Song Zhaozhao's side was like Song's mother, who tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, and all she thought of was Shao Qingyuan.

Song Zhaozhao remembered that Shao Qingyuan in the book was indeed going back to the village. A few days before he came back, the Shao family informed him from door to door, and the village became lively.

A large group of people came in from the entrance of the village. The person in front was holding a few flags, which was extremely majestic. Behind was Shao Qingyuan, who was riding a horse, wearing a gorgeous Jinshi suit and locust wood. The fabric and color of the clothes were something that no one in the entire Zhuangzi had seen before.

Shao Qingyuan rode a colorful horse and paraded into the village under the ceremonial guard of the government office, so that the people of the entire village could admire the respectful face. Song Zhaozhao was naturally among them.

There were drums and drums along the way, and the people on both sides were cheering, and the atmosphere was even more lively than during the Chinese New Year.

There are eight guards in front of the carriage next to the carriage, and behind the carriage

The followers and a few beautiful women were very lively.

On that day, Shao Qingyuan seemed to have brought back a woman, who was a high-ranking girl. Song Zhaozhao remembered that the woman seemed to have no parents, she only had one brother, and she was also an Jinyiwei. After Song Zhaozhao in the book killed the woman, she was caught by her brother.

...

It seems that Shao Qingyuan is not far from coming back.

Forget it, I want to do so much. I will get up early tomorrow, change the furnishings in the yard, and sprinkle pig manure into the fields. Recently, it is a good time to grow vegetables.

For Shao Qingyuan, it is not worth it to be a big deal that will ruin me, Song Zhaozhao.

The next morning, just as the sky was vomiting white, Song Zhaozhao got up.

Song Zhaozhao tiptoed on her coat and walked outside. The air here was free from all kinds of exhaust pollution, which was really fresh. The air was as fresh as if it had been washed, without any turbidity, and there was no trace of dust in the sun. It was as fresh as the smell of lotus leaves on a summer night. With the faint smell of soil, the spring air was full of vitality.

Song Zhaozhao walked to the already barren field, where there was no fertile soil, and even the grass was unwilling to grow there.

Song Zhaozhao found the hoe and wanted to fill the soil for the field and get some breath, but he didn't expect that it would be abandoned for too long and he couldn't understand it at all, so he could only pick up some water first.

Zhaozhao carried two wooden barrels and walked beside the stream at the foot of the back mountain. Fortunately, his home was relatively remote and was relatively close to the water source.

After picking up the water, he poured all the water into the field. Although there was not much water, it was enough for Song Zhaozhao to turn over the soil. After turning over the soil, Song Zhaozhao carried the pig manure that had been placing at the door these days in, and scattered all the pig manure on the land beside him.

It would be fine if Song Zhaozhao didn't sprinkle pig manure, but the smell of sprinkle pig manure spread out, and all the three Song family who were still sleeping in the house were smoked out.

"Girl, what are you doing?" Song's father walked out with his nose covered.

The smell of pig manure is fine if it doesn’t move, but once it moves, the smell is extremely high.

"Dad, is it too much? Or did I disturb you?

Song's father wanted to wave his hand, but the smell was too great. He put down his hand that had just been raised and covered his nose.

"It's okay, it's time to get up, but girl, what are you doing?"

"Yes, it's all gone early in the morning."

Brother Song seemed to get up a little, with a little impatient tone.

"Brother, I'm sorry, I woke you up." Song Zhaozhao was a little at a loss.

"Since you're up, my mother, go and make breakfast."

"Oh, okay!" Song's mother's voice came from inside the house.

"How to eat it with such a taste, go first..."

Before Brother Song's voice could be finished, Song's father slapped Brother Song's head from behind.

"Why don't you go and help your sister?"

Brother Song had no choice but to cover his nose and do as he did.

"I said sister, you are..."

"Brother, this is to fertilize our fields."

“Fertilize?”

Song Zhaozhao was talking to Brother Song, and Song's father also came over to help.

"Yes, dad."

"Then why don't you sprinkle pig manure on the fields?"

Brother Song pointed to the field next to him.

"We can't scatter it on the fields a few years ago, a family in our village scattered the pig manure on the fields, and the whole family was infected."

"Dad said it's right. Now, we can't just spread it on the fields. We want to ferment it for him."

Brother Song became more confused as he heard it, and scratched his head in confusion.

"That girl, how can this pig manure be fermented? You won't get sick after fermenting?"

"Yes, Dad, we won't get sick. Let's dry the pig manure for one morning, remove its moisture, then pile the pig manure together, cover it tightly with a film, and then ferment it after a while."

"That's all?" Brother Song still looked at Song Zhaozhao in disbelief.

"The fermented pig manure is a good organic fertilizer, which helps the land become loose and fertile, and gives the soil full nutritional value. It can enhance the biological properties of the land, the activity of soil enzymes, and is conducive to maintaining fertilizers and moisture, etc...."

Song Zhaozhao muttered a lot, which made Brother Song even more confused.

"Girl, what you said was told by your fairy sister?"

Song Zhaozhao nodded proudly.

"Your Madam San'er, wait and have breakfast first."

Today's breakfast has returned to normal, and Song's mother is a little reluctant to let it go. Although it is very delicious, these things are extremely lacking after all, and Song Zhaozhao did not continue to force it. Now, as an urgent matter, it is necessary to change the overall appearance of the Song family.

Song Zhaozhao thought, and lowered his head and found that the tables and chairs he made were in pieces, and the table could no longer be held. Song's father found a few bricks to cushion the corners of the table, and the chairs were also in pieces.

"Brother, after dinner, please help me sprinkle pig manure and I'll go out to find something."

"What are you looking for? I'll help you, you'll do this pig manure."

Brother Song really couldn't stand the smell of pig manure, so he shuddered it.

"Brother, do you go outside and find some wooden boards?"

"Plane? Do you want to burn the fire?"

Song Zhaozhao shook his head: "Look, the tables at our house require chairs. This will never last long. I think we should make a set of tables and chairs first."

Seeing that Song Zhaozhao was so powerful before, Brother Song didn't question Song Zhaozhao anymore. After breakfast, he went out to look for wooden boards.

Song Zhaozhao continued to ferment pig manure at home.

Song’s father and Song’s mother were also cleaning up farm work at home.

When everything was so normal, the eldest aunt of the Song family came again.

"Yeah, what does this taste like? Your family has fallen into the feces circle!"

Chen still did not restrain himself at all and became more and more rampant.

"Sister-in-law, why are you here?"

"Sister, do it first, I'll pour water."

Song’s father and Song’s mother were still quite respectful to Chen. On the other hand, Song Zhaozhao ignored Chen and continued to sprinkle his pig manure.
Chapter completed!