80s Taoism

In a blink of an eye, Meizi'ao was full of golden patches. The golden rice and golden rice are the most eye-catching beauty in Meiziao. Only a thick layer of rice can be seen in the paddy field next to Zhang Jiaohua's house.

"Call the flower, this rice will be harvested as long as it is ripe, otherwise, when the rice is fully mature, most of it will fall into the rice field when harvesting. You will be the earliest in the village. I will tell you tomorrow morning. Uncle will come over and harvest this field for you." Zhang Manyin hurried over to urge for fear that he would not understand the farming time.

"Grandpa, don't worry. I'm about to harvest. You won't use it. With Wenrong and the three of them, we will finish harvesting in one day." Zhang Jiaohua shook her head.

"You kid, isn't it easier to have more people? Are you afraid that your grandfather and uncle will eat your meal?" Zhang Manyin smiled.

"You have planted so much. You are all familiar with it. You can't take care of yourself. I have Wen Rong and the others to help me." Zhang Jiaohua was actually worried that Zhang Manyin and the others would be scared by the spells he used.

"You kid. It's all a family, what are you doing in this way?" Zhang Manyin knew that this grandson was sensible. Children of this age don't even have to go to the fields. But Hua Hua has already propped up the sky with his little arm. Looking at it makes Zhang Manyin a little distressed. So, in any case, Zhang Manyin was still going to come over and help Zhang beg the next day.

"Call the flower, the late rice seedlings are not planted, I will plant them for you. After the incident, you can go to my seedling field to pull out the seedlings. Anyway, the hybrid seedlings only need to plant one seedling. My seedlings should be. Enough." Zhang Manyin had already prepared more seedlings for Zhang Biaohua.

Zhang Jiaohua smiled, "Grandpa, look at it. The seedlings in my field will definitely grow faster than the seedlings you plant."

At night, Zhang Jiaohua came out with a few Jinhu. I saw a sickle flying, and the seedlings in the rice field fell in pieces, and then again amid the roar of a threshing machine, the rice fell off in the threshing machine.

Someone in Meizitang heard the threshing machine and opened the door to take a look, but it was pitch black outside. Zhang Qianlong ran to look with a flashlight, only to find that the rice field where Zhang was begging flowers had all been cut down. The threshing machine was also carried into the field, and there were two baskets of rice on the side of the field.

Zhang Qianlong took a picture with a flashlight, "Is there anyone? Anyone? Call flowers! Are you fighting at night?"

Zhang Jiaohua walked out of the room with a torch, "Uncle Long, what's the matter?"

"Are you fighting tonight?" Zhang Qianlong asked.

"Yeah. It's too hot during the day. Just take advantage of the cold night to fight." Zhang Jiaohua said.

"It turned out to be like this. I thought who was still playing grazing at this late hour. The night was unsuccessful. You wait until dawn before grazing. Then, I will come and help. This evening playing gras, cool is cool, but if it does If you accidentally get it, you won't be able to do this pair of grabs." Zhang Qianlong knew that Zhang Biaohua was alone at home, and that such a big child couldn't do the work in the fields.

"To get it." Zhang begged and sent away Zhang Qianlong.

Before Zhang Qianlong arrived at the house, he closed the door, and the threshing machine rang out again.

"Whose family is still hunting at this night?" Zhang Qianlong's wife Li Yuju asked.

"Call Huajia." Zhang Qianlong frowned when he heard the threshing machine sound outside.

"How do you get the flowers at home alone? Is it Wen Rong and the others?" Li Yuju was also a little strange.

"It should be. But when I went there just now, no one saw it. Just asked Hua to stay at home without hitting barefoot, and there was no mud on her feet. Wen Rong and the others didn't see it." Zhang Qianlong shook his head.

"Ah!" Li Yuju exclaimed. Ready to open the door and go out to see a strange one.

"Don't look at it. The flower bidder fell on Meishan. Maybe it was a spell." Zhang Qianlong hurriedly stopped his mother-in-law.

"Ah, I still don't look at it." Li Yuju immediately retracted his hand. Meishan is still daunting for ordinary people.

The threshing machine rang for more than an hour, and then stopped. The rice has all been piled up in the hall of Jiaohua's family, piled up by the boss. At least one thousand five six hundred catties. This year, the yield of one thousand catties per mu is already a very high yield. If Zhang Jiaohua's output is stated, it will definitely shock the whole country. Because this piece of land can be attributed to more than one thousand two acres of yield.

Fortunately, Zhang Biaohua directly collected the rice into his home. Even if others knew that the yield per mu was very high, they would not know a specific number. Coupled with the fact that Meizi'ao's message is behind, no matter how high the output of Zhang Jiaohua's family is, no one will be able to spread such news.

The rice has been collected in the house, and Zhang Jiahua has something to do. Zhang Biaohua had already prepared late rice planting, and it was also a one-mu field of rice planting. Zhang Jiaohua didn't even plow the field. He directly used a thousand dan to make a row of holes in the field on the dry land, and then planted three of the three in the valley into the hole. Then sprinkled some plant ash mixed with soil to cover the hole.

Without putting water into the fields, Zhang Jiahua held a bowl and stood in the field directly chanting the spiritual water curse: The disciple set an altar in the rice field, once the incense, the ancestor ordered the change, the incense twice, the master ordered the change, the incense Three times, the Sanyuan general imperial transformation, the incense four times, the Huatuo ancestor imperial transformation, the incense five times, the five hundred barbaric thunder imperial transformation, the incense six times, the Taibai Xingjun imperial transformation, the incense seven transformations, the seven immortals in the sky Transformation, eight times of incense, eight times of immortality, nine times of incense, nine days of mysterious woman, ten times of incense, personally passed on to the ancestor, educated, transformed into spiritual water, transformed into water. Water is the emperor and it becomes water. The disciple holds a bowl of cool water in his hands. One bowl turns into ten bowls, ten bowls turn into hundreds of bowls, and hundreds of bowls turn into thousands of bowls~www.wuxiamtl.com~A thousand bowls become the spirit of ten thousand bowls water.

When I got there, the water in my hand flicked into the field, and the piece of water fell like a drizzle. A pool of stagnant water has already accumulated in the field in a moment. The mud in the hole where the grain seeds were ordered shook slightly, and the seedlings slowly drilled out of the hole. Like a lazy girl stretching her waist. Soon, Zhang Biaohua walked all over the field, the water in the bowl also poured the entire field, and the bowl of water was just clean. When Zhang Biaohua reached the ridge, there was already an inch of water in the paddy field. All the seedlings in the entire field had grown out. The weeds and grass stems in the fields melted at a speed visible to the naked eye and disappeared from the rice fields. Fortunately, no one can see this scene except Zhang Bidding.

"Oh oh oh..."

Meiziao ushered in a new day, and roosters sang loudly on the rocks at the head of the village. The golden light shines on the east ridge, and such a beautiful day will start again.

In front of Zhang Jiaohua's house, six grain drying seats have been placed, and six dan rices have been dried on them. The mountain leopard guarded around with a group of puppies. The poultry farmers in the village did not dare to come over.

Zhang Manyin was stunned before he reached the rice field of Zhang Jiaohua's house with a sickle. The rice in the field has turned into a green seedling. (To be continued.)