The new book of the burning prairie star

Yang Xiaozhen hugged Yang Biao who was beating people wildly with his fists. He didn't expect that such a thin and weak boy could fight so fiercely when he got angry. "Stop hitting me, Brother Biao. If you keep hitting me like this, you will beat Zi'an to death."

He looked at Yang Zian lying on the ground with contempt on his face. It was really a waste of his height. He was just tall and good-looking. He couldn't even beat Yang Biao, who was much thinner, and yet he still wanted to vent his anger by beating others.

"Don't worry about him, let's go first," Yang Xiaozhen turned to the man selling wine with Yang Zian and said, "Bajin, take good care of Zian for me and don't let him cause any more trouble. The people in the town are not as easy to talk to as Biao Ge'er."

Yang Bajin nodded, "I get it, little uncle. I will take good care of Zi'an and won't let him cause any trouble in this town." After saying that, he helped Yang Zi'an up from the ground and sent him to the clinic to treat his injuries.

"Brother Biao, you need to apply cold water to your face, otherwise it will swell up." When Yang Xiaozhen returned home, he fetched water from the well, soaked a towel in it, and applied it to his beaten face.

"You two uncle and nephew are really something. It's so hot outside, why don't you go inside and rest for a while?" When Zhang heard the noise in the yard, she came out of the house and asked the two men to come in.

"Grandma, it's cool in this yard. I just want to stay here for a while." Yang Biao covered his injured face with a towel. He didn't want to make Zhang worry, and he didn't want her to know about the fight between him and Yang Zian. The palms and backs of your hands are all made of flesh. How can you let her choose?

"Well, Mom, I also like to stay here and have a good chat with Brother Biao." Yang Zhenzhen certainly knew what his nephew was thinking, so he would naturally help cover it up.

"It's really inconvenient for everyone to talk with you in the room." Zhang saw little Zhang chatting with Li in the room, and thought of avoiding suspicion, so she sat down and also wanted to talk to her son and grandson.

"Mom, it's hot outside, let's go inside quickly." Yang Xiaozhen was shocked. His mother is old, and if she gets sick from the heat, it will be a big disaster.

"Grandma, when the weather gets colder, I will bring mom and my brother and sister-in-law to visit you," Yang Biao said with a smile. There is no need to rush to chat. "My house in the village is almost finished. I will use the car to pick you up to warm up my house."

"Okay, okay." When Zhang heard that her grandson wanted to invite her to warm the house for his new home, she was very happy and clapped her hands in approval.

"Mom, come into the house."

"Grandma, please come into the house quickly." The uncle and nephew urged Zhang in unison.

After saying that, the two looked at each other again and immediately laughed, "Well, I'll go back to the house after I finish this bowl of water." After Zhang slowly drank the water in the bowl, she put the bowl on the stone slab, then got up and went back to the house.

"Mom, the weather is hot, let's go back to the county town early. I'm afraid the city gates will be closed at night. We have to set up a stall at the dock tomorrow." Yang Biao shouted into the house. He couldn't stay here for too long, otherwise the wound on his face would be discovered sooner or later, and it would cause another round of trouble.

"Oh, okay, I'll be right out." Hearing her eldest son say this, little Zhang didn't dare to stay any longer and hurriedly said goodbye to her mother-in-law. Li was in poor health and had already gone back to her room to rest.

"Brother Biao, when you have nothing to do, bring your mother to see grandma." Zhang instructed Yang Biao. Seeing that he had a towel covering his head, she didn't think much about it, thinking that it was probably because the weather was too hot and he was using it to block the sun.

"Okay, I understand, grandma. It's hot, you should go inside." Yang Biao covered his face with the towel, worried that the wind would blow it away.

"Mom, please take good care of yourself. Remember to eat the things that Biao'er gave you as a gift as soon as possible. The weather is hot and these things don't last long. Don't keep them. We will come to see you next time." Zhang held little Zhang's hand tightly. How could time pass so quickly? They hadn't talked enough.

