It was a good weather again. In the morning, Liu Junhao was idle and had nothing to do, so he carried a sickle and tied up sesame seeds and beat them.

Since the sesame seeds were picked, they were dried upstairs. Now they are browned and all the sesame seeds are cracked. When you touch them with your hands, they will be clattered.

Fortunately, the floor tiles were laid up on the upper floor, so Liu Junhao was not afraid of them scattering. He grabbed the sesame pole and beat them with a few casually. The snow-white and plump sesame seeds fell to the ground like light rain.

He originally thought he would have to finish it a few times, but he didn't expect that the sesame planted by his own home would save trouble and go through it all.

In a short while, the sesame seeds were beaten by Liu Junhao, and the sesame rod in his hand became much lighter. The sesame seeds grew very well, and they basically didn't have yellow tips when they were beaten. There were only a few browned sesame leaves. I picked them up with my hands and they were clean.

This was the first sesame seeds produced by his hospital. Liu Junhao held a small handful and put them in his hand to observe. The particles were full and glittered with oil. It looked so high-quality.

The color is good, I don’t know how it tastes like? He was about to pinch it and put it in his mouth to taste it, but suddenly remembered what he had made a bet with Professor Zhao, so he stood upstairs and called someone over.

"You kid, I asked me to come in a hurry and something happened. It turned out to be called sesame seeds. I still said that the yield of sesame seeds is only half a pound." Professor Zhao said with great certainty.

"I agreed that you can pour me some of the best Maojian more than one pound," Liu Junhao joked with a smile.

"Do you remember my top-quality Maojian? OK!"

After weighing it, Professor Zhao was indeed surprised. He originally thought that even if he overestimated half a pound of ground, he did not expect that these sesame seeds would really produce more than one pound of sesame seeds.

Of course, he is not specializing in grain and oil crops. However, he also has a rough estimate of the yield of sesame land. Don’t read newspapers, he boasted on TV that a certain sesame seed uses high-tech genetically modified technology to produce 500 kilograms per mu, etc. In fact, if you know a little about farming, you know that it’s nonsense and spray manure all over the place.

Although sesame is expensive, its output is very low. It is particularly delicate and easy to be drowned by rain. It will cause a little heavy rain and drain it into the ground.

In rural areas, the yield per mu is only 100 kilograms. Even if it is better, it is only more than 200 kilograms. It is rarely heard that anyone farms the yield per mu of sesame is more than 300 kilograms.

Based on the previous sesame planting density of Liu Junhao Land, the yield per mu of land will definitely exceed 300 kilograms.

"Don't eat all sesame seeds. Wait until next spring, I'll be soaked in the yard." Thinking of this, the professor quickly explained. He was going to do a research. If the production of sesame really has such a high level of value, it will be of promotional value.

"Well" Liu Junhao also has this meaning. Next year, there will be time to open a piece of land in the backyard and sprinkle sesame seeds, which will provide the bumblebees with more honey.

The two of them sat in the yard and chatted for a while, and Zhang Qian came over with a stack of homework books. Professor Zhao didn't want to disturb them, so he found a reason to turn back.

"Didn't I ask you to take off the thick clothes and wash them yesterday? Why are you still wearing them on your body?" Zhang Qian saw Professor Zhao leave and opened her mouth to start nagging. Yesterday afternoon, she specifically told Liu Junhao to take off all the dirty clothes and wait for her to come and wash them. But he didn't know that he had repeatedly explained it several times and turned a blind eye.

"I've only been wearing this clothes for five days?" Liu Junhao said as he turned over the lapel and asked her to check it out.

By the way, when I didn’t have a girlfriend, I didn’t wear a piece of clothing for a while, and Zhang Qian forced him to change his clothes every few days.

"Who said it's not dirty? The collar is full of oily brain on it and then go back to the house to change it." After Zhang Qian said that, she pushed him into the house.

Well, let's change it. Liu Junhao went back to the house to change his clothes in a very depressed way. Now he really feels like he is not lucky.

With a washing machine, it is naturally much easier to wash clothes. After a while, the clothes were hung on the rope.

Zhang Qian originally wanted to sit in the house to do homework, but when she saw that the sun was warm outside, she simply changed her office location to the yard. The warm sun shone on her body, which was very comfortable.

"Uncle Xiaohao..." The Mao kid took a small basket with excitement and ran into the yard. When he saw Zhang Qian was there, he immediately became depressed, "Teacher Zhang is there too."

"Liu Changlin is here, what's wrong?"

"It's okay, isn't this Sunday? I'll come and have a walk around."

Looking at the expression of this naughty child, Liu Junhao knew that he must have not told the truth, so he walked to the small basket and said, "Let me see what's inside?"

This basket is called wheat basket in rural areas. It is woven from wheat. It is made of sorghum stalks. Although the materials are very ordinary, they are more durable than bamboo baskets. It is just that the wheat straw basket is a bit troublesome and requires one awl to wear.

"There is nothing good, it's a little wild chrysanthemum. I just picked it on the hillside." The hairy child said as he took a step back.

Originally, it was just a carefree person, but now Liu Junhao is more sure that this guy has a ghost in his heart. He pulled over the basket and reached out to touch it, and sure enough, he touched more than ten green persimmons from under the chrysanthemum.

