After the cannon fodder father and daughter married into the family, the whole family regretted it

"Uncle village chief, why would I lie to you? Is the matter of food something to joke about?" Fang Tong frowned. Is he such a dishonest person?

"You'll find out if you come with me to the fields."

Fang Tong pulled the old man away.

The old man's legs were not very flexible and one of his shoes fell off when he was pulled by him.

"Etc., etc."

The old village chief was putting on his shoes while calling his granddaughter out of the house.

Let Chunhua call several experienced farmers in the village to go to the fields.

Chunhua cried out "Ah" and ran away.

Seeing that the old village chief hadn't put on his shoes for a long time, Fang Tong simply squatted down to help him.

Then, without waiting for the old village chief's consent, he forcibly picked up the person and ran away.

The old village chief said: "Slow down, slow down, you don't have your walking stick!"

After a while, several old men came to the wheat field.

Someone touched the wheat leaves and said, "Where is it yellow? I can't see it."

"What can you see with that look in your eyes?" another old man said with disgust.

This old guy's eyesight has been poor for two or three years. He can't tell the difference between people and dogs beyond one meter. How could he still come to see the wheat?

"This wheat is short. Maybe the fertilizer was not applied properly. It grows slowly, but it doesn't necessarily mean it's sick." The old village chief looked at Fang Tong eagerly.

It seems that once he agrees, there will be no problem with the wheat.

Fang Tong sighed, "I read in a book about a disease called jaundice. This spring, the weather got hot early here, and we've had a lot of rain, so wheat is more susceptible to this disease."

"Tongzi, that's not right. Isn't more rain a good thing? It doesn't become a disaster." An old man frowned.

Fang Tong didn't explain further and continued, "Jaundice, that's it."

He raised the wheat in his hand.

"The leaves will turn green, and soon yellow spots will appear, and then they will become more and more. The wheat roots will be short and will not grow tall."

"If we don't take care of it, the yield will be reduced by 80% when the harvest comes."

What!

The old men seemed to understand other things, but if the yield was reduced by 80%, wouldn’t their winter wheat be planted in vain?

"Really? Tongzi, this is not a good thing to say. What kind of book are you reading?"

"I looked, and there really are yellow spots on the leaves."

"I remember that more than 20 years ago, our wheat harvest in the surrounding area was poor. We barely managed to harvest the seeds. At that time, all the leaves turned yellow."

"Yes, yes, that's what happened. A high-ranking official even came to see me and said it was some kind of yellow disease and that I was just unlucky."

The people present were all quite old, and they all remembered it after being reminded.

The old men all looked unhappy.

"Tongzi, are you sure it's the same as that time?"

Fang Tong: He’s not sure. He was still a child at that time and doesn’t remember anything.

"Of course it's the same. How could Tongzi be wrong? How can we cure this disease?"

When he didn't say anything, other old men spoke for him.

"Village chief, why don't you report this to the county government?"

"Okay, I'll go there in the afternoon, but it's no use even if I report it, right? The county government can't do anything about it, right?" The old village chief's brows were so furrowed that they could almost pinch a fly to death. Even the high-ranking officials at that time couldn't do anything about it.

"Why don't we offer sacrifices to our ancestors and ask for their blessings?"

"Alright, let Tongzi take the lead. Everyone says he's blessed, and maybe his ancestors will appreciate him too."

A group of old men were talking at once.

Fang Tong was speechless again. He and they did not have the same ancestor. Whose ancestor didn't care about his own descendants but cared about outsiders?

He cleared his throat and said, "Uncles, listen to me."

"You can worship your ancestors and pray to God, and that's all fine. But we can't just sit there and watch. If we discover something early, we have to deal with it early."

"This wheat is sick, just like human illness. Early detection and early treatment will lead to recovery."

"Tongzi, do you have a solution? Is it written in the book?" The old village chief's eyes sparkled and he immediately grasped the key point.

The other old men also watched eagerly.

Farming is not easy. Planting seeds, weeding, fertilizing, and irrigating are all tiring tasks.

Now that the wheat has finally grown, they don’t want to see it ruined.

"It's indeed written in the book, but I haven't tried it, so I don't know if it works." Fang Tong told the truth.

"It definitely works. How can what's written in the book be false?"

"Whether it works or not, we don't have any other options. We might as well let the copper coins try."

"Yes, I saw it a long time ago. Tongzi is a good farmer."

A few old men were talking to each other.

The old village chief raised his hand and pressed them to be quiet.

He thought for a moment and said, "Tongzi, you do it. I'll call a meeting with everyone and let them all listen."

"If it really can cure Maizi, that would be great. If it doesn't work, it's just bad luck for us. You did your best, and we appreciate it."

As expected of the village chief, he is very experienced.

He immediately saw what Fang Tong lacked the most and what he was worried about.

With his two sentences as a warning, Fang Tong agreed with confidence.

There was no time to chat any more, as he had to drive the carriage back to the city.

He remembered that the book said the most effective method was to spray a certain medicine, but they didn't have that medicine. He wondered if the system had it or if his daughter could make it.

In short, I have to ask my daughter for help.

The old men didn't know what he was thinking and thought the book was in the capital, so he was busy looking for it.

The village chief did not waste any time and immediately called together all the villagers, young and old, to discuss business.

He emphasized it.

Now the wheat is sick and no one can do anything about it. Fang Tong is thinking of everyone and feels sorry for how hard it is for everyone to farm, so he is willing to give it a try.

But the method is written in the book, and Fang Tong is forced to do it. He has never done it before. If it doesn't work, it will be the end of us.

Maybe God is in a bad mood this year and wants to be angry, so no one can blame Fang Tong! On the contrary, you should thank him.

If he hadn't discovered something was wrong, everyone might not have been able to get the seeds back.

"I understand, Uncle Village Chief, we are not ungrateful people." Cheng Dafu took the lead in shouting.

"Yes, Tongzi is thinking about you all. We know that he found the yams and chestnuts and other things before and told you all about them, didn't he?"

"We know what's good and what's bad, don't worry, Village Chief."

Many people followed suit and expressed their opinions.

Only Mrs. Lu curled her lips, thinking that everyone was hypocritical.

Seeing that Fang Tong had become successful and capable, they rushed to curry favor with him.

"I don't know what's going on. I think the wheat is fine, but it's a little short. Maybe it will be fine if it grows a little taller."

She grumbled softly, but the old village chief heard it.

"Lu family, what are you talking about? Several village elders and I have checked, and there is something wrong with the wheat."

Mrs. Lu wasn't intimidated by being called out. She put her hands on her hips and said, "What's the problem? What's the problem with yellow? I've never heard of it. What's the big deal about the wheat being shorter? There wasn't enough rain before, so it couldn't grow tall."

"Everyone, please don't be fooled by those with ulterior motives. Who knows what Fang Tong is planning to do? What if all the wheat is ruined..."