"I'm asking the King of Hundred Grass to go down the altar with me. I was born on February 2nd. During the shu period, I gave birth to the King of Hundred Grass. I gave birth to three daughters in a row. I went up to the East Mountain to see the hundred herbs and the South Mountain to see the hundred flowers. I asked the ancestors to come to see the valley seedlings. The masters will give birth to see the grain seedlings. At the first update, the grain seedlings will give birth to seedlings. At the second update, the grain seedlings will give birth to seedlings..."

The younger generation is so terrifying. Zhang Jiaohua invited the gods to farm. If the ancestor woke up, he would not know if he would hit a kid's board. But Zhang Jiaohua could not manage so much. So on this night, a brand new method of rice planting appeared in Meiziao. Poke a hole and sprinkle two or three grains of grain. The density was completely according to the instructions on the grain seed bag. The line spacing was very strict. The most bizarre thing was that all the seeds were put into the field, and no footprints were left in the rice fields.

Zhang Jiaohua didn't dirty his feet at all, and he did it all for the Golden Tigers. These guys didn't know how tired they were, but they still had the same interest in this fresh matter as Zhang Jiaohua. The five ghosts cooperated like an automated machine. Several thousand tans kept poking holes in the front, and the back accurately sprinkled three seeds into the holes, and the last one sprinkled some wood ash diluted with soil into it. This is completely the way to plant beans. This is not the case for planting grains.

Early in the morning, Zhang Manyin hurried over, "Caihua, where is the grain seed?"

Zhang Yaohua had completed her morning exercise. She had just taken a cold shower and only wore a shorts before running out of the house.

"Why don't you wear clothes? Put on your clothes quickly and don't get frozen." At this time, the weather was still very cold, especially in the morning, Zhang Manyin said quickly.

"It's not cold at all. I'm still sweating." Zhang Jiaohua was not afraid of the cold at all.

"That's not OK. You need an injection when you are freezing sick." Zhang Manyin threatened.

Zhang Yaohua then entered the house and found clothes to wear, but she was also wearing very thin clothes.

"Where is the seed? Didn't you let you hang it on the beam of the house?" Zhang Manyin searched everywhere, and where was the shadow of the grain seed?

"We have planted them all in the fields." Zhang Jiaohua was still a little proud.

"Ah, you caused trouble. How did you plant it?" Zhang Manyin felt a little sad that the money of the pack of seeds was almost ten yuan. It was wasted.

"It's like planting beans. I planted them last night." Zhang Jiaohua took Zhang Manyin to the edge of the field, pointed to the neatly arranged little holes in the field.

"You break..." Zhang Manyin was about to scold Zhang Jiaohua, but when he saw everything in the field, he was completely stunned.

A piece of seedlings as tall as a finger has grown in every hole in the field. Zhang Manyin is an experienced old farmer, so he can naturally tell at a glance that it is definitely a seedling! But how can seedlings grow in one night and grow so tall? This is completely beyond the common sense that Zhang Manyin knows.

"Grandpa, you see that the seedlings have grown. Is this true?" Zhang Jiaohua asked.

"How do I know?" Zhang Manyin said angrily. It was the first time he had seen such a rice planting in his life. He asked him if he knew it. What a fuck.

Zhang Manyin knew that this grandson was afraid that he would use some strange magic. He didn't know how the yield of rice planting like this would be. But even if he had already planted this way and still had seedlings growing, what would the future yield be, so he cut off Zhang Jiahua's fortune. Forget it, don't worry, just follow his grandson who has caused trouble.

Zhang Manyin went back without saying anything.

Zhang Jiaohua looked at his grandfather's back and originally wanted his grandfather to praise him for a few words. Unexpectedly, he actually fought a puzzle and left.

Zhang Jiaohua didn't think there was anything wrong with doing this. The ancestors and the others were idle anyway. I asked them to come and do some help. If they didn't invite them, they wouldn't invite them. The ancestors and the others came to help farm. They were always better than ordinary farmers, right?

If the ancestor knew that Zhang Jiaohua actually doubted their farming level, I wonder if a thunder would fall and slash a certain foul disciple?

After cooking in the morning, I was too lazy to cook, so I climbed onto the toon vegetable tree, picked a few tender green toon leaves, grind it in a mortar, grind it a little salt, and mixed it with a little spicy sauce. The simple breakfast meal was made. The toon leaves have a strong smell. People who like this smell think that the toon leaves are delicious in the world. They don’t like it, but I’m afraid they won’t dare to sip it at all. But for the villagers of Meiziao, the toon leaves are a side dish to deal with. The ingredients are pickled everywhere, and the production process is extremely simple. They also serve rice in special way.

After eating, Zhang Jiaohua hummed the song "I'm going to school, I'm not late every day" and happily headed to school.

Zhang Jiaohua's position is no longer the last stool. Although his height is not the first in the class, it is at least the first few. However, Zhang Jiaohua's grades are good. Although Gong Ziyuan doesn't care much about Zhang Jiaohua, he thought in his heart, if you don't study, I will put you in front. Even if you don't want to listen or learn, you can't help yourself. Therefore, Zhang Jiaohua's position was placed under the podium. In the past, no one was willing to sit on a stool with Zhang Jiaohua, but now the situation has changed. In fact, many people are willing to sit on a stool with Zhang Jiaohua. They have the first grade in the class and have the ability. The adults earn a lot of money. Naturally, all the children in the class are willing to sit on a stool with Zhang Jiaohua. However, Gong Ziyuan specially arranged the mute at Zhang Jiaohua's deskmate to worry about Zhang Jiaohua's feelings. Now, the mute is arrogant every day. Because sitting under the podium means that the teacher pays attention to him.

Zhang Jiaohua was not willing to sit under the podium at all. He used to read books like he wanted to read, but now he was arranged to read miscellaneous books during class. He was always a little embarrassed to read. Well, after listening to the class, he flipped through the books, and he turned from the front to the back of the class, and did not scan too much content. Apart from the boring and boring pinyin and difficult to pronounce, there seemed to be nothing difficult. Sometimes Zhang Jiaohua didn't understand why he had to learn pinyin. He knew all the characters and could read and write them. Why did he have to learn pinyin? It was like a person with strong legs who had to learn crutches. Isn't Pinyin just helping illiterate people to learn to read?

Zhang Jiaohua remembered the like of learning those curved runes in his dreams, which was really boring. If it weren't for so many boards in his dreams, how could he remember? When he was following the teacher to write the pinyin, Zhang Jiaohua unconsciously drew a fire talisman on it. After drawing it, he paused his pen and turned into a ball of fire. Teacher Gong's legs became weak and he sat on the ground. But when he looked at it, where did the fire come from? (To be continued., Your support is my greatest motivation.)
Chapter completed!