Xu Fuqiang was still busy opening up the mountain, but he didn't expect Lao Li to call him and say he wanted to come to his house to drink some water, so he had to rush over. After exchanging pleasantries, he asked directly: "Lao Li, you've drunk the water, is there anything else you want to do? I'm so busy today, I'm really sorry."

Seeing that the other party had asked, Lao Li got straight to the point: "I just saw that your family grows good vegetables and can sell them at a good price, so I wanted to learn from you. My daughter said that your vegetables are in short supply, and I have a hundred acres of watermelon fields, and I want to grow some vegetables to sell later."

He thought that if the Xu family sold it for 200 yuan, even if his watermelons were not as good as Xu's, but he could sell it for 100 yuan per pound, there would definitely be people who would come to buy it. This money would be much more profitable than selling watermelons.

"Fuwang Farm" is very popular on the Internet. From the shipping address, we know that the owner is in a small county called Meicheng in the south.

The Xu family's vegetables were packaged in new packaging, with the words "Fuwang Farm" clearly visible on the packaging. Gradually, villagers passing by saw it and spread the word, saying that the Xu family had leased a mountain and was going to build a farm, and called it "Fuwang Farm."

In this village, any news will spread everywhere.

From big things like a boy bringing his girlfriend back home, to small things like a dog having sex outside and giving birth to puppies, all the puppies grow up to be fat and strong.

Therefore, the news that the vegetables grown by the Xu family cost two hundred yuan per kilogram spread quickly and became known to everyone in the past few days.

Xu Fuqiang said: "This is how we grow vegetables. Raising seedlings and sowing seeds is no different from normal planting."

This is how he looked down upon Zhi, and usually he and Yanmei didn't have to worry about him.

Lao Li asked carefully: "I heard that you don't use pesticides or fertilizers, so what fertilizer do you use? How often do you use it?"

Xu Fuqiang said: "We haven't used any fertilizer yet, we just rely on the fertility of the land itself."

"How is that possible, Lao Xu? We have been friends for so many years. Every year when I sell watermelons, I ask you to help me so that I can make money. You can't disown me as your brother just because you have money." Lao Li didn't believe it. It would be impossible to sell vegetables for two hundred yuan per pound without some special trick. Most likely it was because of the good fertilizer.

Xu Fuqiang said honestly: "I really didn't give them any fertilizer. These vegetables are usually taken care of by Qingzhi."

Seeing that Xu Fuqiang was determined not to tell him the truth, Old Li said angrily, "Xu Fuqiang, you made money by growing vegetables but didn't bring your brothers with you. I've really opened my eyes today. I'm asking you this to give you face. Don't be shameless."

What was Xu Fuqiang like before? He was dark and skinny, and Old Li never looked up to him.

Now that he is rich, has more flesh on his face and is stronger, he starts to act like a decent human being and puts on airs.

Old Li snorted coldly.

Xu Qingzhi stepped forward and said slowly, "Uncle Li, I grew these vegetables, and my dad really doesn't know the details. Besides, you ask my dad to help you sell watermelons every year, and you pay him 60 yuan a day, not even including meals. Normally, you pay 200 yuan to hire someone to sell watermelons, and my dad also rejected other watermelon farmers for you, so don't say such harsh words."

"The adults are talking, so why should a little girl like you have the right to speak, you uneducated bastard." Old Li was unhappy when he couldn't get the secret of making money by growing vegetables, and his tone of voice became aggressive.

Xu Fuqiang originally felt that since he had known Lao Li for so many years, he would continue to treat him as a friend even though he could feel that the other party looked down on him in the past.

But at this moment, he stiffened his neck and said, "Li Xiong, who are you scolding? Who can you scold my daughter?"

"Hmph, it's just that you have some money now, why are you so proud? You'd better be rich all your life, but don't fall into poverty one day and make a fool of yourself. What a joke!" After Li Xiong roared, he spat on the ground and walked away.

Xu Fuqiang was so angry that his breathing became heavier. He put his hands on his waist. He was used to being honest and dutiful, and he didn't even know how to curse. He turned around and looked at his daughter, comforting her: "Just treat his words as farts, don't take it to heart."

"Dad, I'm fine." Xu Qingzhi shook his head.

Not long after Li Xiong left angrily, he received a call from his daughter asking about it. He sighed, "I didn't ask. He lied to me and said that fertilizers were useless and that he didn't use pesticides or chemical fertilizers. He also said that it was his daughter who was planting the crops. How could his daughter, with her skinny arms and legs, plant the crops?"

He tilted his head and saw a fresh pile of bird shit! He looked up and saw a group of egrets flying over his head.

He cursed casually: "Stinky bird!"

Suddenly, another piece of bird shit brushed across his face.

He looked up again and saw a group of egrets gathered above his head. It was really weird. Could it be that the birds could understand him scolding them?

He ran away quickly, but his head, arms, body and face were covered as if they had been rained with bird shit.

Li Xiong ran away in a panic, cursing, "Damn it, these stinky birds are so fucking capable." -Xu Qingzhi realized that her method of growing vegetables in the world of immortal cultivation was to let the spiritual energy array and diluted spiritual spring water nourish them.

Now, I am in my hometown.

If you add some farm manure, the dishes will actually taste better.

These cute little sprouts live a fairy-like life just by absorbing the spiritual wind and drinking the spiritual spring water. They taste really spiritual, but it’s not quite there. If they were given some fertilizer to ground them, the taste would definitely be more substantial.

"Dad, didn't you compost our chicken manure every year? Why not this year?" she asked.

Xu Fuqiang blinked subconsciously and explained, "Dad is worried that if I do something wrong, I will ruin the taste of the vegetables you grow."

"No, chicken manure is a very good farm fertilizer. Dad, the fertility of the soil alone is definitely not enough." Xu Qingzhi thought about it. The chickens and ducks eat rice and rotten vegetable leaves that contain spiritual energy. The chicken manure also contains spiritual energy. The compost will definitely be a very good fertilizer.

Just like fallen leaves returning to their roots, the trees will sprout new buds next year. This kind of ecological cycle is correct, and cannot rely solely on her spiritual energy array and spiritual spring water.

Xu Fuqiang hesitated: "How do we do this? Qingzhi, Dad will listen to you. You say it and I will do it."

Xu Qingzhi saw her father's guilty look and thought that her parents probably knew about her abnormality a long time ago, but were afraid of being exposed in front of her, so they pretended to know nothing.

Xu Qingzhi had never deliberately concealed her changes. She had been in three worlds for more than 500 years, and when she first came back, her mind was as calm as water. It was only after she spent more time in the real world with her parents that she finally became more like a normal person.

My heart is not as stable as it used to be, but I have all the emotions, joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness.

In the world of immortal cultivation, she relied on spiritual springs and spiritual energy arrays to grow vegetables, and her understanding of composting was at most just looking at online tutorials.

This is the case with many things in growing vegetables. There are tutorials online for reference, but putting them into practice is another matter altogether.

I have been growing vegetables for many years and have experience and my own way of doing things.

Xu Qingzhi murmured, “Dad, just compost the way you did it before. I don’t understand it as well as you do.”

Thanks to Rohana, MaoerCF, and VI for the tips. Thank you all for the monthly tickets. I didn't expect to get 20 monthly tickets. I'm so happy. I'll update more when the monthly tickets reach 50.

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