After listening to Lao Zhang's explanation, Lao Li immediately came to his senses and nodded his head again and again. He said excitedly: "Lao Zhang, my Lao Li's biggest wish over the years is that my old land can also become fertile, so that I can grow good crops and live a good life."
Lao Zhang saw that Lao Zai was so attentive, so he patiently explained the steps of making nutrient soil from beginning to end, and Lao Li listened to it with relish, and almost swallowed his tongue.
While speaking, Lao Li had already arrived at the bamboo forest on the mountain. He threw off the bamboo basket on his back, rolled up his sleeves and began to pick fresh dead bamboo leaves. Lao Li worked until the willow tops on the moon, and then he went down the mountain with a bulging bamboo basket on his back.
Early the next morning, Lao Li got up early in the morning and began to process bamboo leaves. Who knew that fresh bamboo leaves were very tough, and Lao Li couldn't chop them after trying kitchen knives, hammers and other tools.
Lao Li was anxiously circling around the yard, and suddenly his eyes lit up, and he thought of riding a cutting machine! He hurriedly ran to borrow a cutting machine from Lao Zhao in the village, and wanted to give it a try.
Who knew that after turning the throttle twice, Lao Zhao's cutting machine made a "creaking" protest sound, and the blades were all ground off by the hard bamboo leaves! Lao Li had no choice but to return the riding cutter to Lao Zhao, and he thought of a way with a sad face.
The chopped bamboo leaves were neatly stacked into the homemade small greenhouse, and Lao Li mixed the soil and brown sugar EM bacteria evenly according to the method taught by Lao Zhang, and then carefully mixed the bamboo leaves and the soil together.
After stirring evenly, Lao Li tightly sealed the doors and windows of the small greenhouse, leaving only a few small pores, and then covered the plastic sheet on it and carefully plugged it around.
After doing all this, Lao Li wiped his sweat and couldn't hide the restless excitement on his face - this is the waiting process of fermentation!
However, in the following days, neighbors Lao Zhao and Lao Za came to make fun of Lao Li's "fermentation hysteria" every day, and Lao Li turned a deaf ear and only cared about studying the changes in the nutrient soil in the small greenhouse.
There were also a few times when Xiao Yang broke free from the rope and ran into the greenhouse, trampling the newly cultivated nutrient soil in a mess, Lao Li was so angry that he smoked and got angry with Xiao Yang for several days.
Even if he encountered stumbles, Lao Li did not relax his strict control of the fermentation process of nutrient soil, and he always stared at the pores to pay attention to ventilation, for fear of affecting the quality of fermentation.
Two months later, Lao Li finally ushered in the day when the nutrient soil was completely fermented!
On this day, Lao Li got up early in the morning and went to check the small greenhouse as always. However, as soon as he lifted the plastic sheeting, a wave of heat hit his face, causing him to retreat again and again.
When he was relieved, Lao Li was pleased to find that the color of the nutrient soil accumulated in the small greenhouse had turned into black and fertile soil, faintly exuding the fragrance of earth.
Lao Li was very excited and exclaimed: "My nutrient soil has finally succeeded! Hurry up and use it in my field!"
So Lao Li transported it back and forth for three days, and finally covered every inch of his land with these precious nutrients. Neighbor Lao Zhao passed by and saw that the field was wrapped in a black layer of soil, and asked curiously what kind of magical soil this was.
Sure enough, after a few days, the wheat in the field quickly germinated and pumped, and the green scene made Lao Li ecstatic.
In the blink of an eye, the harvest season came, and Lao Li's wheat field was neatly lined with dense wheat bales. Even though he had already expected the harvest scene, when he really saw the fruitful fields, Lao Li was still so excited that he burst into tears.
Lao Zhao was dumbfounded, admired Lao Li repeatedly, and called him "the first master of growing grain".
Seeing the fresh ears of wheat, Lao Li couldn't help but think of the scene when Lao Zhang first taught himself to make nutrient soil from withered bamboo leaves.