"It's stealing Liu Wu

"Well?" Liu Junhao recognized the type of persimmon.

"No, pick our own." The hairy child shook his head like a rattle.

"I want to lie to me that your persimmon tree is a sheep's tip persimmon, which is a plaster persimmon," most of the persimmons planted in Liujiagou are sheep's tip persimmons. Only the two persimmon trees planted behind Liu Wuye's yard are different. The persimmons produced are flat and there are thick persimmon flowers behind it. It suddenly looks like a plaster is applied.

Generally, persimmons must be picked in concentrated salt water for a few days before they are ripe before they can remove the astringency. However, this kind of persimmon is different. After picking, you only need to bury them in a random place. After a few days of digging them out, they are crisp and fragrant, and several times more delicious than sheep's tip persimmons.

At that time, Liu Junhao and his friends went to Liu Wuye's courtyard to pick it. Now, when he saw it, he couldn't help but develop saliva from his mouth.

I remember one time he didn't dare to put his child at home, so he buried it secretly on the beach. Who knew that when he went to dig a few days later, he found an old turtle as big as a teacup, lying in the sand nest.

Liu Junhao was very excited at that time. He didn't expect that he could catch the old turtle with persimmons. He went forward and stomped his feet. After the thing hid his head in the turtle shell, he took off his clothes and wrapped it up and took it home.

The old man was also very happy that night and specially made a bowl of turtle soup to drink.

"It's really my family. If you don't believe it, it's in front of the teacher. If this child is beaten to death, he will not admit it.

"Yes, it's yours." Liu Junhao didn't want to be serious with him. After all, stealing a few persimmons is not a big deal, and he did it when he was a child.

"Then how did you get this after picking persimmons?" Zhang Qian raised her head and asked at this time.

"I am...are our persimmons almost ripe? I want to pick a few for the teacher." The hairy child was anxious and said nothing.

"Is that?" Zhang Qian looked at him with a smile. She knew very well about herself. Although her mind worked well, she refused to use it in the right place. She would definitely find him every time she was cheating. She would be hard to find other good things with lanterns. As for him giving things to the teacher, Zhang Qian didn't dare to think about it, and just hoped that she could cause less trouble for herself.

"Yes, yes, Uncle Xiaohao, just put the persimmon in your dough tank for two days." The hairy child said, and simply handed the small basket to Liu Junhao.

His persimmon was originally sent here, but his motive was not so pure, but he was afraid that he would be discovered by his parents when he was hiding at home.

This child is smart now and hides everything he makes in Liu Junhao's house, so it's safe.

The teacher is here, so the furry child naturally dares not stay for too long. He stayed for a while before getting up and leaving.

On the contrary, Zhang Qian thought about the wild chrysanthemums in his small basket and shouted that she would accompany her to pick wild chrysanthemums on the hillside in the afternoon. She was still thinking about making chrysanthemum pillows for her parents.

Anyway, it was fine in the afternoon, so the two of them took the Chitu to the hillside.

The chrysanthemums bloom in September. Just a few days after September, the wild chrysanthemums on the hillside bloomed all over the mountains and fields, and were golden. The flowering period of wild chrysanthemums is long, and they can bloom from September to the end of October, and basically last for almost two months.

Now it’s just right to go up the mountain to pick wild chrysanthemums. This is the first stubble and there are very few bugs.

Since we are here, the two of us are going to pick more. Anyway, if we can’t finish making chrysanthemum pillows, we can still make tea. It just so hot in autumn, so it’s okay to let Zhang Qian’s parents drink more chrysanthemum tea.

I didn't expect that there were too many things today, and I couldn't even think about being quiet for a while. I just picked half of the cloth bag when Zhang Qian's cell phone rang.

The phone call was from Professor Zhao, saying that Zhao Guangming had sent her a remittance form and asked her to go back quickly.

Helplessly, the two had to tie the cloth bag and then throw it on Chitu and pull it back.

"Is my remittance fee for the article a few days ago?" Zhang Qian was a little confused. This is the only thing she could think of.

"You'll know after a look, remittance is a good thing anyway."

"Teacher Zhang, congratulations." As soon as he walked to the door, Zhao Guangming greeted him with a smile, and then took out the remittance form for her to sign.

"It's too much money to write articles for newspapers. Just sit in front of the computer for an hour, and 200 yuan will come. If you write seven or eight articles in front of the computer a day, it's one or two thousand yuan." After Zhao Guangming left, Liu Junhao looked at the remittance slip in his hand over and over, and was a little surprised.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Qian's article "When a Fox Meets Love" was really published in the newspaper. He originally thought that the manuscript fee of 350 was already very good, but who knew that the newspaper sent 200 yuan in one go.

"What nonsense do you think you are going to the supermarket to buy things, and you can buy them anytime you want. Without inspiration and materials, you can't even write them even if you sit in front of the computer for a week."

To be honest, Zhang Qian was also proud of her when she saw what she wrote turned into lead type. The editor asked for an article two days ago, saying that if there were any articles on this aspect in the future, you could contact the site at any time.
Chapter completed!