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After walking out of the yard with a hoe in hand, Fang Cuihua whispered, "Your grandma went to the temple this time to ask for a peace amulet for you, and she also plans to ask a Bodhisattva to come back."

"What?"

Guangdan scratched his ears in disbelief, with a weird expression on his face showing his shock.

“Please ask a Bodhisattva to come back???”

This was really the first time he heard that the Bodhisattva could be brought home! He quickly turned his mind back.

"You look stupid. If you offer more incense, you can ask for a smaller one from the temple. Your grandmother said that she will serve the Buddha at home morning and night from now on."

There was some happiness in Fang Cuihua's words. She was somewhat touched by her mother-in-law's idea because she herself had never thought of this.

By then, the Bodhisattva will see that he is serving so sincerely and diligently and will bless Guangdan more.

At this moment, Guangdan’s understanding was, is this like spending money to buy a clay Buddha from the temple and bring it back to worship?

But when I thought about the costume dramas I watched in the past, where the old ladies from wealthy families had small Buddhist temples in their own yards specifically for worshiping Buddha, I suddenly understood a little.

After all, this is also a reflection of grandma's love for her family.

Guangdan naturally did not follow Fang Cuihua to the fields, but went straight to the paddy fields. He wanted to see how the fish in his rice fields were doing.

It was difficult to see the fish in the field while standing on the ridge, so Guangdan had to go down the ridge and feel around in the mud. After a long time, he finally caught one with great difficulty.

The fish is now as big as an adult's palm. Guangdan is very satisfied. He picks up the fish and puts it in the wooden barrel on the edge of the field.

Then I picked up some snails. My ducklings and geese grew faster than those of other families in the village after eating snail meat.

This has also led to all the children in the village being forced by their families to go out and find snails to feed the ducks, which has suddenly made the snail resources in the village tight.

Guangdan was very upset. He had recently taken the little ones to dig earthworms. He felt that his breeding business was still somewhat difficult. Now his best wish was to wait for the chicks to lay eggs.

After feeding the ducks and geese, Guangdan went for a stroll on the mountain, where there were beets planted by Lin Daniu and herbs that Guangdan transplanted from the mountain himself.

In his eyes, no matter which one it is, it is a money-making tool, so it cannot be careless. Basically, Guangdan will come to check every few days, mainly to pull out weeds.

Last time I brought some wood ash from under the stove, I almost got beaten by Fang Cuihua again, which resulted in me being unable to use the eggs for fertilizer, and the wood ash farmyard manure was simply not enough at home.

Standing on the edge of the mountain, Guangdan looked at the quiet Linjia Village in the sun not far away, and felt as if he was in a picture of a mountain village. He sighed, picked up his small hoe and started digging a hole in the open space next to the beet field.

If you don't have farm manure, you can make your own compost. According to my superficial knowledge of agronomy, composting means digging a hole, then putting leaves in it, piling it into a small mound, covering it with a thin layer of soil, and waiting for the leaves to ferment in high temperature and humidity.

That’s right, he is so shallow. When he was still Lin Xiaoxi, he would accompany his grandmother to dig a small hole in the vegetable garden and pour dead vegetables into it. His grandmother said that this would fertilize the soil.

So he decided to give it a try. It didn't cost any money anyway, just pure labor cost.

These days, labor is the least valuable, and he was a little kid with poor labor, so it took Guangdan half a day to finish the simple composting job.

I was inexplicably excited when I got home. As soon as I got home, I saw three people writing in the main room. Although my cousin did not make rapid progress after coming to Linjia Village, he was also very optimistic.

This little guy Goumao is obviously just like a normal child. He doesn't like to study. How can a normal child like to study?

Goudan is not normal, but Gumao is a normal kid, okay? This also makes Uncle and Aunt very worried.

"Guangdan, you're back!" Goudan is still very nice to his second brother.

"Well, Goudan, are there a lot of books in our village private school?" Guangdan took a small stool and sat next to Goudan and asked in a low voice.

"Well, the teacher said that our private school has a very rich foundation, otherwise the children from the surrounding villages would not come here. Many books are not available in the town. The teacher also said that when my handwriting is improved, I will copy some of the books in the private school and sell them in the county town."

Goudan couldn't help but raise his chin as he spoke, as if he could make money by copying books tomorrow.

Guangdan would naturally not discourage the little guy's enthusiasm for making money. How could a man born in a farming family be a scholar who is out of touch with worldly affairs? Understanding the suffering of the lower class people is the first wealth that Goudan has gained.

"Then ask the teacher if he has any books on agronomy. I'd like to take a look." Goudan said with an expectant look on his face.

"Okay, I'll go ask tomorrow, but the teacher said that the book on herbal medicine must be returned. The teacher is worried that you might damage the book." Goudan said a little embarrassedly.

"Okay, then tell the teacher to return the book on medicinal herbs and borrow a book on agronomy." As Guangdan said this, he became excited.

Although Guangdan did not memorize this herbal book thoroughly, he still wrote down the basic appearance of the herbs. He was not planning to become a doctor, so he did not spend much time studying the medicinal properties and effects.

He just needs to know the appearance of the herbs, their growing environment and their habits.

"Well, if you have any words you don't know, you can ask me." Goudan said, pursing his lips a little embarrassedly, and continued, "If I don't know them, I'll ask the teacher again."

"Well, our Goudan is a very good boy. Just write big characters well. Don't worry about the paper. You can go to the county town to buy some more later." With that, Guangdan got up and went to his room.

He took out a thin thread-bound notebook from a shabby little wooden box, found a thin brush, and ran out again.

Once again, I feel that grandpa’s plan to add another house is correct. Since there are children studying at home, we must have a study room!

Guangdan wet the brush with water and then dipped it in the ink in the inkstone. Then he placed the brush on the inkstone and began to look through his own account book carefully.

Goudan stretched his head over to take a look, nodded his head in appreciation and said, "Guangdan, look at how good your handwriting is. If you are willing to spend time on reading, you will definitely be very good."

"Don't flatter me. Don't you feel guilty for saying such things? Look at your handwriting, and then look at mine! How can you say that!!"

Guangdan placed his account book next to the paper on which Goudan was writing. This is really the case that there is no harm without comparison. Once you compare, there is only harm.

Goudan puffed up his cheeks stubbornly and said, "You haven't practiced calligraphy. It's amazing that you can write like this. I practice calligraphy every day and can only reach this level. The teacher said I'm still far from it!"