Gourd Farm Chapter 81
Translated by Etherna
Chapter 81: Aunt Hua's Request
In just two days, anxiety spread among the villagers who cultivate greenhouses.
From Aunt Hua's first discovery of the disease to now, three or four families have been affected one after another.
These past two days, Liu Wan'er has been busy. It seems that as soon as one task is completed, another person comes calling from somewhere else.
These are all poor people who have worked hard to achieve something, and encountering such a situation is undoubtedly distressing.
Yang Meng and his son have also been busy these two days, making trips to the town every day.
"Old man, we've applied the medicine three times in just two days. Is this really going to work?" Yang Meng, carrying a pesticide sprayer, looked disheartened at the wilted tomatoes in front of him.
Uncle was picking up fallen tomatoes with a bag in his hand. "This time it will definitely work. When I went to buy it this morning, didn't you see people queuing up at the pharmacy? Would so many people go if it didn't work?"
Yang Meng lowered his head in silence. "This is already the third pharmacy that we tried. They all claimed it would work every time."
There was no choice but to follow his fathers wishes and spray the pesticide, feeling disillusioned.
"Eh, this time we sprayed it at the roots. Where else do you think it should be sprayed?"
"..."
Aunt Hua brought a bowl of steaming noodles to Uncle Hua. "Old man, eat a little more. It's not worth letting your health decline."
Uncle Hua lay half-leaning on the bed, his beard unkempt. "Eat, eat, eat. All you think about is eating from morning to night."
After saying this, he turned his head away. These days, Uncle Hua seemed displeased with everything, and he hadn't been eating properly.
"Clang."
Aunt Hua slammed the bowl onto the table. "If you don't eat, I'm not interested in serving you. The father and son are both stubborn. It seems like we owe you something from a past life."
Aunt Hua hasn't had an easy time these days. Looking at the tomatoes scattered on the ground in the greenhouse every day, her heart felt as if it were being stabbed with a knife. The sight of them just made her angry.
They were about to make some money, and who would have thought they'd be hit by this infectious disease? Back when Xiao Feng was growing them, there weren't so many problems. Why is it that when it comes to their own crops...
With these thoughts, Aunt Hua suddenly stood up with a "swoosh" and slapped her thigh. "Look at my forgetful mind! How could I forget about Xiao Feng these past two days?"
"Old man, don't sleep. Get up quickly." Aunt Hua rushed to the bed, pulling Uncle Hua up with a combination of dragging and pulling.
"What's gotten into you, old woman?" Uncle Hua was already frustrated, and Aunt Hua's sudden enthusiasm was starting to annoy him.
Aunt Hua didn't pay much attention to Uncle Hua's sulking. She urged, "Hurry up, put on your shoes, and come with me to Xiao Feng's place. Maybe he has a way to cure the disease affecting our tomatoes."
Uncle Hua waved his hand, his face darkening.
"If you want to go, go by yourself. I'm not going." After saying this, he prepared to lie down again.
"If you dare not to go today, just try it. Look at your pitiful appearance. If it weren't for our son, I wouldn't bother with your trivial matters." Aunt Hua, frustrated, clenched her hands on her hips and shouted, her voice becoming slightly shrill.
Seeing the situation, Uncle Hua realized that he had no choice but to go. Grumbling, he reluctantly put on his shoes.
"Fine, I'll go. What's the point of getting so angry?" he muttered.
The elderly couple staggered to the greenhouse, calling out a few times without a response. Peering inside, they saw Yang Feng busy spraying pesticides in the field.
"Xiao Feng, Xiao Feng!" Aunt Hua shouted, waving her hands.
Yang Feng looked up, recognizing Aunt Hua and the old couple calling him. Since he had just finished spraying water, he decided to check on them.
"Aunt Hua, is there something you need?" Yang Feng put down the pesticide sprayer and massaged his sore shoulder that had been working the machine for a long time.
Aunt Hua smiled calmly, "You, this child, I can't find you unless there's something. What are you growing here again?"
Seeing the distressed appearance of Aunt Hua and the elderly couple, Yang Feng wanted to help, but as a farmer himself, he relied on gourd water and didn't understand much about treating diseases.
"Hmm, I wonder if gourd water might be effective against this disease?" Yang Feng had a bold idea. His own greenhouse had yet to be affected, and almost every plants using gourd water had remained disease-free.
With this thought in mind, Yang Feng looked at Aunt Hua, who was full of worry, and said seriously, "Aunt Hua, I really don't know much about treating diseases, but I've heard of a folk remedy. I can try preparing it for you."
Before Aunt Hua could respond, Yang Feng continued, "Aunt Hua, I can offer this remedy for you to try, but I can't guarantee that it will cure the disease. If any issues arise, please don't blame me."
Not waiting for Aunt Hua to speak, Uncle Hua chimed in, "Xiao Feng, you can rest assured. We would never hold you responsible for anything like that."
Seeing a glimmer of hope, Uncle Hua, for the first time, earnestly pledged his assurance.
"Alright, fill the pesticide sprayer with the water from this bucket and take it back with you. Let's try spraying it right away," Yang Feng instructed.