It wasn't the tense time for the week's double competitions, and after the game, it was a day off as usual. There was only one day. The club did not specify when to get up in the morning, nor did it forcefully to warm up the lap. Perhaps Zuo Lin, who had always been used to getting up early to cook the greenhouse, still woke up at less than 5 o'clock. However, outside of today's room, there was no greenhouse that he needed to cook.

Zuo Lin did not have the habit of staying in bed and couldn't get up. Although it was a dim morning outside the window, he still put on his clothes and prepared to go out for a walk. Zuo Lin, who received the first appearance bonus and the winning prize after the game yesterday, was still a little unbelievable now. Originally, he thought that growing some herbs and selling them for a few thousand yuan a month was considered quite good. Yes, compared with those villagers who also worked in the field, he was indeed a high income, but compared with the two brand new RMB envelopes that had been idle on the court for almost two hours, the benefits of the original work were almost negligible.

Captain Tao Ye told him that this is because the league's salary limit has been limited over the years, and the prize money has not been paid so hard, and the league has just begun. It is estimated that the winning streak and other events will have to wait for a while. Tao Ye also reminded Zuo Lin with malicious intentions that the goalkeeper will not be scored for several minutes in a row, and there is another special bonus. At Shenbao Club, this bonus may be the most tempting.

A few years ago, Zuo Lin's family, who lived in the Yangtze River Basin, had a year's income of five figures, was considered a top score in the village. But now, I'm afraid that Zuo Lin's income in professional football has exceeded that year in one day. Zuo Lin, who is used to making a living in the soil, needs some time to digest such changes.

The training and competition uniforms distributed by the club are still the most expensive and exquisite clothes Zuo Lin has. I remember Mr. Yan said that he would ask him to arrange something together today, and it would be not appropriate to wear sports clothes. Zuo Lin still wore clothes that totaled less than 100 yuan. He didn't think there was anything wrong with this. In addition to the quality of these clothes not very much withstand the test, this was still the feeling he was used to. After thinking about it, Zuo Lin threw the envelope containing the bonus into the barrel-shaped bag that also belonged to the items distributed by the club.

With his bag on his back, Zuo Lin slowly walked out of the training base. The base is now a bit deserted. Most of the local team members went home last night, while the other team members, even if they had any arrangements today, it was too early.

Following the road that I had been used to, Zuo Lin returned home. The dog I kept at home had not seen for a few days and was obviously fatter and greeted Zuo Lin with his tongue affectionately. Now there is no one living in those bungalows, and it has become an office where Yu Pingzhang's students and Yu Pingzhang's students collect information on the greenhouse. The beds and other furniture were piled in the utility room. There was a computer on the desk in the middle of the room, and two large information cabinets were placed against the wall. Several booklets had been thickly bound in the information cabinet.

Zuo Lin opened a booklet, which contained observation materials on various crops in his greenhouse. The characteristics of each plant were listed in detail, and then classified according to the world-famous botanical system. Most common medicinal materials were fine, but the special varieties that Zuo Lin cultivated themselves had more detailed observation materials. After being divided into a certain genre and a certain item according to the classification rules, only the name column was empty, and the pencil was used to lightly describe Zuo Lin's habitual title of these things.

Another booklet contains monitoring information on the temperature and humidity of the two greenhouses day and night. They water and fertilize the greenhouses in exactly the way Zuo Lin said, and open or close the plastic ceiling of the greenhouse in the same way. Before they understand the principle of adjusting the microclimate, they chose to follow suit without making mistakes. But these records, and those who take all the data seriously, will eventually master this technology that may not be considered a big deal.

There is no change in the kitchen. There is rice in the box and vegetables in the refrigerator. The seasonings on the table are even richer. Looking at the stack of firewood and coal cakes on the stove, you can imagine that the students and teachers working here have enjoyed a farm stay these days.

In the corner of the cupboard, Zuo Lin made a small clay jar himself was still there. Zuo Lin was secretly happy. This small clay jar is Zuo Lin’s favorite kitchen utensils. This small jar is made of very ordinary clay clay, and the firing process is also very rough. However, this small jar has been with Zuo Lin for many years, especially after Mr. Sun started to learn, almost all the work of burning herbs was made with this small jar. Over time, the small clay jar seemed to be soaked in medicinal properties, and no matter what is used to cook, it will emit a faint grass fragrance. It is even more amazing to use it to cook. Zuo Lin had never been willing to throw away this small clay jar that was not very good-looking, and his love for this thing can be seen.

After filling the rice and water, he tried hard to ignite the small stove for burning coal cakes and adding a small clay pot. Zuo Lin thought of having a meal at home. He guessed that if he used up the rice, those college students and graduate students would not be too concerned about it.

Before the rice was cooked, Lin Jinghua poured it. The civil servant who appeared before 7 o'clock and the professional football player who was supposed to be cooking in the club dormitory looked at each other, but it seemed as if it was taken for granted, without any surprise.

"What is that smell so good?" Lin Jinghua asked impatiently, twitching his nose.

"I just cooked it and cooked some rice. I don't know you came so early, maybe a little bit."

"Rice? What kind of rice is so fragrant?" Lin Jinghua looked incredible and ran to the small stove to look at the small clay jar that was not very good-looking. "I really didn't realize that this little jar is used like this. I thought you used this to decoct medicine for your grandfather. Everyone thought about it for a long time but didn't dare to throw it away." Lin Jinghua laughed.

Zuo Lin said strangely: "You are here these days? You can't get to work if you set up a deposit?"

"Teacher Yu is a big deal. When the director knew that Teacher Yu had led me back then, he asked me to cooperate with the work of Teacher Yu's research team. The city's funds are still reporting, and these days they are spending money given by Mr. Yan. I just eat and drink here, which is much more free than working in the resettlement office."