"Grandma, let me give you a taste of this." Yang Lin took the food Yang Biao gave him and stuffed it directly into Zhang's mouth, smiling cutely, "Grandma, is it delicious?"

"Well, what my grandson gave me is really delicious." Zhang let go of little Zhang's hand and wanted to take the thing stuffed in her mouth out to see what delicious it was.

"Grandma, don't put your hands in your mouth. It's dirty." Yang Lin stopped Zhang's hand from trying to take the food out of her mouth. "When we come back, I'll give you food."

"Okay, okay." Upon hearing this, Zhang smiled like Maitreya Buddha, and was extremely happy.

"Mom, please go into the house first. I have something else to do and need to go out for a while. I guess I will be home very late today, so you don't have to wait for me for dinner." Yang Biao sent Xiao Zhang to the door of her house, asked them to get off the car, and drove to the farm on the eastern outskirts of the city.

"Master Yan, are the materials I asked you to collect ready?" As soon as Yang Biao arrived at the farm, he asked Master Yan who came to greet him.

Yan Zhuangtou was originally named Yan Yuan. He had been a servant of the young master of the master's family since he was a child. When the young master grew up and became the head of the family, he was promoted to steward. Because another young master of the original owner's family offended the son of a powerful official, he was sentenced to confiscation of property and exile, and the servants in the mansion were also dispersed and sold by the government. He was bought by Boss Wang, and because he could read and do accounting, he became the steward of this farm and remarried and had children.

"Let your master know that I have prepared everything according to your instructions." Yan Zhuangtou bowed to Yang Biao with a very respectful attitude, "What's wrong with your face?"

"Oh, it's okay, just do your own thing."

"This needs to be applied with ice, but there is no ice here. We can only use freshly drawn well water." Yan Zhuangtou hurriedly asked someone to fetch water from the well.

"Master, put this on your face." Yan Zhuangtou wrung out the towel soaked in well water and handed it to Yang Biao. He saw the wound on Yang Biao's face, which was obviously caused by a beating, but since the master didn't say anything, he couldn't ask. After all, he was just a servant and couldn't control his master's affairs. He might also annoy the master because of his talkativeness.

He just wanted his family to continue living a good life on this farm, and that the children he had born over the years would not be separated and sold by the government. He was old and really could not bear it again.

"Master Yan, you're welcome. Please take me to see the place." Yang Biao took the towel and applied it to the injured area.

"Okay, follow me, sir." Yan Zhuangtou took Yang Biao to an open space.

"Master, these are the animal feces, straw, fallen leaves, etc. that you asked us to collect nearby, as well as some garbage from the servants' lives on this farm." Yan Zhuangtou introduced the chopped materials on the ground to Yang Biao.

"Well, you did a good job. You can cut them into smaller pieces." Yang Biao took a look and asked them to cut the materials into smaller pieces. "The smaller the pieces, the better."

Yesterday he asked the heads of two farms to gather everyone to collect animal manure, straw, weeds, fallen leaves and all other organic materials that could be collected nearby, and then asked them to chop all these materials into small pieces. The smaller the pieces, the easier it is to decompose.

"I've got it all done." After having the materials chopped into smaller pieces, Yan Zhuangtou came over to report to Yang Biao.

"Well, go get some water to sprinkle on these materials."

"Okay, I'll ask someone to fetch some water right away."

Yang Biao asked the farm workers to spread all the materials flat and then sprinkle water into them. "Don't sprinkle water randomly. The water you sprinkle needs to be enough to form a ball like mine, but not dripping." Yang Biao grabbed a handful of materials sprinkled with water and told the farm workers how much water to sprinkle on the materials to make them breathable and moist. Then sprinkle rice bran in and stir evenly. Make ridges and turn the pile until the temperature of the pile reaches more than 50 degrees. Then turn it again. Wait until the temperature of the compost reaches more than 50 degrees. You can turn it over and repeat the process. This process takes about a month. The organic fertilizer made has no irritating odor, feels fluffy and soft, and can be used to fertilize the fields.