"That, you're old..."

"Don't talk about it first. I heard from the old Taoist that this matter must be explained clearly in advance. Boy, it is a big matter for the people of the world. The old Taoist would rather let the whole world laugh at the old Taoist, and the old Taoist should be a villain."

Sun Simiao paused and continued, "I can't say that if this thing, that is, potatoes, is real, then in a few years, the people of the world may no longer worry about hunger. The old Taoist is not serious or careful, and the old Taoist is not allowed to be a villain."

Sun Simiao's face was solemn, "Boy, you think clearly now. I, Sun Simiao, also made it clear. If these seedlings do not live, I can't say it. Boy, tell me, who is the old friend of your ancestor? Where can you live? When necessary, tell me the name of the master. The old Taoist must figure it out and figure out the origin of this golden bean. The old Taoist will go to get this thing for the people of the world. If you live, don't mention this. What kind of master, old Taoist, I have never heard of it before, and I don't know about it."

At this point, Sun Simiao felt a little ashamed, and later continued, "The old Taoist hopes you can understand, boy, do you understand? Thank you, boy, I hope you can understand the old Taoist!" After saying this, Sun Simiao carefully picked up the potatoes on the Taoist robe and slowly put them aside. He was upright, as if he was about to bow to Qin Lang to apologize.

Sun Simiao's actions scared Qin Lang. He knelt down with a straight plop, grabbed Sun Simiao's hands tightly, pressed his head against the old Taoist's belly, and shouted repeatedly: "Yes, yes, you are right, you are selfish, everything you do is for the people of the world, sir, don't blame yourself like this. Don't kill the boy, you are the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is in charge of everything, okay?" After that, he quickly raised his head and looked at the old Taoist with his eyes begging.

"Well, boy, listen to you. If this happens, we two really grow up a grain of 3,000 kilograms per mu. Boy, I will give you a promise: As long as you don't do the assassination of the king, I will save your life and make sure you are fine. Boy remember!"

"Remember, remember, it's up to you, you always make the decision." Qin Lang answered continuously.

Qin Lang stood up, his whole body was cold, scaring me to death. The old man, I have to say that he is noble and noble, so he should become a king and a god. It was so scary, so he quickly diverted his attention.

"If you don't want to be a good minister, you will be a good doctor." This statement seems to be used on Sun Simiao. It seems that there is nothing wrong with it. "If you don't want to be a good doctor, you will be a good minister"! What a great old man!

"Old man, take the treasure, our two men are still busy. You are so useless if you haven't watched it. After talking for a while, you're really dead. Why don't you even get rid of me?" Alas, Sun Simiao forced Qin Lang to start to be stingy.

"Yes, yes, what are you doing now?" The old man was also nervous about this Jindoudou, who had a yield of 3,000 kilograms per mu. He was anxious and forgot about his usual routines.

"Grow potatoes, don't worry about anything else. Hurry up and rescue potatoes first, enter the house, and find a thing for you."

...

"Oh, take the medicine jar, put it here,"

"Get rice cans, and bring them too,"

"Where is the rice? Where to put the rice?"

"Do it out, you won't starve to death if you don't eat it!"

"Old man, you're ruthless."

"You foodie, what do you know? This golden bean is planted and you can eat it hard on it. Three thousand pounds will make you desperately lose your kid."

The thatched hut suddenly became a mess, full of busy and joyful atmosphere. It was a long time to go in and out, and two pots and a water tank were all filled with wet soil. The pots were placed on the table and the water tank was placed next to the table. Sun Simiao held a knife in his hand and had been staring at the potatoes for a long time, but he had not cut it.

"Old man, what are you looking at? Why don't I do it?"

"Is it sure it's a sprout and a meat?"

"Yes, one sprout and one meat."

"There are no buds, but there are also bud eye places?"

"Take some meat too, cut it into smaller pieces, what if it sprouts?"

"good!"

At this time, Qin Lang heard the sound of "swish, swish, swish...", and a knife flashed in front of his eyes, or were there three potatoes? I saw Sun Simiao gently separated with his hands, eleven pieces of sprouted with meat, three pieces with eyes but no flesh, and evenly sized? That was impossible, but just this hand shocked Qin Lang, his eyes widened.

"Old man, how about we two discussing?"

"What to discuss?"

"Did you teach me that way just now?"

"Not teach!"

"Mr. Sun?"

"Not teach!"

"Grandpa Sun?"

"It's not over yet?"

"Old man Sun, Old man Sun, you are cruel."

...

"Grow potatoes, everything can be negotiated."

At some point, it was already dark outside. There were two solid wood torches with arms thick and more than one meter high on the ground in the room. The two looked at each other and smiled.

The potatoes were planted, and all fourteen pieces were planted in the water tank.

Coriander and green onions have been planted. As for tomatoes, peppers and watermelon seeds, there are a few of them in the two pots. It is too crowded to plant them together, and there is no need to plant them together. Because Qin Lang knew in his heart that these things should be basked in the sun, don’t cover them. It doesn’t matter if they plant them one day or another. In addition, there are so many potatoes in a water tank, and the place is still a little small. You can only find a place to transplant them once after the seedlings are produced. But now, don’t get tired of Sun Yaowang. After all, he is a sixty-six-year-old man and a big treasure. There are not many big treasures in the Tang Dynasty, so you have to take good care of them. Qin Lang has many things to point at Sun Yaowang.

The two walked out and sat cross-legged at the door.

"Boy Qin, it's not bad!"

"Hahaha, Lao Sun, you are not bad, you should be too, too, too, too, too, too, hahaha, the perfect old handsome guy."

"Handsome guy? What's that?"

"Hey, we have the words to praise men."

"Hahaha, I'm old and I'm burying my neck, so I don't have to praise you."

"Old man, if you don't praise me, there is no one in the world who can do this. When I stand in front of me today, I dare to say this, and he has to admit it. As the saying goes, excessive humility is equivalent to pride, and you are old and have the capital to be proud."

"What is the saying that doesn't make sense of four or six? Why haven't I heard it before? You kid, what I heard from there."

"Hahaha, I, Young Master Qin, said just now, let the boy hear it, hehe."

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Chapter completed!