"We fried a lot of fish at noon, so we put it in a separate bowl and have fish dumplings to eat in the evening."

Xu Qingzhi nodded vigorously, reached out to hug her mother, and her happy voice couldn't help but become sticky: "Thank you, mom. Thank you, mom."

It is enough to say the same thing twice.

Then, Wang Yanmei glared at him with disgust the next second, and said angrily, "Hey, let go, let go, I haven't served the fish yet, it's been cooked for too long and it's getting old. Go, go, go outside quickly, the kitchen is full of fumes, stop making trouble here."

Xu Qingzhi pursed her lips, let go of her mother, walked with her arms swinging in a swagger, and went out to call people for dinner.

Behind her, was her mother's loud voice.

"Walk properly. What does it look like to walk like this? If someone sees you, they will think you are a three-year-old child."

Xu Qingzhi straightened up, turned around and said, "I know, I know, Mom."

At this age, it is always difficult for parents to express their love for their children in the right words. They are always embarrassed to be intimate with their children and have to treat them with an awkward attitude.

But it doesn’t matter. Xu Qingzhi is very sure that her parents must love her very much.

After lunch, Xu Fuqiang drove Wang Yanmei to the county town.

Xu Qingzhi drove his tricycle to the town to pick up a package.

After getting the tomato seeds, she also sent over the strawberry seedlings that were catalyzed by a high-spiritual energy formation.

After sending it, she sent a private message to the person who shared the tomato seeds on the forum and told him the express delivery number of the strawberry seedlings.

The other party was probably also very busy at work, and the messages they sent to each other always took a day or even two days to receive a reply.

After Xu Qingzhi returned home, taking advantage of the fact that no one was at home, he couldn't wait to enter the spiritual space.

For normal tomato planting, most seeds must be soaked in water first, and then planted after a tiny white dot appears on the seed. A flat little seed will stretch out two tender green buds in the middle of the soil, and then grow slowly. When two true leaves appear, the transplanting operation can be carried out.

Xu Qingzhi always thought that the transplanting operation was very interesting, which was equivalent to lying to the tomato and saying, "I'm going to plant you, please take root and grow well for me."

After it blooms, some side branches will be removed in order to produce better fruits.

When she had patience, she would plant the seeds in the usual way. Unfortunately, she didn't have that patience most of the time. With the cheating tool of the spiritual space, she hardly had to work hard.

There is no need to be so troublesome. Just throw it on the ground, cover it with a thin layer of soil, sprinkle some diluted spiritual spring water, and make some hand gestures.

A high-spiritual energy formation was formed, and spiritual energy gathered from all directions. Two tomato seedlings instantly broke out of the ground beneath his feet.

Leaf buds slowly sprouted from the fragile little buds, and the first true leaf grew, while the first two buds withered and fell off.

Two true leaves grow, three.

Xu Qingzhi built a rack with bamboo poles and tied the tomato branches to the poles.

Under the influence of the high-spiritual energy formation, the tomato seedlings gradually grew eight strong true leaves and began to grow the first yellow inflorescence. Small side branches forcefully emerged from the angle between the true leaves and the main stem to show their strong branches and seize nutrients.

The tomatoes have already flowered and need pollination to bear fruit.

Xu Qingzhi stopped the spiritual energy formation and waited patiently for the little bees to come and pollinate.

But it doesn't stop her from having some fun on her own, as the pollination methods of tomato flowers and strawberry flowers are completely different.

The filaments of tomatoes are short and gather in the middle to form a small ellipsoid that surrounds the pistil. When the anthers mature, they split inward longitudinally and release pollen, which is self-pollination.

She pressed the nail of her index finger lightly with her thumb, and like snapping a crow's head, she flicked the yellow flower twice. There was a small hole at the bottom of the small cone, and yellow pollen overflowed.

This is the operation of artificial pollination, but you must pay attention to the strength. If you use too much force, the flowers may be bounced off.

Xu Qingzhi had seen on a planting forum before that some potted plant enthusiasts did not have a pollination environment and could only pollinate automatically. Those who were not bothered by the effort would just flick the flowers one by one, while some who wanted to save trouble and didn’t feel bad would just fan the flowers back and forth a few times. There were also some who used electric toothbrushes to pollinate tomato flowers directly, which was quite interesting.

