Chapter 125

Even if you want to compost, you should choose the methods you can do. In the development of farmyard fertilizer from ancient times to the present, man Bao selected three methods they can do.

The three cited by the author have developed successively. Man Bao thinks that one of them is the same as the current method of retting at home. That's OK, that is, it's very slow and needs longer retting time.

Now they use this, because they use thermal insulation measures and secondary processing of the thrown materials, so the speed will be much faster.

Because of the recent warming weather, man Bao and his family have decided to plant ginger for a while. At that time, they need a lot of farmyard fertilizer, so she chose this method.

Seeing that his father really didn't mean to blame her, man Bao's courage grew up again and proudly said to him, "Dad, I'm thinking about whether this method will succeed, so let the fourth brother try it first and tell you when it succeeds."

Old Zhou tou was really happy. He touched the little girl's head with satisfaction and said, "man Bao's consideration is comprehensive. Just now I saw it with your eldest brother. This method is really good. Your pit has only been dug for seven or eight days. Now it's fermented. Maybe it will rot out in a few days."

Man Bao was inspired and immediately said, "the book said that we should control the temperature and don't make it too hot, otherwise the fertility will be burned. Therefore, when the temperature is too high, we should dig for heat dissipation, or bask in the sun, pile it together when the temperature drops, and then pour some fecal water for secondary fermentation. Dad, do you think our temperature is high enough?"

Old Zhou tou doesn't know. He hasn't used this method. It's the first time he's heard that the temperature of the fertilizer pile can't be too high.

However, he is a man who has planted land all his life. Even if he doesn't understand it, he can think about it. Unlike Zhou Siro, he can do whatever man Bao says.

So after a little thought, he asked Dalang to open the straw cover again and then turn it over.

Several sons were left by old Zhou tou. Of course, man Bao, the only literate and teacher, also left. The others and children went back first.

Zhou Xi glanced at the child standing in a pile of adults and helped her mother back.

Obviously, this fat matter is not small. The whole family went to war. Zhou Xi was so angry that he almost couldn't help beating him on the spot when he knew that Lang stole fat under her Guise on Thursday. Man Bao was in a mood of ups and downs after he appeared, and he was calm at this time.

The Zhou family who went back were very quiet. Qian asked the big head to run home first. He held Zhou Xi's hand and walked slowly. While walking, he said to her, "you are still too impatient. You will have problems in an hurry. You should be calm in the future."

Qian said happily, "you have to learn from your sister. You see how much she counseled just now, and you know to look at your father's face first."

Zhou Xi couldn't help saying, "that child is clever."

Zhou Xi held her mother. She couldn't hold back for a moment and said what she meant, "Mom, if I don't get married in the future, will you raise sister Yao to me?"

Qian was surprised, frowned and asked, "why do you think so? Man Bao is six years old, and she is still..."

Qian's words didn't finish, but the meaning was obvious.

Zhou Xi said, "I'm not asking her to call me mother. I just think that a child will be closer in the future. When he gets old and is about to die, someone comes to see me and knows whether I'm dead or alive. Mother, I really don't want to get married."

Qian's face was tight and didn't speak. Zhou Xi looked at her face and didn't dare to say any more, but his mind was shown.

Man Bao knows nothing about this. Now she is squatting far away and watching her brothers dig out the fat in the fat pit and spread it out under the instruction of her father.

Sure enough, the temperature in the middle of the fertilizer pile was very high. Although Lao Zhoutou had never encountered such a situation, he knew that it was burning fertilizer when the temperature was too high according to the little girl.

So he asked people to push away the fertilizer to dry. In this way, everyone would see that the basket of rotten leaves they fell first turned black. Just touch them with a hoe, they would break into pieces, which was much faster than they piled straw.

You know, now they usually pile compost for a year.

From the end of summer when we stopped using fertilizer to the beginning of spring, the straw may not decay until more than half a year. This is a new method learned from outside in the village. In the past, straw did not decay.

Zhou Dalang and Zhou Erlang couldn't help looking at each other. They both felt that the girl was really like her father, and man Bao was so much like her father. The composting method improved in the village in those years was that her father bought it with two steamed buns.

Old Zhou tou rubbed fat with his hands and was satisfied. "Yes, hang it all night and pile it back tomorrow."

Then he said, "if this method is successful, the family will dig a pit for composting. In this way, the speed is faster and the fertilizer is more."

Because the new method of man Bao uses animal manure, but the proportion is less than that they use now, which increases the demand for dead leaves and other soil, which shows that they can accumulate more fertilizer with the same amount of animal manure.

For the rural people, the most difficult thing to fatten the farm is livestock manure, because not everyone has so many livestock.

The reason why their family has it is because they have a large population and raise a lot of chickens.

Old Zhou tou planned to dig two big pits beside the compost pile at home to compost together, and hurry up before the rice seeds were planted.

As for the fertilizer needed for rice seeds, well, first borrow the old four's fertilizer pile. Didn't the boy steal the fertilizer at home?

Let him pay with this.

Zhou Silang heard that he didn't have to be beaten or scolded. As long as he lost his fat, he immediately responded, completely ignoring the meaning of the other master.

Man Bao worried about his ginger and hurriedly said to Lao Zhou, "Dad, I'll pay you for the fat in this pit first. I'll grow ginger later. You have to pay me back."

"It's all said to be compensated. How can I pay it back?"

"I don't care. I have to pay it back, or my ginger won't grow well."

Old Zhou felt that his daughter's posture was very crop handle style. He laughed happily. He nodded and said, "OK, I'll compensate you."

Just dig another fat pit. Anyway, he doesn't have much else, that is, he has many sons. They all rushed to the mountain to dig mud and sweep away rotten leaves. They can get as much fat as they want.

Sons:

Man Bao knew nothing about it. After getting the affirmation of old Zhou tou, he happily took his hand and went home. Zhou LIULANG wanted to carry her a bookcase, but old Zhou tou refused.

Old Zhou tou personally took her bookcase, took her little hand and told her, "man Bao, you should study hard in the school and listen to Mr. Zhuang, you know?"

Man Bao nods.

He added: "read more books, especially the book on composting and farming. You must tell Dad what good things are in the book. When you earn money at home, dad will buy you meat."

"Dad, that's what you said last time. You said that when your family made money, they bought me meat, but they didn't buy it. Finally, I bought it."

Old Zhou's head was exposed. He smiled and said, "your mother has all the money. Do you want to eat meat? Then talk to your mother later and let your mother take the money for you. "