"Teacher Zhang, I'm here to deliver something to you." When it was almost dark, the hairy child walked into the yard with a matchbox in his hand.

"What are you giving?" Zhang Qian was a little confused when she saw that there was nothing but a small matchbox in her hand.

"That's it." The hairy child proudly raised the matchbox in his hand, "My silkworm has been warmed up. Didn't you say last year that you want to raise it too? I made a matchbox for you."

This naughty child started to warm silkworms just after fifteen, and just warmed them up two days ago. The newspaper was filled with three large pieces, and they divided a lot of them to the children in the village one by one.

"It's so few, why don't you make a few more for me?" Zhang Qian looked at the rubber-sized matchbox and felt a little disappointed. Only then could she put a few, too few.

"Let me see." Liu Junhao stretched out his hand and pulled the matchbox, and saw small black dots squirming inside. "There are already a lot, I'm afraid there are forty or fifty ones. Could you be a professional silkworm breeder?"

"Can you hold forty or fifty people here?" Zhang Qian leaned over with surprise, "No, this is the spring silkworm... it's too small, you won't just find other insects to fool me, right?" Last year when she saw the silkworm, she was one or two centimeters long, and her whole body was snow-white, which was too different from this one. The ones in front of her were not much bigger than the commas in the textbook, and they were all black. When she suddenly saw it, she thought they were African refugees.

"How dare I?" The Mao kid hurriedly shrank his head. He was still quite afraid of Teacher Zhang.

"Silks are like this as soon as they come out. They turn white after raising them for two or three weeks." Liu Junhao raised silkworms when he was a child, so he is quite familiar with this.

After the hairy child left, Zhang Qian began to worry about the food of these spring silkworms again. She knew that the silkworms ate mulberry leaves, but now the mulberry trees seem to have not sprouted yet, so what should I feed them?

"Don't worry, if you can't be hungry, you can feed dandelions now, or you can feed some tender fort leaves." Liu Junhao smiled and comforted. Silkworms are more picky in food, and they don't eat ordinary things at all. Only a few plants have leaves that meet their appetite. Fort trees are one of them, but fort leaves are thicker, which is more suitable for large silkworms to eat.

"Dandelion leaves can also be... sneezed..." Zhang Qian felt her nose itchy and suddenly sneezes.

"Be careful" Before Liu Junhao could react, the light matchbox had been blown over.

Now, once a sneeze, the spring silkworms were blown out. Helplessly, the couple had to take a chicken feather and look for it on the stone slab. The newly-shelled silkworm was too small and could not control the strength with their hands. If they were not careful, they could pinch it flat. Therefore, people thought of a way to use soft chicken feathers to scratch it.

"Don't get so close. You can blow it away with just one breath." Liu Junhao saw that his wife's head almost leaned against the stone slab, so he quickly asked her to straighten her waist.

The two of them were so angry that they didn't dare to pant. They stared at the stone slabs with wide eyes and looked for them. It took five or six minutes to find more than forty.

After putting them completely in the matchbox, Liu Junhao went back to the house to get two tender dandelion leaves into it. The leaves were just dug out of the stone lock in the morning and were ready to stir-fry them in the evening. Now they are just used to feed them.

The silkworm that just emerged from the egg shell was not too hungry, but was just squirming on the dandelion leaves.

"Don't you have to feed this silkworm every day?" After looking at it for a while, Zhang Qian felt her eyes sore. She originally thought that raising silkworms was very interesting, but now she looks at it, it seems that what she needs more is patience.

"Of course, do you think that the leaves need to be changed every day and the silkworm sand needs to be cleaned every day. In addition, you must pay attention to feeding the leaves clean. There should be no dew on them, otherwise the silkworm will have diarrhea." Liu Junhao has not raised silkworms for more than ten years, and now he is interested in contacting these little guys again.

"Then you raise it first, and I will raise it later." Zhang Qian felt that she was really not patient, so she had to settle for it. Anyway, she would be able to watch it when she wanted to.

As the weather became warmer day by day, Liu Junhao's family became completely lively. The chicken and duck green villages and others started to make noise in the yard just at dawn, waiting for their owners to feed them.

I downloaded two movies last night. He and his wife kept going to bed until they saw them. They wanted to sleep in, but the chickens and ducks were so loud that they could only get out of bed. After looking at the table in the living room, it was 7:40. My wife was about to go to class at 8:15. It was too late to get up today. No wonder the chickens and ducks were so quarrels. Liu Junhao made two bowls of wheat and sprinkled them on the ground to make these guys feel safe.

After a while, Liu Junhao's sleepiness disappeared. He washed his face with well water and started making breakfast. Time flies a little, so breakfast is relatively simple. Fry a few eggs, grab a steamed bun, and then make some milk powder.

"Wife gets up and eats..." After cooking, he looked at his watch and it was exactly 7:50. Twenty minutes to eat, and it happened to be at school in five minutes.

"I'm not hungry, let me sleep for a while and call me again at 7:50." I slept late last night, and Zhang Qian was also a little sleepy now.

"It's already seven fifty now, and you should be late if you don't get up." Liu Junhao said as he started lifting the quilt.