After planting tomatoes, Xu Qingzhi logged onto the forum and saw that the other party had not replied. Since the other party sent a courier number for tomato seeds four days ago, there has been no news.

Although the other party only sent two seeds, it was Xu Qingzhi who was interested in the tomato planting post she posted on the forum and shamelessly sent a private message to ask for the seeds.

It is said that this new tomato variety was developed by the poster himself this year. It is a fruit tomato and tastes like fruit. It has the unique flavor of large tomatoes and the exclusive sweetness of small tomatoes. It looks and is the same size as a crystal tomato, which is very rare.

Many people were asking for seeds under that post, and the original poster sent out quite a few in the name of exchanging varieties. However, judging from the subsequent replies to the post, very few seeds were actually grown.

She is always very enthusiastic about new things that she has never tasted before. -Meicheng No. 1 Middle School

Xu Fuqiang found a parking space on the side of the road and parked the car.

Wang Yanmei called Zijun's class teacher in advance and asked him to tell Zijun that she would come to the school to see her in the afternoon.

Cell phones are not allowed in school, so no matter which parent has something to do, they must inform the class teacher in advance.

This time, the head teacher was obviously more active than ever, and his voice was smiling when he spoke on the phone.

Wang Yanmei felt much more comfortable than she did two years ago.

Two years ago, it was Friday when the holiday came, but Zijun had not returned yet after 8 o'clock in the evening. She was anxious and called Zijun's class teacher for the first time to ask if the school was not on holiday.

The head teacher said coldly, "It's holiday time."

She asked worriedly, "Zijun usually gets home at 7 o'clock on holidays, but it's already 8 o'clock today and she hasn't come back yet. Teacher, do you know where Zijun is?"

"How would I know where to go?" The head teacher's tone was filled with impatience.

Wang Yanmei's impression of her child's teacher is still from primary school. The teachers are all acquaintances in the village, and they know them well and are really nice to the children.

She lived in the village. If she had encountered such a person in other matters, she would have shown her true colors as a shrew and yelled back at the top of her voice. But at that time, she just choked up and begged the teacher: "Could you please contact Zijun's classmates and ask them?"

She was too worried about her child's safety.

The teacher responded, "I understand."

The phone was hung up.

Later, around eleven o'clock in the evening, Zijun returned home carrying a big schoolbag.

Wang Yanmei then realized that the bus from the county town to Daji Village broke down on the road and stopped for several hours before being repaired, which was why it returned late.

She spent the longest few hours of her life, but she never received the call from her head teacher.

Wang Yanmei is an adult and has long understood that it is nothing more than her family's difficult financial situation. The home address and parents' occupations she filled in when she enrolled in school have already laid the foundation for everything.

Now, facing the other party's completely different attitude, Wang Yanmei still follows the adult social behavior.

He carried a bunch of things down from the car, and when he saw Zijun coming over, he asked a few questions about his studies, and then told him: "These are the vegetables I brought for you. I have dairy cows at home, so I brought you three cans of fresh milk that you can drink directly. And these boxes are all vegetables from our family, and they are for your class teacher."

Xu Zijun frowned and said, "No, Mom, don't do this. Our class teacher won't want this."

Young children are very resistant to trying to please others and think that their parents' approach is useless.

"Okay." Wang Yanmei did not make things difficult for the child. She and Xu Fuqiang carried the bags and went to Zijun's dormitory together.

This time, I brought a lot of food.

In addition to milk, boiled eggs, salted duck eggs, steamed pork with rice flour, fish fillets, there are also persimmon cakes made by Qingzhi, etc.

Xu Zijun's roommate was ecstatic.

Wang Yanmei also brought a clean quilt and a three-piece suit. The weather has been cold recently, and she was afraid that Zijun would be cold at school, so she changed the quilt for the child and took the old, dirty one back to wash.

When leaving the dormitory, Xu Zijun wanted to see his parents off, but Wang Yanmei stopped him and told him to just go back to the dormitory and do his homework.

After watching her child return to the dormitory building, Wang Yanmei took out her cell phone and called the class teacher.

"Hello, teacher. I'm Zijun's mother. I brought some vegetables from home..."

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Wang Yanmei came out of the school empty-handed and got on the bus.

What those children are resisting is the unspeakable love of their parents, who just hope that they can have a better life in school. (End of this chapter)