"Is there any help?" Aunt Zhou asked in surprise.
Du Wanchun nodded and said: "Yes, these seedlings and vegetables are just sick. With appropriate use of medicine, they should be able to get better."
This kind of field and vegetable cultivation requires a method. It is not just a matter of planting. Those seedlings and vegetables are just like people. If they are not taken care of well, they will get sick.
When Du Wanchun was a fool, he often followed his mother to ponder these things in the vegetable field, so he learned something.
Aunt Zhou and Zhou Zhao had also read this in books on weekdays, and they probably understood it after hearing what Du Wanchun said.
"Okay, I still have some copper coins in my hand. I will go to the county to buy some medicine later, and buy some rice and seeds by the way." Aunt Zhou nodded and responded, full of energy.
The family returned home and told Zhou Ruiyuan and Zhou Feng about the incident. ?.?????.???
Zhou Ruiyuan and Zhou Feng were much more stable. When they heard that the ground was coming back, they immediately dug out all the remaining seeds at home.
Aunt Zhou took stock and found that there was no need to buy anything.
Du Wanchun knelt down, picked up a handful of seeds, looked at them, and said with a smile, "Mom, why don't you go to the county today? Let's plant these now and take a look."
Aunt Zhou stood up and said with a smile: "Go, of course you have to go. If you don't want to buy seeds, you can also buy rice and medicine."
After she finished speaking, she turned around and went into the house, took the coins and put them in her pocket, and said, "Wan Chun, you stay at home, Zhao'er and I will go."
Du Wanchun nodded and said with a smile: "Mom, be careful on the road."
Mrs. Zhou was in high spirits during happy events and said in a cheerful manner: "Our Changliu Village is close to Cheng'an County. It only takes less than half an hour to walk there. You and Ruiyuan are waiting at home. Zhao'er and I will be back soon. "
"I got it, mother." Du Wanchun stood up and came to Zhou Auntie's side, and then sent her and Zhou Zhao out of the door.
Not long after they left, it was almost noon, and every household was preparing to make lunch.
Du Wanchun came to the kitchen and found that the rice in the jar had bottomed out. He looked into the pot and found a few cooked cornmeal cakes inside.
She quickly reached out and touched it, but it was still hot.
It seems that Aunt Zhou did this this morning.
She took out the cornmeal cake and put it aside, then found the rest at home, peeled off the skin and cut it into pieces, and threw it into the pot with the only rice left at home.
She knelt down, looked at the fire inside, picked up a dead branch and prepared to put it inside.
However, she just stretched out her hand and found that the branch in her hand had been grabbed.
It was a pair of hands as white as jade.
Du Wanchun looked up following the hands and saw Zhou Ruiyuan.
He didn't say anything, just grabbed the dead branch from his hand, broke it in half, bent down and threw it into the fire.
Then he skillfully took two larger pieces of wood and pushed them in.
There was a big piece of wood in the stove and the fire became more stable, and the porridge in the pot began to emit hot smoke.
Du Wanchun quickly picked up a big spoon and stirred it in the pot. A large cloud of white smoke came out, and soon the porridge noodles began to bubble.
The two of them didn't say a word the whole time, but they cooperated quite well.
Du Wanchun was surprised that he could not move his feet, but he was so skilled at doing farm work, while Zhou Ruiyuan felt sorry for her as a little girl. She must have done it frequently in the kitchen as she could move like water.
After the porridge was cooked, Du Wanchun quickly took out a bowl and smiled at Zhou Ruiyuan: "My lord, leave this place to me. You go out and wait."
Zhou Ruiyuan glanced at her hand holding the bowl, then pushed the chair and turned to leave.
Du Wanchun then filled out a few more bowls and carried them to the front room.
As soon as she put the porridge on the table, she saw Zhou Ruiyuan coming out of his room, holding a small incense box in his hand.
The box is made of sandalwood and is very delicate.
Du Wanchun saw it at a glance, was stunned for a while, and then said with a smile: "Mr., come and have some porridge."
After she finished speaking, she turned around and prepared to bring out another bowl from the kitchen.
Zhou Ruiyuan came to her side and quickly took her hand, "Wait a minute."
