The Prodigal Son's Happy Life - Chapter 329

[Chapter 329 Is that all?]

After thinking about this, Qian Zheng’s face showed joy.

Then, he fell into deep entanglement.

If there are several other factors, they can also be controlled manually.

It’s nothing more than watering more and getting more sun, but how should the temperature be controlled?

I sat there and pondered for a long time, but still couldn’t come up with a suitable solution.

At the same time, he understood very well.

It’s autumn now, and the weather is only getting colder day by day.

I don’t know how long it will take for these sweet potatoes to grow. If they are still like this before winter, the consequences will be serious.

And

Qian Zheng raised his eyes and took a look at the sweet potato seedlings that were raised in a flower pot and carefully cared for.

I thought to myself, this sweet potato might not even last through autumn.

Thinking of this, he frowned.

After a while, he finally made up his mind, stood up from the ground, and looked towards the courtyard door.

Now, there is only one way, and that is to ask the young master how to solve it.

After all, in his eyes, the young master knows almost everything and knows everything.

It was just because I was busy and didn’t have time to take care of it that I gave this task to myself.

Fangfu, backyard.

Fang Xiu was lying on the rocking chair, basking in the sun. There was a copy of “The Analects of Confucius” beside him. It looked like a brand new book, as if it had never been opened.

In early autumn, the weather is cool and the sun is shining brightly.

It’s the right time to bask in the sun.

Fang Xiu squinted his eyes and looked at the blue sky, feeling surprisingly peaceful.

At this time, a slight voice suddenly came from my ears: “Young Master”

opened his eyes and looked in the direction of the sound.

Qian was standing in front of him, looking a little embarrassed.

Fang Xiu smiled and asked, “What’s going on?”

Qian Zheng immediately replied, “Master, there’s something wrong with the sweet potato plant you gave me.” When

Fang Xiu heard this, he stood up from the recliner and He looked at Qian Zheng and said seriously: “What’s the problem?”

This sweet potato is related to the well-being of the people in the world. Even a person like him who cares about everything can hardly care about it.

Seeing the young master, who had always been indifferent to everything, showing concern, Qian Zheng suddenly felt that his pressure had increased a lot.

After hesitating for a while, he finally said: “Reporting to the young master, I observed the sweet potato and found that its condition has been very poor recently. Some leaves have gradually withered. If it continues like this, the sweet potato may not be able to survive.”

Fang Xiu heard this He frowned slightly as he spoke.

What he worried about most happened.

Although sweet potatoes have strong vitality, they can almost grow if they are thrown into the mud.

But that’s when the climate is suitable. Whether the land in Gyeonggi is suitable for the growth of sweet potatoes is still a big problem.

If it were other crops, there would still be the possibility of trial and error, but this sweet potato only has this one plant.

Thinking of this, he looked at Qian Zheng and asked, “Do you know what the reason is?”

Qian Zheng lowered his head and replied, “It should be because the weather has been cold recently.”

Fang Xiu heard this and thought for a while. .

Although roasted sweet potatoes are generally sold more in winter, it does not mean that these sweet potatoes grow in winter.

That being said, it is possible.

He looked at Qian Zheng and said sternly: “The matter of sweet potatoes is not trivial. How can I use the word “should”? I will give you three more days to carefully observe the sweet potatoes.

If it is really due to the temperature, I have another way. When Qian

Zheng

heard this, his face showed joy, he nodded, and said seriously: “I understand!”

After saying that, he saluted Fang Xiu, turned and left the backyard.

As soon as he left, a middle-aged man came in behind him.

Fang Xiu glanced at him.

Somewhat confused.

I always feel like this person is familiar, but I just can’t remember who it is.

“Master”

, the middle-aged man walked directly in front of his young master, stood upright, and bowed respectfully.

Fang Xiu heard his voice and then remembered.

It turned out to be the shopkeeper of the fireworks shop

. “Yeah.”

Fang Xiu lay back on the rocking chair, squinted his eyes, enjoying the warm sunshine, and asked casually: “What’s the matter?”

Each of these shopkeepers is involved in everything. The master of the palace.

As soon as he appeared, you could guess that something must have happened in the fireworks shop.

The shopkeeper of the fireworks shop stood next to his young master, thought about his words, and said: “Master, something did happen this morning.”

He talked a lot eloquently and almost described what happened at that time vividly.

However, Fang Xiu still had a calm expression and didn’t seem to care.

Only after he finished speaking, he asked lightly: “Is that all?”

The shopkeeper of the fireworks shop was a little confused when he heard this.

Some gangsters have already been bullied to the Fireworks Shop. Is there anything else I need to say?

Looking at the young master in front of him, he subconsciously felt that the young master might not understand what he meant.

So, he reminded me very tactfully: “Master, no matter how strong the so-called black tigers are among the people, they are just some hooligans after all.

It is okay for these people to bully good families, but if they are allowed to provoke nobles, that is just an excuse. Even if they have ten thousand courages, they would not dare to do something.”

He has already said this. If the young master still doesn’t understand, he has nothing to say.

After hearing this, Fang Xiu raised his eyes, glanced at the shopkeeper of the fireworks shop, and said calmly: “You mean, there is someone behind them?”

After hearing this, the shopkeeper of the fireworks shop thought for a while and said, “Young man, don’t you?” I’m sure, but nine times out of ten it’s true.”

Fang Xiu nodded, waved his hand, and said, “I know about this matter. If there is nothing else, just go down.”

The shopkeeper of the fireworks shop heard. He said this with some helplessness, and wanted to remind his young master to be prepared to prevent similar things from happening again.

Or, by following the clues and finding out who is behind Black Tiger’s people before they are silenced.

But looking at his young master’s appearance, he seemed to be concentrating on basking in the sun and had no interest in other things.

When the young master was still an infant, he was a handyman in the Fang Mansion.

Step by step, he read and became literate, and reached the position of steward in the Fang Mansion.

As he grew up, he also witnessed the growth of the young master, and he knew his character very well.

Since the young master is not interested in this matter, no amount of persuasion will be of any use.

It’s better to let him forget

it. Thinking of this, the shopkeeper of the fireworks shop sighed, bowed respectfully to Fang Xiu, and said: “It’s just these things.

Master, the fireworks shop still needs a little supervision, so I’ll take my leave first.” ”

(End of chapter)