The landowner, the second bald man, was mean and mean, and he was not given the nickname "Iron Rooster." He did not give the long-term workers enough to eat, and even the livestock were reluctant to feed, and he was reluctant to fertilize the fields. When the autumn harvest came, the iron rooster saw that other people's crops were harvesting well, and his saliva was full of greed, so he asked the long-term workers what caused it. The long-term workers said: It is not the problem of seeds, but the lack of fertilizer.

One year, just after the Qingming Festival, Tie Rooster called long-term worker Wang San to the front and explained: "Our grain seeds are good, why are they half shorter than others every year? Come to Li Yuanwai's house in Xizhuang today to exchange 100 catties of grain seeds, and see if there is a problem with grain seeds in autumn."

Wang San picked up more than 100 catties of millet and went on the road. There were still two miles away from Xizhuang. Wang San was so angry that his teeth were itchy, he put the pick on the side of the road, and turned his back to the sky to bask in the sun. The weather was warm, Wang San was leisurely, and soon fell asleep. When he woke up, the sun was already in the west. Wang San stretched out, patted the loess on his body, and secretly made up his mind: "Hmph! I will let your" iron rooster "lose its hair today, and he didnot go to Li Yuanwai's place in Xizhuang to change the seed, pick the pick and go back.

The second bald landlord looked at him and said, "Yo, little three is back?" "Master, I'm back," Li Yuanwai said: His grain seeds are good or not, but they don't grow well without fertilization. Crops and flowers rely entirely on manure. If people eat well, the manure pulled out will be stinky. After the sun is done, use the millet, and the millet will lift the seedlings quickly, and there will definitely be a good harvest in autumn."

The landowner, the second bald man, nodded after hearing this. He also thought that what Li Yuanwai said was reasonable, but now that the millet was about to be sown, where could he get so much manure to cultivate the land? So, he gritted his teeth and bought some delicious and delicious food to eat with the regular workers.

After autumn, the millet of the "Iron Rooster" family grew better than in previous years, and the harvest was naturally 10% higher than in previous years. "Iron Rooster" said to himself after looking at it: "A crop is a flower, and it depends entirely on feces. There is no smell of big feces. Where can you get the incense of grains? If you want to earn more, be kind to the people around you."