Chapter 230 229. Oh, middle-aged man
This is summer corn planted in the summer and it matures in October.

Because it was autumn, they all harvested at once. Tian Qing went out and quickly planted a crop of garlic sprouts, lettuce, cherry radishes, green onions, scallions and so on.

Corn stalks are sent to the mushroom bag factory.

Most of the harvested corn is transported to barbecue restaurants. When the weather gets cooler, the hot corn juice will definitely sell well.

I mailed some of the remaining money to Ding Rui, distributed it to relatives and friends, and kept some for my own family.

There are twenty more cucumbers.

I feel embarrassed to always take advantage of others.

When the corn was harvested, Luo Yihang sent some to Ding Rui and also sent some to him.

Qi Ruomu didn't give it because Professor Du said it was not necessary and it was inconvenient for them to receive express delivery in the desert.

Therefore, this was the first time he tasted Luo Yihang's corn.

Give him the fragrant one, the one that praises him a lot, and the one that talks a lot.

It’s beautiful to praise it to Luo’s father.

In a moment of excitement, I revealed a little secret.

"Qi Wa Zi, let me tell you, if you break off a corn kernel and hang it on the fishhook to fish, you will catch a fish, but you won't be able to hold it."

“Easy to unhook, huh?”

"Yes, yes, yes. They always fall and the fish always run away."

"Then maybe you are hanging it the wrong way? Are you used to hanging it on the tip of the hook without letting the hook show?"

"Yeah, you have to hide the hook, otherwise the fish will see it."

"Oh, you're wrong. It's okay if the fishhook is exposed. Corn kernels are so light. If you hang them on the tip, they will fall off easily..."

The old man and the young man chatted about fishing and had a good time.

Later, Engineer Yang also joined in, and the conversation between the two of them turned into a conversation between three people.

Mr. Yang has been here for so long, but no one knows that he also likes fishing.

After a while, I made an appointment with Luo's father to go play a few rounds.

Shi Juan listened and shook her head, "Oh, man."

"Can we not target too many people?" Luo Yihang objected. "We should target middle-aged men."

Shi Juan is very receptive to opinions. "Oh, middle-aged man."
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Finished breakfast.

Luo Yihang sent Shi Juan to the train station. She was taking the high-speed train at nine in the morning. This time she was not going to Zhengzhou, but to Xi'an for a trip.

When you come back.

Before entering the house, I met a little Luo at the door. It was holding a bunch of grass in its hands and running towards Luo Yihang's house.

Luo Yihang stopped him and asked, "Why are you holding the grass?"

Xiao Xiao Luo stopped and called the boss, and replied: "My uncle asked me to come. He wanted the grass from the shed. I pulled it specially in shed No. 7."

"Strange, what do you need grass for?"

Luo Yihang followed Xiao Xiao Luo into the house. Xiao Xiao Luo shouted in the yard, "Uncle, I brought the grass."

"Hey, bring it in."

Luo's father's voice came from the kitchen.

Luo Yihang brought Xiao Xiao Luo into the house and took a look at the kitchen. Wow, there were three men squatting in the kitchen.

Luo's father, Qi Ruomu, and Engineer Yang who was lazy and didn't go to work.

The three of them were squatting on the ground peeling corn, and they had a basin full of corn kernels.

Xiao Xiao Luo put the grass at the door, said hello to everyone in turn, then left.

Luo Yihang asked in confusion: "What are you doing?"

"To make bait." Luo's father answered and immediately instructed Luo Yihang, "Go wash the grass and chop it into small pieces."

"To make fish bait? You need grass?" Luo Yihang was surprised to hear that, but he still picked up the weeds and washed them in the pool. He kept muttering as he washed them, "Poor pool, I usually use you to wash vegetables and dishes, but now I have to use you to wash even the grass."

Qi Ruomu couldn't listen any more, so he picked up a corn cob and threw it at Luo Yihang, "Stop nagging me, it's annoying. Strictly speaking, thousands of years ago, vegetables were also grass."

