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"I went to water it last night." Zhang Yaohua said in a daze.

"So watered? Stop talking nonsense. You didn't dream of watering last night!" Zhang Manyin said with a smile.

How could Zhang Manyin believe that, let alone he didn't believe that Zhang Jiaohua dared to go to such a quiet place in the gardening field alone at night, nor did he believe that Zhang Jiaohua could water all the more than 200 acres of fruit trees in one night. Even a young and strong laborer could not do it in one night. You should know that the reservoirs in the gardening field have dried up and you have to go to a canal of more than one mile to fetch water.

"I really have been poured. If you don't believe me, you will know if you go and see it." Zhang Yaohua had not woken up yet. She consumed a lot last night and didn't know how much nutrients it would take to make up for it.

"It's really watered?" Zhang Manyin went to the gardening farm with a confusion, carrying a load of silt bucket on his shoulder.

Zhang Jiwang also carried a load of silt buckets and walked over, "Manyin, are you going to the gardening farm to help beg for watering flowers?"

"Yes. I just went to shout for flowers, but the guy was still stuck in the bed and refused to get up. He also said that the tree had been watered. Forget it, the flowers were still growing, so let him sleep well. I'll go to the gardening ground to see." A load of silt buckets on Zhang Manyin's shoulder swayed, and a creaking sound was made between the shoulder pole and the collar of the bucket.

"I'll go over and take a look. I drank a lot yesterday and forgot the main business. Today I have to water the roots. Otherwise, there will be a problem with the survival rate." Zhang Jiwang completely regarded the begging business as his own business.

Two people carried buckets to load a load of water in the canal on the side of the road and took it there. This load of water was watered at most a dozen seedlings. A total of tens of thousands of fruit seedlings were planted in the gardening farm of more than 200 acres. If you carry it over one by one, it would take at least more than a thousand loads. Think about it, it would be a big deal. But the old man had the spirit of Yugong moving mountains. No matter whether it was useful or not, he could always save some seedlings after carrying a load of water. It would be a little bit more to save.

"It would be great if you go and get a water pump. You can pump the water into the canal road on the other side of the gardening field and drain it to the reservoir of the gardening field. This way, it will be irrigated quickly." Zhang Jiwang's shoulder pole was bent into a bow shape by a load of more than 100 kilograms of water. When walking, it bounced one by one.

"Yes. Let's take a look first. If you really can't do it, you're trying to find a way." Although Zhang Manyin is in his fifties, he is still able to speak smoothly with a load of more than 100 kilograms.

When we arrived at the gardening field, everything in front of us made Zhang Manyin and Zhang Jiwang widen their eyes.

"Manyin, Beggar really told you that he had already been watered last night? But how did he grow bigger? When we came here just now, we clearly saw that the canal was dry and cracked. How could it be able to pass through the water?" Zhang Jiwang was stunned for a long time before saying.

Zhang Manyin seemed not to hear Zhang Jiwang's words and said blankly, "It's so strange."

In the gardening field, the navel orange saplings seemed to have survived, and there were many small water droplets on the leaves. The soil under the navel orange saplings was still like wet after rain. It seemed that a scent of water could be smelled in the air. This was obviously a sign that it had just rained.

"Is it raining?" Zhang Jiwang whispered, but he quickly denied his conjecture, "It's not like it. It's impossible to just go to the gardening site when it rains."

"Look, look, those tea trees. Brother Jiwang, look at those tea trees." Zhang Manyin pointed at the countless tender buds on the tea tree in surprise. Although it was just a bud tip just now, you should know that the tea water was almost dying when I saw it yesterday. If it weren't for the time being to clean it, these tea trees would have been cleaned up long ago. But now, these tea trees seem to be rejuvenating and have actually grown tender buds again.

"These tea trees are alive! What's going on? Beggar really said that he had watered it?" Zhang Jiwang looked back at Zhang Manyin, hoping to get the exact answer from him.

Zhang Manyin nodded, "Brother Jiwang, this is, don't tell me."

"Don't worry, don't you know who I am?" Zhang Yaohua smiled, "There is only beggar Naidehe (Natehe, can do it) in this gardening field."

"Now that the navel orange tree is planted, the tea tree is alive again. Should we plant tea or navel oranges in the future?" This question made Zhang Manyin difficult. The horticultural field has declined now, not because tea is worthless, but because the scale of tea is getting smaller and smaller, and the cultivation of tea is becoming more and more messy. In the end, it has fallen to the point where it is today, not because tea cannot be sold out. It is because the quality of tea is not getting worse and worse. If the quality of tea can be improved, tea is also a very good economic crop.

"Is this a question? I also need tea leaves and navel oranges. Anyway, one tall and one short, and it won't affect each other at that time." Zhang Jiwang said.

"Looking at the posture, it won't take long to pick a crop of tea." Zhang Manyin looked around. Although the tea tree was in very bad condition, the number of buds this time was not large. Some tea tree buds broke through the ground, and in a short time, this tea tree will regain green again.

"It's not enough to have tea alone, but it's necessary to have a suitable sales route. Otherwise, it's difficult to make money from the tea trees. The gardening farm has been stopped for so many years and has not produced tea, so I'm afraid that the dealers will not delay the acquisition. Even if they come to buy it, they will try their best to lower the price. It's best to ask Director Luo for more information. Director Luo has a wide popularity and may have a good way." Zhang Jiwang is a sensible person.

"That's right. I'll go and talk to the beggar." Zhang Manyin thought about it and said.

The gardening field is filled with mist every day, which is somewhat incompatible with the surrounding environment. After all, there is no fog in this radius of dozens of miles, but this place is foggy. Some villages in Meiziao each have their own opinions on this.

"This must be the beggar used Meishan's spell. Otherwise, after the gardening farm was in the beggar's hands, it would become different from before."

"Yes. This place is like the witches coming in Journey to the West, and there are misty everywhere."

"Have you seen that these tea trees have come alive again. It seems that as long as they are covered by this fog, anything can come alive. You see that the navel orange saplings grow very well. I remember that when I planted trees, the beggars did not even water the roots. I didn't expect that they grew much better than the trees planted by others."

"I've gotten used to this guy's method. This guy will grow up very much in the future."
Chapter completed!