Zhang Yanping grudgingly shoveled manure on the hill.
He had never done any farming work, his shoulders lacked strength, so his task was to scoop the feces out of the pigsty and chicken coop and load it into buckets.
Sounds simple, right?
But...
In the summertime, with no breeze, in the afternoon, amidst the woods.
Yue——
And the manure that was loaded into buckets was then picked by Wu Lei up onto the tricycle, which Zhang Wang drove all the way to the fermentation pool. Professor Song and his disciples were already waiting there!
As for Qiaoqiao, he was taking notes with a mix of Pinyin and Chinese characters, all to meet Professor Song's requirements:
"Come on, everyone learn, what Zhang Bo did before was good, it's just that the ratio wasn't detailed enough. The mixes for promoting flowering and fruiting are different from those for pest control and disinfection. Write them down first, and get to know them slowly later."
