"I know everything in the toilet."
Nangong's tone was extremely calm, but for Ronggui people, these things are difficult to say, because this is the rule in the palace. Different things have different names. They should not be as tacky as people in the market, but should be more elegant. This is what Ronggui people have been taught to do since they entered the palace.
But for a woman like Nangong, who has been running and playing in the woods and fields since she was a child, these words are not difficult to say.
Mr. Ronggui's face was a little rosy. This was not just from the toilet, but also from himself...
Nangong put down the mud in his hand, and then clapped his hands, as if he had picked up any rocks at random. It was not soil that had been fertilized at all.
"This soil is not good. Although the coneflowers can bloom, they won't be so beautiful!"
When it comes to planting flowers and plants, Ronggui people have only tried it recently and are not very proficient. Naturally, they believe what Nangong said. After all, at the banquet, they also knew that Nangong is from the Qiang tribe. This ethnic group has been growing up since childhood. Life in the woods in the wild must be much better than that of a layman like himself who lives in the palace. Ronggui didn't care about his own face and asked: "Miss Nangong, where do you start with these words?"
Nangong rubbed his hands on the clothes casually without any objection.
"First of all, the environment that coneflowers adapt to is different from that in the palace. Rudbeckia needs to be slightly moist, but it cannot grow in a place that is too humid, otherwise the seeds will be soaked by water and there will be no possibility of germination. This soil will Too much water!”
Rong Guiren was still watering the water in his hand, but when he heard Nangong's words, he quickly put down the kettle in his hand, for fear of watering more.
"Isn't it that this piece of coneflower is gone? There is no hope?"
Looking at Rong Gui's distressed expression, Nangong smiled lightly and explained patiently: "Don't worry, Gui Sir, it's not too late for you now. It's morning. It's the first time to water. The degree of moisture is pretty good. But in the future, Don’t water this land again for two days!”
Rong Guiren nodded repeatedly. For an expert like Nangong, he didn't dare not listen. Moreover, at this juncture, he could still think of Su Xuan in his heart...
"Then is there anything else that makes you feel inappropriate, Miss Nangong?"
"Of course there is." Hearing that Ronggui didn't have the arrogance of being a concubine, he was willing to listen to what he said. Nangong didn't hide it. It was not like Nangong had never encountered someone who didn't listen to his own advice before and still went his own way. In the end, There were so many people who didn't get the best results when they blossomed and then came to blame themselves later. But Rong Guiren, the concubine, had no airs at all. Nangong was naturally happy when she talked about it.
"Second point, after talking about soil moisture, let's talk about soil fertilizer!"
Rong Guiren felt a little embarrassed, but in order for her coneflowers to have enough flowering period before winter came, she continued to listen carefully.
"Where's the fertilizer for this soil..."
Nangong knelt down, picked up a handful, and brought it to Rong Guiren's face. The latter resisted at first, but when he saw Nangong's serious look, Rong Guiren took a deep breath and kept affirming himself in his heart.
"I am a farmer's child after all. How come I have lost even the most basic qualities of a farmer after staying in the palace for so long?"
Rong Guiren finished her mental construction, and faced the fertilizer that girl Nangong held in her hand that had just been poured on. She pressed it until she could clearly smell the faint fragrance of the grass in the soil and the inexplicable... Can't tell the taste.
Rong Guiren had no intention of retreating. After sniffing for a while, it seemed that nothing was wrong. He did not immediately retreat a few steps with a look of disgust. Instead, he ran to the uncultivated land next to him and held it with both hands. Then he ran back to Nangong and compared the two.
Ronggui people have a natural sense of smell. After comparing them, Ronggui people frowned.
"Miss Nangong, I can indeed smell the difference between the two soils. The grass here has a lighter smell, while the grass there has a heavier smell. And it's not masking the smell of fertilizer!"
Nangong looked at Mr. Ronggui's people-friendly actions, and his favorable impression of Mr. Ronggui increased in his heart.
"Ronggui, you still have a good talent for soil. Generally speaking, people who have just planted flowers and plants, and even some old farmers who often farm, may not be able to distinguish between the soil in your hand and the soil in your hand. The difference between the soil in my hands. But Ronggui Ren, you can do it without any effort."
Rong Guiren obviously didn't know that he was worthy of such a high evaluation. He responded modestly: "It's not a talent, but my sense of smell has been really sensitive since I was a child. I can smell smells from a mile away, and it's very clear!"
Nangong seemed to have seen some treasure, his pupils suddenly enlarged, and he didn't even notice the soil he was holding in his hands falling to the ground. Seeing Nangong's behavior, Mr. Ronggui asked with some confusion: "What's wrong? Miss Nangong, is it? Is there anything I said that was wrong?"
Nangong deeply suppressed his inner excitement and stabilized his mind.
"No, Mr. Ronggui, the difference between the two is this. Even if fertilizer is applied, one still does not have the fragrance of grass. When planting flowers and plants, the fragrance of soil is a proof of soil fertility. Nowadays, your land is really a little barren. Rudbeckia is a flower that needs careful care, and it requires growers to put a lot of thought into it. Once you find that the fertility of the soil is not enough, you must take measures!"
Rong Guiren looked at the golden chrysanthemum field in front of him, which was as big as a courtyard, and felt troubled.
"What should I do? I have worked so hard to plant this, and it costs so much? Does Miss Nangong mean to transplant it to the land next to it?"
Nangong looked not far away and saw the place pointed by Mr. Ronggui. The soil was definitely considered a good place. Rudbeckia was more than enough to survive on that land, but there were indeed too many weeds on it. The fertility of the soil was not good enough. It will be robbed by other weeds and trees. Even if the coneflower has buds, the trees and weeds that are higher than the coneflower branches will block the sunlight, so naturally it will not grow well.
Nangong is looking for answers in his own survival and the knowledge he has mastered.
"There is still a way!"
"Miss Nangong, please tell me quickly! I don't want the entire Yonghe Palace to be lifeless this winter. Even if it is, there will be a lot more dead branches!"