Luo Yihang dodged as if he had eyes on his back. The corncob hit the wall and bounced back. Luo Yihang grabbed it and threw it at Qi Ruomu's head. It was very accurate.

"It must be your kid's bad idea."

"What the hell!" Qi Ruomu was shocked. How come the corn cob that he threw away came back to his head?

Can't figure it out.

I had to explain, "You forgot that when you fed the fish with grass from the field, the fish in the pond were fighting over it. This means that your grass must be attractive to the fish."

"Qi Wa said that we should try putting some grass in the bait. If it works, we can make money by selling the bait." Luo's father also joined in, confirming that it was Qi Ruomu's idea.

Engineer Yang also said, "Fishermen are willing to spend money on equipment. If your bait works well, it will be very easy to sell."

They say this, but in reality, they just want to have fun by themselves.

Luo Yihang washed the grass and chopped it up according to Luo's father's instructions.

Then they were instructed to take out the blender for mincing corn, crush the corn kernels they had shaved, blend them into a paste along with the soup and water, and then mix it with chopped grass.

Take another spoonful of malt sugar, dissolve it in water, and use this water to knead the corn paste and grass into a ball like kneading dough.

Finally, steam it in a pot.

It’s quite scientific.

Qi Ruomu checked it on the Internet on the spot.

It's normal to search for information on the Internet. It's impossible for Qi Ruomu and Yang Gong to know everything.

But the problem was that Luo Yihang was the one doing the work the whole time, and the three of them were just watching from the side.

After reaching the dough-kneading stage, I don’t even look at it.

With his son here, it's reasonable for Luo's father not to take action, but the other two...

"We are clumsy and can only talk big. We don't have your practical experience, so you should do more work."

This Qi Ruomu has lost all his dignity in order to avoid working.

Luo Yihang was so angry. This was all the rhetoric he used to trick Qiangwa into working, and it backfired on him.

Luo Yihang is busy here.

The other three were bored, so they started chatting while holding corn cobs.

"This corn cob is not bad either. It can be used to make oligoxylitol." Qi Ruomu said.

"To extract oligoxylitol, you need a high-pressure reactor, a fermentation tank, a sterile table, a filter, and an ion exchange column. It's too troublesome, and it's not worth it if the quantity is small." Engineer Yang talked about the various equipment conditions right away.

"Intestinal probiotics are very popular now. Using oligoxylitol made from corn cobs, we can definitely cultivate powerful probiotics." Qi Ruomu was still thinking.

Engineer Yang poured cold water on him: "But the powerful intestinal probiotics, that is, the intestinal flora is unbalanced, and it turns into a jet fighter on the spot. Are you going to weld it on the toilet?"

"Well, it's not necessarily for humans. It's for pigs. They feed a lot of food, are fed with saline solution, and turn into jet pigs. They produce liquid feces in large quantities. And the fermentation speed is fast. After filtering out the liquid part, you can use a liquid fermentation tank to artificially shorten the fermentation time."

After hearing this, Engineer Yang quickly stepped back and stayed away from Qi Ruomu.

Luo Yihang was shocked when he heard this. "Are you a human? Have you ever considered the feelings of a pig? Even Satan has to have your portrait tattooed on his body!"

The more Luo's father listened, the more he frowned.

"Stop talking. It's disgusting to talk like this in the kitchen. Go and check if the steaming is done..."

"Hey!" Luo Yihang quickly shut up and lifted the lid of the pot.

"Hey!" Engineer Yang quickly took out a pair of chopsticks and handed it to Qi Ruomu.

"Hey!" Qi Ruomu quickly moved to the front of the pot, looked inside, and stirred with chopsticks.

"Report to Uncle Luo! It's not healed yet!"

"..." Luo's father was speechless, deeply feeling the generation gap. He walked out of the kitchen and said, "You guys keep an eye on the pot. I'll go out for a walk."

"Hey!" X3!

"Let me tell you, you can't discriminate against poop. The production of poop is very scientific..."

"Get out!" X2!

(End of this chapter)