The Prodigal Son's Happy Life - Chapter 328

[Chapter 328 Gradually withering]

. These words are extremely free and easy.

After hearing this, the guys in the fireworks shop standing behind him all looked at their shopkeeper with admiration.

However, only he knew how much courage he mustered just now to stand where he was and refrain from running away.

After Liu Biao heard this, he wanted to say something appreciative.

However, after searching for a lot of ink, I couldn’t think of a few words, so I gave up.

The shopkeeper of the fireworks shop smiled, and then, as if he remembered something, his expression suddenly became serious, and he said, “By the way, does Manager Liu know who is behind these people?”

Manager Liu heard this. , his expression also became a little serious.

A small gangster, no matter how courageous he is, cannot offend a noble family.

All we can say is that there must be someone behind them.

Liu Biao thought for a while, shook his head helplessly, and said: “I have just arrived in the capital during this time, and I am not familiar with the capital.

I only know that these people are called Black Tigers. Who is behind them?” I’m going to ask the young master.”

When the manager of the Fireworks Square heard this, he was a little disappointed, but he still nodded and said, “The Capital Theater still needs Manager Liu to be in charge. Let me report this matter to the young master.”

After he finished speaking, he looked at the waiter behind him and ordered: “I have to go back to Fang Mansion. During this period, you should take good care of the shop and don’t let any more accidents happen. Do you understand?”

“I understand!”

Fireworks When the shopkeeper heard this, he nodded, looked at Manager Liu in front of him, cupped his hands, and said, “Manager Liu, farewell!”

Fang Mansion, a side courtyard somewhere.

At this moment, there are overgrown weeds.

This courtyard was originally reserved for the second young master of the mansion.

It’s a pity that Fang Xiu, that cheap dad, gave up after years of hard work with no results.

The yard then fell into disuse.

Only during the holidays, the maids and servants in the house would come over to clean the house. On weekdays, no one asked about it.

However, in Qian Zheng’s eyes.

Even in such an abandoned yard, it still shines with dazzling light.

He stood in the middle of the weeds and sighed for a long time before suppressing the excitement in his heart.

He never thought that one day he would have his own yard. Although it was abandoned, it was not something he could imagine.

Of course, while he was excited, he was very clear in his heart.

The young master allowed him to live in this courtyard just to better take care of the thousand-year-old ginseng, which should now be called sweet potato.

If he hadn’t taken good care of the sweet potatoes, he might still be able to stay in Fang Mansion, but in this yard, it was impossible.

Thinking of this, he couldn’t wait to start construction.

The first step is to clear away these weeds.

Clearing weeds is easier said than done, but not as easy as imagined.

Because this land is used to cultivate sweet potatoes.

Therefore, weeding must not be done half-heartedly, otherwise, when a gust of wind passes by, weeds will grow again and compete for nutrients for the growth of sweet potatoes.

This is the most basic common sense for people who grow crops.

Therefore, Qian Zheng took a very serious attitude towards these weeds, uprooting them everywhere and leaving absolutely no hidden dangers.

By the time he had cleared away the weeds in the entire yard, it was already dark.

The entire day was spent doing nothing but weeding.

However, he still felt that he was exhausted, and his whole body ached. After returning to his room, he lay down on the bed and fell asleep soon.

In the dream, he successfully cultivated sweet potatoes, received a silver reward from the young master, returned to his hometown, and bought a large house.

Then, he found all his lost relatives and lived a happy life in this compound.

He was immersed in such a dreamland and couldn’t extricate himself.

It wasn’t until the next day, when he heard the sound coming from outside, that he opened his eyes and realized that it was just a dream.

However, the content of this dream inspired his fighting spirit even more.

There has never been a time when the young master’s words of

five thousand taels of silver were not fulfilled.

Since the young master said that as long as he cultivates new sweet potatoes, he will give himself five thousand taels of silver, then he will definitely give it!

Thinking of this, even though his whole body was very sore, he still stood up with force, opened the door, and walked out.

“Qian Zheng, are you going to see your sweet potatoes again?”

As soon as he walked out of the door, he heard a voice in his ear.

He turned to look, nodded with a smile, and walked straight to the room with the flower pots.

When the people nearby saw this scene, they all shook their heads.

In their eyes, this person is simply unreasonable.

The young master asked him to take care of the sweet potato, so he just needs to take good care of it, so why should he be so concerned about it.

Spend all your time on it, like a demon.

They don’t understand Qian Zheng, and Qian Zheng doesn’t care what they think.

At this moment, there is only one thing on his mind, and that is to cultivate sweet potatoes!

Of course, the most important step is that the sweet potato seedlings can survive.

But

Qian was squatting on the ground, looking at the sweet potato seedlings in the flowerpot, his brows furrowed tightly.

Unlike other people in the family, he spent almost all of his childhood in the fields.

Therefore, he is extremely familiar with the state of the crops.

The sweet potato seedlings in front of me were obviously in much worse condition than the day before.

And the state the day before was much worse than the state the day before.

It seems to be gradually withering day by day

. As time goes by, whether the seedling can survive is still a question.

If the seedling dies, all his efforts will be in vain.

Moreover, the young master trusts himself so much. If he raises the seedlings to death, how can he be worthy of the young master?

Thinking of this, he became even more anxious, frowned tightly, and took out his record from his arms.

On it, Gou sketched for a moment.

Then, he sat directly on the floor and looked at his records carefully.

The weather has not changed much these days, it has been sunny.

Therefore, the deterioration of the seedling’s condition is probably not due to sunlight.

In addition, the watering is also strictly controlled and there is no change.

So what is the reason?

Qian Zheng frowned and fell into deep thought.

After a moment, he seemed to have thought of something. He suddenly raised his head and looked at the sweet potato seedling. His face showed joy and he murmured: “I thought of it!”

There was nothing obvious about sunlight, moisture, soil, and even nutrients. The change.

If these factors are eliminated, there is only one reason that really causes the poor condition of sweet potato seedlings – temperature!

(End of chapter)