V2.Chapter 101

After all, the soil here is not very good, so the sweet potatoes here are like rice, far less than the growth of the Imperial City there. Even the growth rate is much slower than the outside world. On a closer look, you can see that there are holes one after another on the delicate leaves, about the size of sesame seeds, with very far distance, not many.

However, in the eyes of flowers on the street, there are a lot of aphids in Yuzhou. It is no wonder that Yuzhou's planting can not keep up with it. This problem must be dealt with emphatically.

As if thinking of something, the stranger suddenly looked back at Qian Lin, who had been following her honestly, and said: "by the way, how about the yield of sweet potato in Wujun in the past years, and how about the taste of sweet potato?"

Qian Lin is the biggest grain merchant and the richest man in Wujun generation. He is very clear about this, and quickly smiles with flattery. "Back to the princess, the main grain of Wujun is rice. Sweet potato is only eaten by poor people. The yield is not high, and the taste is not as sweet as the imperial city. People who can not eat it naturally don't like it."

The flowers on the street nodded slightly, like a mirror, and the water eyes were tinged with a bit of thoughtful color.

From the situation of sweet potato seedlings in this field, we can see that Qian Lin's words should not be false.

The yield and taste of sweet potato are not good because of the soil quality and aphids. She has to try to develop some insect control methods.

It was during the deliberation that her head suddenly burst into a woman's voice like thunder.

"What are you doing? Oh, my sweet potato which I have worked so hard to grow. What kind of evil is this? It is actually a disaster that has made it look like this. "

The flower on the street looked up and saw a woman running over in a hurry, carefully avoiding the sweet potato seedlings in the field. After a while, she arrived in front of her and pointed to the seedlings in front of her. Her face was full of flesh pain.

The woman's skin was rough and dark. She was dressed in coarse cloth. Her clothes were covered with patches. Her eyes seemed to droop, but she raised her eyes from time to time. She looked at the flowers on the street and Qian Lin and other people who followed her. Her eyes sometimes lingered on the jewelry in the bun on the street and the jade pendant on her waist, We can see how big the abacus is in his heart.

But the seedlings, in addition to the small holes bitten by aphids, were clearly intact.

The flower on the street stood up, staring at the woman indifferently, and said, "this lady, please see clearly before you speak. I have never crossed the boundary, and I have not touched anything in your land. Moreover, you are a good seedling. How can you be said to be harmed?"

The woman Zhang Wang's eyes dripped around, as if she was angry to the general, "rub" a stand up, the feet of the silent step down a small piece of seedlings.

Then he pointed to the fallen seedlings and said in a loud voice with a slight accent: "what's right? It's all right. You little girl is so white. How could you open your eyes and tell lies. Look at the seedlings yourself. They are not all trampled on. "

Flowers on the street have been paying attention to Zhang Wang's every move, see her face is not red, breathless to say this words, the heart can not help but sneer.

She always does not like to cater to people who are not good to her. Therefore, her words are not polite. "Whoever overthrows black and white is clear in his mind. Auntie, there is a popular saying in the countryside that he told a lie. When he dies in hell, he will be pulled out of his tongue."