After giving instructions, Su Qingyue returned to the yard of her new house. Looking at the newly opened vegetable field in the corner of the yard, the soil was yellow and had no nutrients. It was certain that the vegetables that would grow here would have yellow and small seedlings.
Aunt Zhang's voice came from outside the courtyard, "Is anyone here?"
"Yes," Su Qingyue replied.
Aunt Zhang entered the courtyard, "Oh, Qingyue is here. I saw the courtyard door of your new house open, I passed by and decided to come in to take a look." She noticed the hoe in Qingyue's hand and some seed packets, "Qingyue, are you planning to grow vegetables?"
"Yes."
"This soil has no nutrients, and the vegetables won't grow well. You need to apply some fertilizer." Aunt Zhang asked, "Do you have any fertilizer at home?"
Su Qingyue knew that there were no high-tech chemical fertilizers in ancient times. The fertilizer Aunt Zhang was talking about was human manure from the outhouse, "Well..."
