Lin Qingwan still didn't know that her conversation with Xu Dafu would lead to so many things, nor did she know that her mother-in-law was coming to Suzhou to see her. At this time, she was walking in the fields with her hands behind her back, looking at a patch of golden wheat, and she couldn't help but feel delighted. "This year's wheat harvest is going to be good, isn't it?"

  "Yes," said Fang Dasong with a smile, following Lin Qingwan, "the old farmers all say it's a pity. If they were planted as winter wheat, the harvest would be even greater."

  And the taste of winter wheat is better. Lin Qingyan sighed, "But it's okay, last year was too late, this year let them harvest the wheat and they can prepare for planting winter wheat."

  "However, madam, if we don't take a rest, I'm afraid this fat horse won't be able to catch up."

  "Aren't there still three months left? After harvesting wheat, make more fertilizer and spread it on the land to nourish it."

  "It's just that there isn't enough fertilizer, we've collected a lot from outside but it's still not enough." Fang Datong said this to his aunt with some embarrassment, his dark face slightly red. "At the beginning of spring, our farm had already reserved all the land on the west side of the city... cough, now that winter hasn't even arrived yet, each village has already made arrangements with the people in the city who collect night-blooming jasmine, we can only buy about a quarter of what we need."

  Lin Qingwan curiously asked, "How did you make so much fertilizer? Not even all these night-blooming jasmine flowers are enough to use?"

  "After fermentation, use straw to mix with manure," Fang Datong scratched his head and said: "This was taught by Old Man Chen, he is the best at farming in Changfeng Village."

  Lin Qingwen spent a long time in the countryside when she was young and had also seen others make compost. It was also made by mixing straw with human and animal manure to fertilize, because her grandfather was a great professor, in the eyes of the villagers he was a very capable person, so for a period of time they especially liked to come to the door to ask various questions about planting and breeding.

  At that time, rural areas also used chemical fertilizers, but the amount was small, and most of them still relied on farm manure, so my grandfather was also asked about composting.

  She remembered that she was only seven years old at that time, and her grandfather took her back to Beijing, using his connections to find a professor from the Agricultural Institute, with whom she learned two methods of composting.

  One of them is still fresh in her memory, because that method was practiced by her grandfather with her little by little.

  In fact, the principle is the same as everyone's composting, using straw or dry grass mixed with human and animal manure to compost, but it is more refined, calculating the carbon and nitrogen content, then piling according to the ratio, making the steps more detailed, so that the fertilizer can be fermented faster, and the phenomenon of burning crops will not occur.

  This method of composting uses a large amount of materials, so it produces a lot of fertilizer. If a family doesn't have much land, they might find this process too troublesome and tiring, and would rather stick to the old way of mixing straw into the manure when cleaning up after livestock, letting it slowly rot before using it.

  But they don't have so much time, so the fermentation has got to be quick.

  "The withered grass cut out from the ground, let people collect it, divide it into several areas and pile it up. After the wheat harvest, leave the straw intact, we will uniformly compost it in a different way."

  "What method? No, it's you, auntie, how did you know the method of making compost?" He didn't even understand this, which was already a basic knowledge for farming.

  Lin Qingwan coughed softly and said, "I saw it in a book, maybe we can try it. Ask Old Man Chen to come over, I'll tell him about it, and then he can teach you all later."

  Is it reliable?

  Fang Datong had doubts in his heart, but he still went to ask Old Man Chen. When it comes to farming, ten of him couldn't compare to one Old Man Chen, whether it's reliable or not still needs to be asked from Old Man Chen.

  Some people are indeed very talented in certain aspects. Fang Datong and Old Man Chen listened together, and when he was still half-understanding, Old Man Chen not only understood but also inferred three points from one example.

  Lin Qingwan looked at Old Man Chen with admiration, she was able to remember this method because her grandfather had brought her along since collecting cow dung, she participated in the whole process, and it was still fresh in her memory that she could recall these steps.

  Unexpectedly, she just started and Old Man Chen had already figured out the next steps.

  Old Chen sighed, "It's great to be literate, I didn't expect that farming is also in books."

  "Agriculture is a matter of national importance, and it's only natural that there are records of it." Lin Qingwen looked at Chen Dage's wrinkled face and said with a stirring in her heart: "It's just a pity that those who excel at farming often can't read or write, while those who excel at writing often aren't good at farming. That's why there are so few books on this subject. If only someone skilled at writing could find someone skilled at farming and they could collaborate, perhaps they could produce a good agricultural book."

  Mr. Chen understood her implicit meaning and replied awkwardly: "Master Dong, I, I can only farm, how could I write a book?"

  Lin Qingwan smiled, "You also said you would farm, this is one of the two, and if there's another who can write, wouldn't that be perfect?"

  "Which scholar would listen to what we, a bunch of country bumpkins, have to say?" Old Man Chen shook his head, not thinking it was possible.

  Lin Qingwan originally wanted to do it herself, but upon hearing this, she hesitated for a moment and said: "If we don't try, how will we know if someone won't be able to do it?"

  Lin Qingwan turned her head and said to Bai Mei: "Let Lin An write a notice and post it, saying that I want to recruit someone who can read and write to help the farmers write an agricultural book."

  Everyone was stunned, and the lady actually did it?

  Bai Mei returned to her senses and asked, "Where is the notice posted?"