After a few words, Lin Jinghua explained the matter clearly. Then, he stared at the small can of rice, as if he wanted to see something from the bumpy surface of the small clay pot.

After more than 20 minutes, the rice was cooked. As soon as the small clay pot was opened, the fragrance immediately filled the entire room. The two of them snorted and finished a small jar of rice in less than two minutes.

Seeing Zuo Lin clean the clay jar and dry it with a gradually extinguished fire, he took a few more copy papers to wrap the jar and put it into the bucket bag, Lin Jinghua frowned and asked, "Zuo Lin, what is this for?"

"Look?" Zuo Lin said with his mouth to the big room outside and said, "I guess you're going to stay here for a while. After playing the ball, I still think it's really hard to work in the field, but do you think it's really possible to come back to farm? Living in the club, it's not that convenient to come back."

Zuo Lin was indeed a little dissatisfied. After only a few days of leaving, the family became like this. He could not resent. Because the people around him were all helping him for various purposes. Although Yu Pingzhang had created this drama of occupying the magpie's nest, Yu Pingzhangjiu said it very clearly at the beginning that the first merit of this set of things must be recorded in his name.

Zuo Lin's feeling about home is very complicated. He doesn't know where he is now home. Is it under the waterline thousands of miles away or the bungalows here? The geographical significance of home is completely meaningless to him. Now, his parents are working tens of thousands of miles away, and his grandfather lives in the sanatorium on the monastery of Dianshan Mountain, and these bungalows have no meaning to home. However, Zuo Lin's expectation for a warm and intimate family is increasing day by day.

Taking away this small clay jar is just a simple expression of moving from one residence to another. Even though the club's dormitory is not a very ideal residence, it is still a question whether this insignificant small clay jar can be used.

Lin Jinghua nodded in understanding and said, "That's right. But there have been many questions accumulated these days. You came today and just asked you. I guess there are still many questions in the future, so you don't have any contact information?"

Zuo Lin was stunned for a moment. The landline at home became an office supply, and Zuo Lin didn’t have a cell phone yet. He said embarrassedly: “I’ll go out to buy a cell phone later and just give you a number.”

Lin Jinghua has a set of business cards, but most of the civil servants like him serve farmers, so the name of this business card was changed to a "Civil Affairs Service Card". Lin Jinghua took out a civil affairs service card and stuffed it into Zuo Lin's hand, saying: "Just get the phone done and call me, come and help solve some problems first."

Take out a thin folder from the information cabinet and take out a shorthand notebook. Lin Jinghua raised one by one the problems accumulated over the past few days.

This is the most familiar area that Zuo Lin is. On this small land of the greenhouse, Zuo Lin is a god-like existence. Especially those special plants that do not appear in any plant catalog, only Zuo Lin can explain their habits clearly. Zuo Lin has not received special training in agricultural science or botany, and he does not need such training. However, Zuo Lin can explain the characteristics of all plants clearly in plain language. The root system entanglement between plants, the rolling of earthworms under the soil, the expedition of ants on the wet stones... Everything in the greenhouse can be explained like this. In Zuo Lin's plain language clock, there is a simple poetic feeling: as if this small world should be running like this...

Natural itself is so cute and amiable, and Zuo Lin doesn't need to embellish anything, he just tells the things he knows in a casual manner.

If you can say this when you join the teacher in class, or you can explain this more in documentaries full of professional terms, maybe you will have a deeper understanding of the world. Unconsciously, such thoughts popped up in Lin Jinghua's mind.

At around 8 o'clock, the students who were "intern" here came one after another. Seeing Lin Jinghua sitting upright listening to Zuo Lin's explanation, the shorthand skills he had practiced hard at countless reports were fully utilized. The shorthand seemed to have a few pages of content on it. What Zuo Lin was talking about seemed to be their questions these days. Although there were no terms, Zuo Lin's explanation was so kind and concise. A student took a stool and sat down next to him. After a while, the students who arrived one after another formed a special small classroom.

"Is this guy the legendary master Zuo Lin Zuo?" A student secretly speculated, but happened to guess the facts. No one among them had seen Zuo Lin, but he just heard that the two magical greenhouses were written by a young man named Zuo Lin. The student looked at Zuo Lin carefully and said that he was young... he was indeed too young. This guy who was not as old as a college student could explain extremely complicated things in such poetic and picturesque language.

However, before everyone could hear it, a black car parked in the open space outside the door. A young man in a black suit walked into the room, not realizing that everyone was a little confused and asked inappropriately: "Is Zuo Lin there?"

Zuo Lin raised his head in shock and replied, "I am."

"I'm Old Patai Yan came to pick you up. The club said you went out early in the morning, so I'll come here to find you." The man said.

Lin Jinghua was still unsatisfied, but he knew that Mr. Yan must have something to look for Zuo Lin. He frowned and said, "Zuo Lin, you go first. Can you come back and come over again?"

Zuo Lin nodded apologetically and said, "I will come here after I come back from Mr. Yan."

The young man didn't care too much about the hostile gaze in the room. Even if he knew in advance that it would destroy the atmosphere, he would interrupt the small "lecture" without hesitation. For him, Mr. Yan's instructions had a high priority.

Sitting in the car, the calfskin seat is indeed very comfortable, but Zuo Lin is always a little uncomfortable. This luxurious car obviously drags Zuo Lin away from a simple life, but now Zuo Lin is powerless. The young man seems to have no intention of talking to Zuo Lin. Zuo Lin, who is idle, has to sit in the back seat and read the newspaper. It seems that he is ready. On the back seat are several newspapers published that day: Oriental Morning News, First Financial News, etc., those are all big newspapers with some taste.
Chapter completed!