layer by layer. The new skin was mixed with the old skin, which made it look a bit oozing.

    Zhu Houzhao was also tanned, but leaner, with a short, fluffy beard growing under his chin. He also took care of the potato fields. Usually Mr. Wang had to be on duty at the Hanlin Academy, so he followed Zhang Xin.

    Zhang Xin had nothing to do with Zhu Houzhao, but fortunately Zhu Houzhao was still willing to do the job. He picked manure when he was asked to do it. Zhu Houzhao did so when he was asked to cultivate soil. Little pig scholar, ah, no, little Zhu scholar was in Xishan.  The reputation is still good. People think that this little scholar is honest. Although he likes to brag sometimes, he is very willing to work hard when doing things.

    At this time, Fang Jifan said with a bit of surprise: "Michigan?"

    "Densely planted." Zhang Xin's face glowed: "I dug out a few yesterday. They are quite big. I'm afraid the yield will be high."

    When he mentioned this, Zhang Xin became extremely excited.

    So Fang Jifan couldn't help but squat down and dig a bunch of potatoes on the spot. Sure enough, the potatoes were in bunches like grapes. They were not small in size and were much larger than the ones cultivated last time.

    Fang Jifan was moved: "It's really not easy. These months of hard work are not in vain."

    When Zhang Xin heard this emotion, wasn¡¯t he talking about himself?  In fact he is not a strong person. He cried when he was beaten while urinating. At this moment, the tears came out like broken beads.

    Zhu Houzhao curled his lips and couldn't help but said: "You lie at home pretending to be sick every day, where are the hard work?"

    Zhang Xin immediately said seriously: "You can't say that, Your Highness"

    Zhang Xin knew Zhu Houzhao's identity. He was the son of a British prince. He had met Zhu Houzhao many times in the past. However, Zhu Houzhao hated Zhang Xin and found him boring. However, Zhang Xin was a 'big boy' and despised him.  Just such a naughty naughty kid.

    But now, we have finally found a common hobby.

    "Your Highness, Qianhu's hard work lies in hard work, not labor. He works harder than us."

    Fang Jifan was very pleased that Zhang Xin could say this. Sure enough, there are still people in this world who can understand him, and not all of them are??You should be able to figure it out.

    who cares¡­¡­

    Although Yang Rang cannot do heavy work, he is serious about his work. He directs people to start division of labor and cooperation. With dozens of cooks, in front of thousands of households, who dares to neglect?

    Zhu Houzhao poked his head around and asked: "Can it be eaten like this? Is it delicious? Will it be poisonous? When can it be eaten? I'mhungry"

    Fang Jifan was annoyed. This guy was in the way and really annoying.

    Suppressing the unhappiness in his heart, Fang Jifan took a deep breath and handed seven or eight recipes to Yang Rang. Then he followed Zhu Houzhao's example and poked his head around, shuttling between the large stoves.

    Only Zhang Xin seemed a little excited and his body was trembling slightly.

    He is only responsible for planting, but he doesn¡¯t know whether these things can be eaten. If he can¡¯t eat them, even if he can grow many potatoes, what¡¯s the point?

    Therefore, he has been feeling uneasy and waiting anxiously.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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