Su Xiaocai replied with a smile, "Don't think of me as high and mighty, I'm just farming, really!" The attached picture was a dug-up patch of soil, with only dirt and a few uprooted weeds.
"Amazing, I'll take one too."
"So this is how you play, see, I have it too."
"What? Look at this, a whole mountain of soil."
"Farming for twenty years, let this old farmer tell you, mountain soil isn't any good, you should dig field soil and pond mud, that's the good stuff."
"Hehe, mine, freshly mixed nutritious soil, I plan to write a paper on it."
"Writing a paper on soil? As an ordinary person, that's out of my realm."
"My son just mixed some cow dung with ash from burning garden plants, mixed it all up, and this is the color we got. By the way, my son is fifteen."