  "Post it on the bulletin board at the west city gate," Lin Qingyan said with a smile: "This matter is not urgent, so there's no need to set a deadline. As for the price, go find Lin Guanjia and offer a moderate price according to the writer's compensation."

  "Then it must be that no one answered."

  Lin Qingwan said casually: "Just try it."

  "Bai Feng hastily walked in from outside and said: 'Madam, Governor Zhou has sent a visiting card and is waiting outside.'"

  Lin Qingwan raised an eyebrow, "He came alone?"

  "No, he brought his son and also carried a lot of gift boxes," Bai Feng paused for a moment: "I think Master Zhou is somewhat disheartened."

  "Has Missy come home from school yet?" Lin Qingwen asked with a smile.

  "It's almost time, now it's estimated that school is over, and at the latest two quarters will be back."

  Lin Qingwan stood up and said, "Invite the person to enter the flower hall. Mr. Chen, you go back first, let people cut the dry grass first, and talk about other things after the wheat harvest."

  Mr. Chen agreed and retreated with Mr. Fang, bowing their heads.

  Lin Qingwan went to the flower hall to see Governor Zhou.

  Zhou Tong's injury on his head healed, and he was pressed by Zhou Shi to come and apologize. He shouted in pain and delayed for two days. Today, he really couldn't delay any longer and had no choice but to come.

  As soon as Lin Qingwan entered, she saw him standing aside with his head lowered. Zhou Cishi hastily greeted Lin Qingwan and, seeing his son standing there stupidly, couldn't help but pull him over and glare at him, saying: "Still not quickly paying respects to the princess?"

  Zhou Tong felt discontent in his heart and lifted his head with a bad temper to look at Lin Qingyuan, only to see Lin Qingyuan standing at the top with a smile, neither pushing nor resisting.

  Zhou Tong met her gaze, his heart skipped a beat, and he lowered his head to avoid Lin Qingwan's gaze, cupping his hands: "Greetings, County Master."

  Lin Qingwan smiled and nodded, "No need for formalities, Lord Zhou, please take a seat."

  Zhou Tong curled his lip in his heart and stood behind his father with downcast eyes.

  Zhou Shi's father glared at his son and apologized to Lin Qingyan, "My unworthy son, please forgive him, Your Highness."

  Lin Qingwan smiled and said: "It's Lord Zhou who is being too demanding, I think your young master is already very good, with a dignified appearance and overflowing talent."

  "He's just too mischievous," Zhou Xishi apologized, "Last time he and two classmates made trouble, digging a hole on the road down from school, causing Lin County Master and three misses of the Shang family to have their carriage fall in. I heard that Lin County Master even hit his head."

  "This child was uneasy after hearing about it, and hesitated for a long time before confessing to the official. He should have come to apologize earlier, but the official didn't control his temper when he beat him, causing him to be bedridden until now. Please forgive him, Your Highness."

  Having said that, he stood up, lifted his robe and knelt down.

  Lin Qingwan hastily reached out and said: "Director Zhou, please get up, is it worth your while to be so troubled by the children's affairs?"

  Lin Qingwan didn't make Zhou Cishi kneel down, but she didn't stop Zhou Tong from kneeling behind him. She looked at him with a hint of a smile and said, "Since Master Zhou is sincere in his apology, I think my sister will probably forgive him."

  Is this also asking Lin Yuheng to kneel down?

  Zhou Tong suddenly felt a sharp pain under his kneecap, as if he had been pricked by a needle.

  "Haven't you thanked the young master of the county yet?" Seeing his son kneeling on the ground, speechless and stupid, Governor Zhou kicked him with his foot and said: "Wait until the county master returns later to apologize to her. Let's see if you dare to be naughty again!"

  "Kids will be kids," said Lin Qingwan with a smile. "As long as they don't harm others, it's all right."

  Zhou Zhi's awkward smile.

  Just as they were talking, Lin Yuhbin returned.

  Zhou Tong thought and thought again, but still couldn't get past that psychological hurdle. So he took the opportunity to kowtow and say: "County Master Lin, I've come to apologize to you."

  Lin Qingwan stifled a smile and picked up her tea cup to take a sip.

  Lin Yuhong glanced at him and, after avoiding Zhou Cishi's salute, returned a half-salute before turning to Zhou Tong, "Make amends? I don't know what crime Master Zhou has committed?"

  Zhou Tong's face turned red, but he still spoke calmly: "Last time I was mischievous and dug a hole in the road with two of my classmates. As a result, the driver of the Shang family's carriage accidentally drove into the hole, causing the county master to bump his head..."

  Lin Qingwan put away her smile, calmly putting down her teacup. Zhou Cishi hastily gave his son a warning glance.

  Lin Yuhong sneered, "So it was Zhou Gongzi who set that trap. How clever, digging a pit and covering it with dry leaves. Even if the coachman wasn't driving but walking nearby to take a look, he might not have noticed it."

  Zhou Tong lowered his eyes and said: "It's not that I'm not, we don't have the intention of harming the county master, it's just that we didn't expect it to be so coincidental?"

  "In other words, the trap wasn't aimed at us four sisters, but at anyone who came from that road?"

  Zhou's face turned red as he defended himself: "I didn't mean to target anyone, we were just playing around."

  Lin Yubin hummed, just thinking of saying that another day he would also go to his doorstep and dig a big hole to play with. Just then, the young lady gently placed the cup cover on the teacup, Lin Yubin paused, turned his head and reluctantly said: "Since Master Zhou is sincere in his apology, then this matter will be forgotten."