The new book of the burning prairie star

"Brother, have you bought Wang's Cloth Shop?" Yang Xiaohua stayed in Huanxi Restaurant, waiting for her brother to come back and pick her up. When she heard what Manager Liu said, she asked him in disbelief.

"Well, come on, I'll take you to see our new shop." Yang Biao happily took his sister to the new store.

"Wow, it's so big and beautiful!" Yang Xiaohua stood outside the store and looked inside before entering, "Does it really belong to us?" She felt like she was dreaming, why was it so unreal.

"Here?" Boss Wang looked at the brother and sister with a smile, then turned to look at the employees of the cloth shop, "These are my old friends who have been with me for decades. I hope Boss Yang can continue to employ them."

"As long as you are hardworking and diligent, I welcome you to continue working here." Yang Biao saw those people in the store stop their work and look at him, so he promised everyone that there would be no problem continuing to work here, and he was willing to keep them as long as they were honest and worked diligently.

"From now on, Boss Yang will be the new owner of this cloth shop. All of you come over and let the new owner introduce you to everyone." Boss Wang called everyone over. If it weren't for Yang Biao's friendly face and the fact that he was introduced by Manager Liu, he would have been worried about the future lives of these old employees after the cloth shop was transferred. So he would rather ask for less transfer fee and ensure that the old employees can continue to have jobs in this cloth shop, so that their future lives will be settled.

"Boss, my surname is Xu, my name is Junmu, and I'm the owner of this cloth shop." A fat man was the first to step forward and introduce himself to Yang Biao.

Yang Biao saw that he was in his thirties, with small eyes and a smiling face. He made a good first impression. After all, laughing is always better than crying. No wonder sweet girls are more popular in the modern entertainment industry. It seems that no matter in ancient times or modern times, everyone likes people who love to laugh.

"Xu Junmu has been working in this cloth shop for more than 20 years?" Boss Wang asked him.

"I have been an apprentice since I was thirteen years old, and have worked in this cloth shop for twenty-six years." If I hadn't counted it, I wouldn't have known how fast time has passed. When I first came here, I was still a small boy. Shopkeeper Xu was filled with emotion.

The remaining people came forward one by one and were introduced. After Yang Biao recognized them, he asked them to perform their respective duties and tell them what they did before and what they should continue to do.

"Xiaohua, I bought the cloth shop, don't tell anyone else yet." Yang Biao reminded Yang Xiaohua when he was going home. It's better to be cautious than to show off your wealth.

"Can't you tell mom too?" Yang Xiaohua looked at her brother and asked in surprise.

"Yes, when mom's birthday comes, we'll coax her to the county town and give her a surprise then." Yang Biao told Yang Xiaohua about his plan, "During this period of time, don't be so talkative or you'll let me know."

"Brother, look at what you said. I'm eleven years old, not a three-year-old child. I can't keep a secret." Yang Xiaohua was very dissatisfied when she heard her brother say that she was a big mouth.

"Mom, we have to cut them into small pieces so that we can save time and ferment faster." Yang Biao said as he did it.

Earlier, he asked Xiao Zhang to collect the leftover pear cores, peels, and some kitchen waste, and put the peanut shells and egg shells in separate containers. The containers were placed in an unused large vat and sealed with a lid to prevent mosquitoes from entering and maggots from growing later.

Today, I saw that the amount collected was almost enough, so I chopped them up, poured in rice bran and stirred evenly, then poured in soil in a 1:1 ratio and stirred evenly, crushed peanut shells and poured them into the stirred soil, crushed egg shells and added them in, stirred evenly, and put them all in a large vat, then put a layer of pure soil, and compacted it carefully so that the stirred soil underneath could not be exposed. The large vat is very heavy, so I made it directly in the yard, and then put it in the sun. The temperature of the sun will increase the temperature of the kitchen waste in the closed soil, releasing heat and fermenting the kitchen waste.

"Just leave it there to dry?" Qin Xiaoran asked him, "Don't we need to worry about it?" Little Zhang looked at her elder son in confusion. This was not the way they made compost at home before. The compost smelled really bad, but it was useful for the vegetables and crops. Was the composting described in the book really that simple?

"If it rains, it must be covered. Not a single drop of water can enter the vat."

"Then let's cover it with something before we go to bed to prevent anyone from noticing when it rains." Little Zhang suggested, "Apart from covering it with rain, do we really not need to worry about anything else?"

"Well, wait ten days and then come back to turn the soil in the jar evenly. After spreading it out to dry the moisture inside, you can mix it into the field to plant vegetables and crops." The weather is hot now, and it usually takes about half a month to successfully ferment the fertilizer. In winter, the temperature is low, and it may take up to one to two months to successfully ferment the fertilizer.

"Mom, Xiaoran, I have something to do and I'm going to see my uncle the head of the village." Yang Biao remembered what the head of the village said yesterday about making compost. He had asked the workers of the homestead to help him dig two big pits in the wasteland he bought. They were not deep, only about one meter.

Yang Biao was driving a car with two wooden barrels on it, which contained rice washing water that Xiao Zhang had kept for the past few days. He called the village head and drove to his homestead together.

"Brother Biao, can rice water plus fallen leaves really be used to make fertilizer?" Yang Jinxue was laying bricks and saw Yang Biao pouring rice water on the fallen leaves. He couldn't help but wonder.

"Pa," he said, "Why did Dad hit me?" Yang Jinxue felt aggrieved. He was almost forty years old, yet he was still being beaten by his father.

"How many times have I told you? Talk less and watch more, talk less and watch more, you won't learn your lesson!" The village head glared at the youngest boy in annoyance, saying that he had grown old but didn't know how to study more.

"You need to fluff up the leaves, knead them, and then slowly press them down to make them compact. Then cover them with thick straw and oilcloth and wait for them to rot." Yang Biao said as he demonstrated. The straw and oilcloth are used to isolate the air. This process is not easy. "Wait seven days until the leaves have rotted and turned black before turning them over."

"Is this how we can make fertilizer?" The head of the village had never heard of this method of making fertilizer.

"After that, every fourteen days, we turn the leaves over evenly, spread out straw, and cover them with tarpaulin. After about forty-nine days, when the leaves have all rotted, we can dig them out, spread them out to dry, and use the dried leaves to mix with the soil in the field in a one-to-one ratio to plant the crops."

"There are a lot of fallen leaves in the woods, so we don't have to collect feces. That stuff is really stinky." Although he was beaten by his father just now, Yang Jinxue was still very happy. His home and vegetable garden would no longer stink.

"The smell of rotten leaves when dried in the sun is the same as shit." Yang Biao broke his beautiful dream and told him the fact that the rotten leaves would still stink when dried in the sun.

"It's okay. It doesn't matter if it smells a little. It would be abnormal if it didn't smell." The head of the village was worried that if the fertilizer didn't smell at all, how could it be considered fermented fertilizer? Now that it smells, there is no need to worry.

Yang Biao knew that farmers in ancient times believed that bad smells indicated that the fertilizer contained high nitrogen content, so the smellier it was, the better the fertilizer. But he had only a limited understanding of this knowledge, so how could he explain it to the head of the village? Since there was no other way, he might as well keep quiet.