Chapter 124 Secretly

Man Bao stretched out his finger and stabbed Shirou Lang's back, and Shirou Lang moved forward without moving.

Man Bao poked harder, and Shirou continued to take a step forward, still squatting and not moving.

Full of anger, he stretched out his hand and pushed him directly. Chuu Lang didn't expect her to be so strong, so she fell to the ground in one fell swoop.

Zhou Xi and the others who were doing housework looked at him, and Man Bao stretched out his small fist and slapped him on the lower back. Chu Chulang had no choice but to go forward and said with a blushing face, "Sister-in-law three, today's round. Is it time for you to clean the chicken coop?"

"Yes what's the matter?"

"I'll clean it up," said Thursday Lang. "I'll clean the chicken coop in the future. I have nothing to do anyway."

When did the fourth child work so hard?

He looked at him suspiciously.

Seeing that he didn't speak again, Man Bao hurried up to say for him, "Sister-in-law three, brother-four said that he was too busy, but sister-in-law and eldest sisters are so busy every day, so I leave the dirty work at home to him. All right."

He glanced at Zhou Xi who was standing beside him, thought he understood, and said happily: "Okay, the fourth child will be considerate, it seems that he has really grown up."

Not only Mrs. He, but Mrs. Qian and Mrs. Feng felt that Shirou did this to share a little bit for Zhou Xi, because it would be Zhou Xi's turn to clean the chicken coop tomorrow.

Even Zhou Xi thought so. She glanced at the fourth child and felt a little relieved, but she didn't say anything in front of her sister-in-law and siblings.

Chu Chulang exhaled and immediately went to get a broom to clean the chicken coop. Seeing Man Bao standing far away, he raised the broom and glared at her.

Thursday Lang cleaned the chicken coop, spread a layer of straw inside, and took the garbage out here.

He looked left and right, and when he saw no one noticed, he emptied half of the rubbish from the chicken coop into his own compost pile, and the rest into a dirty bamboo basket. He stuffed the dry grass and rotten leaves that had been prepared earlier on the basket to cover it, then picked up the bamboo basket and ran to his wasteland.

Man Bao had been waiting for a long time, and Wu and Saturday Lang took the big head and they swept out a lot of dead leaves and mud from the forest. The mud was thrown directly into it, and the dead leaves were placed on a wooden board and slashed with a knife a few times and thrown down.

The three brothers stirred with thick sticks, poured water, and covered the pit with a prepared straw cover according to Manbao's requirements, and put a lot of dry grass on top to keep warm.

Thuro was skeptical, "Is this all it takes?"

"Not yet. In the future, you will have to add things to it every day. Fourth brother, you must remember to clean the chicken coop every day."

Thursday Lang slumped his shoulders and said, "If Dad knew that I stole the chicken dung from the house, he would definitely beat me to death."

"No," Man Bao comforted him, "Dad never cares about the chicken coop. He won't doubt it. If you're afraid, just dig some soil from the mountain and throw it in, so that Daddy won't find out."

Thursday Lang thought it was a good idea, he and the old five and the sixth looked at each other and began to secretly do things.

Man Bao was planned. He would steal half of it in one day and fill it with soil. Dad shouldn't have found out, but who knew that Thursday was getting more and more greedy. After a few days, he found that no one at home was paying attention, so he secretly stole it. I dump all the rubbish I cleaned into my own compost pile, and all that is left for my compost pile is the mud dug out of the mountains.

Old Zhoutou didn't find it at first, but in February, Zhou Dalang and Zhou Zhoulang plowed out the fields for raising the seedlings. They would go off on a good day, so he took a look at the fat at home. It doesn't matter if you look at it, you find that there is a large layer of soil next to it.

Although the soil looked better than the river mud, he had never dug mud other than the river mud. He was very careful. He found that the fertilizer this year was much less than last year.

Old Zhou turned his head in a fit of rage. In the countryside, it was for a sip of water, and a spoonful of fat could make the whole family fight. His first instinct was that someone was stealing the fat from his family, so he walked home angrily, asking three questions. Daughter-in-law, how do they look after the house, even if the fat is taken away, I don't know.

When Man Bao hopped home with a small bookcase on his back, he saw Shirou was kneeling on the ground. The yard was very quiet, and there was no one there.

Man Bao stopped for a while, went to pick up Man Bao, and looked inside cautiously. Then the two children crept in, and walked to Chuu Lang and probed into the main room.

Thursday Lang lifted his eyelids and glanced at her, and said, "Don't look, no one is here."

Man Bao breathed a sigh of relief, and then had time to ask him, "Fourth brother, what bad things have you done again?"

"I didn't do anything too bad, I just stole the fat from the family."

Man Bao felt guilty for a moment and asked in a low voice, "Is it discovered by my parents?"

"Well, Dad asked me to wait for you at home. When you come back, I'll take you to see him." So Thursday Lang got up and left with Man Bao.

Man Bao was a little short, so he picked him up, and hurriedly hugged his arm and shouted, "I want to go by myself!"

Most of the Zhou family were in the fat pit on the other side of the wasteland. The old Zhoutou was very angry at first, and his son and daughter even stole the family's fat. Don't you know that this is related to the harvest of the year?

So he took the three eldest sons to get the fat back. When he got there, as soon as he lifted the lid, a burst of heat came over the surface, and they almost vomited.

But the old Zhoutou quickly came back to his senses, smelled the smell in the air, and got a little excited.

Even Zhou Dalang was a little surprised.

He is also a good farmer. Since he was nineteen years old, he and his father have been composting the fat in the family. Of course, he knows what kind of fat is good.

What does it smell like, what does it look like...

When Thursday Lang came with Man Bao, Lao Zhoutou and the others only shoveled out a shovel, and then put the lid back on.

Chuu Lang and Man Bao came over with their heads lowered, thinking that they would be scolded head-on, but Old Zhou Tou pulled his daughter to him and asked kindly, "Man Bao, listen to Wu Lang, you taught me this fat. , is it still written in the book?"

Man Bao secretly looked at her father, and felt that he was not angry, so he got up, nodded, put down the bookcase, and found the book from inside to show her father.

Old Zhou's hands were a little dirty, so he didn't dare to pick up the book. He just let Man Bao open it and let him take a look. He was illiterate, but it didn't affect him looking at the words in the book in awe.

He sighed and said, "It's really good to read. I didn't expect that even the fat in the book would be written. Come on, tell Dad, what does it say?"

There are many methods of composting written here, but they are all basically the same, the only difference is the requirements for materials, and some requirements for temperature have changed.

Of course, Man Bao couldn't do a complete copy either, because she didn't have the shed written on the tree, nor the warming bag written on the book, but Man Bao was not stupid. He knew that the temperature of the compost should be kept warm, so she thought about covering the fertilizer with grass. The pit was covered, and she planned to set a fire if the temperature was not enough.

Well, it is also written in this book, commonly known as burning dung, but this requires too much, and Man Bao himself still doesn't understand it very well, so he doesn't plan to do it for the time being.