"What," she took out the phone under the pillow in a daze. When she saw the time, she immediately woke up and muttered constantly: "It's too late, it's too late, why didn't you call me earlier?" Then she went to put on her clothes, washed her face, and comb her hair. The whole process was less than three minutes.

Liu Junhao couldn't believe his eyes. You know, it was usually the same procedure, and his wife would take at least twenty minutes.

Watching his wife leave, Liu Junhao relaxed and moved a chair in front of the stone slab to feed mulberry leaves to the spring silkworms. Originally, there were no mulberry trees in Liu Junhao's courtyard, but a few days ago when he was cleaning the weeds in the backyard, he found that two trees were growing on the wall of the courtyard. Liu Junhao was not uncommon about the source of mulberry trees, and it must be brought by those greedy gray stools. The gray stool likes to eat mulberries. The feces pulled out after eating contain mulberry seeds. Liu Junhao's courtyard has spring water to nourish, fertile soil, and a suitable climate, so they took root.

Liu Junhao moved one of the mulberry seedlings into the stone lock, and the remaining one was allowed to grow at the base of the wall, and the mulberry buds were broken every other day. The newly grown mulberry buds were very tender, and the spring silkworms were very happy to eat. In just a few days, their skin had turned white. Maybe in a few days, they would really grow into silkworms.

While fiddling with the spring silkworms, Professor Zhao came over. The first thing he said when he entered the door was, "Xiaohao, I will use some of your horse manure, and I will sprinkle a layer into the vegetable field now."

"Okay, just do whatever you want, I have so many here anyway." After Mr. Zhao mentioned this, he remembered that it was time for his backyard to be fertilized. Just in the morning, he had nothing to do, and the two of them started to get busy in the yard.

The land in Professor Zhao's courtyard was small, so they decided to fertilize the small piece of land first.

The crops are all about the fat, and the red rabbits in Liu Junhao's family are a large household. Most of the manure pile in the corner of the courtyard is due to its contribution, which can reach two acres of land. His family has few plots of land, and even if the vegetable fields of the two families are sprinkled with a thick layer, there are still a lot left in the end. Based on the principle of not wasting, he asked Mr. Zhao to sprinkle horse manure under the Chentiao fence. These Chentiao fences have been beaten in less than two years, and have reached a height of forty or fifty centimeters, which has really played the role of the fence.

Looking at the tender branches on the trunk of Chen Thorn, another word popped up in Liu Junhao's mind: Chen Ya. This is a good time to pick Chen Ya. In two days, it will be old.

Although these tender branches are covered with spikes, the thorns are now very soft and do not prick at all. Chenya has a good effect in removing fire. After picking this thing, it is steamed in a pot for more than ten minutes, and then placed in a cool place to dry. Whether it is mixed with sesame oil and cooked in cold cooking, or mixing it in boiling water to make tea. Some people on the street specially purchase it, which costs nearly 100 yuan per pound.

"If you don't say that, I really forgot about this. Wei Dong's wife greeted me during the Chinese New Year, saying that her father wanted to make some Chenya tea. Let's pick more in the past two days, anyway, there are many thorn trees in the yard." So the two of them each took a steamed bun and picked it.

This Chen Tu had been secretly watered with spring water before, so it grew very well. The newly-launched Chen Ya was 17 or 18 cm long and densely covered with tree trunks. According to Professor Zhao's meaning, they should leave some when picking them so that they can continue to grow.

Liu Junhao shook his head and denied it. This Chen Thorn is like Chinese toon, you can't pick it at all. I just picked it before, but when I looked at it the next day, I saw a layer of dense hair on it.

It looked inconspicuous, but in less than ten minutes, the steamed buns in everyone's hands were piled high. Professor Zhao decided to go back to the house and pick them up. It took nearly half an hour for the two to pick a circle of thorns.

After picking, Chen Tsui was thrown into the wooden basin and made up the matter. Seeing that it was still early, he took out the chessboard and set up the chessboard on the side of the road with Mr. Zhao.

As soon as the plate was finished, the two of them were swaying when they heard the sound of motorcycles coming from behind, and then Zhao Guangming's voice sounded: "Liu Junhao, hurry up, the guest is here."

"It's your boy, welcome." He and Professor Zhao hurriedly got up and greeted him.

"This is my buddy, I have a very good relationship. I am a famous eel-raising professional in our city." Zhao Guangming held the motorcycle firmly and introduced it to the people who got off the car behind him.

"You guy, I should blush, and the whole city is famous. Who knows who I am in the town?" Liu Junhao smiled and punched him, and then asked them to sit in the yard.

"Don't be busy, just park the car here. There are other things to do..." Zhao Guangming handed a cigarette and asked, "Xiaohao, are there many old turtles on this river beach? I heard that an old man in your village caught more than 40 with his bare hands a few days ago. Is there anything wrong with this?"

"No," Liu Junhao sighed in his heart, sighing in his heart that the news was so fast that it was reported. What was coming was indeed coming. But the news was too evil. He caught more than 40 people in twenty minutes... and still bare hands? Some people believed this when they said it.
Chapter completed!