Once the cotton seedlings had grown a little larger, they could be transplanted into the fields.
He instructed Liu He to continue tending them carefully, then summoned Zhang Zhi and handed him a new farming tool.
This was for digging soil. When transplanting seedlings from the seedbed into the fields, they needed to be placed evenly into the holes.
Zhang Zhi understood at once and immediately took his family to the fields to dig holes.
Some neighbors did not understand what he was doing and could not help asking.
Zhang Zhi replied with a smile, "I am merely following Young Master Rong's instructions."
The neighbors had no choice but to stop asking. No one had ever been able to fathom Young Master Rong's actions. Several months ago, when he planted potatoes, everyone had watched in confusion. Later, the potatoes sparked much discussion, and the villagers developed a blind trust in Rong Xi.
Since it was Young Master Rong's instruction, it must have a great use!
Someone suddenly asked in surprise, "Zhang Zhi, why are the seedlings in your fields growing so robustly?"
The person was referring to the seedlings planted not long ago.
Zhang Zhi had noticed it long before and smiled. "After sowing, Young Master Rong had me scatter a new fertilizer. It must be the new fertilizer taking effect."
The seedlings in his fields were indeed somewhat taller than those in other people's fields, looking healthy and strong.
Hearing this, everyone gathered around and asked, "What new fertilizer?"
Zhang Zhi patiently answered, "It is a method Young Master Rong came up with himself. It is called Phosphate Fertilizer."
Someone anxiously asked, "Is there any of this new fertilizer left?"
Farmers were not fools. They had faced the yellow earth for decades and were already intimately familiar with fieldwork.