Song Tan Jishi

The phone beeped in his pocket, but Song Tan was busy driving a group of chickens and ducklings to the field, so he didn't care at all.

The bees were covered with fluffy pollen, and the field was buzzing and buzzing at the moment, making it extremely noisy.

The chubby bumblebee tried its best to flap its wings, but it was only difficult to maintain a low-altitude flight that could not fall off, and then fell heavily on a purple vetch flower.

It's been a long time, but the head has not been inserted into the flower, and it is almost dangling with the delicate stem, tilted to the side. For a moment, the wings trembled in a panic, looking particularly clumsy and pitiful.

Song Tan couldn't help laughing, then pulled up the seine net, and drove the chickens and ducks to the nearby field that had been emptied of pollen.

At the beginning of April, without her interference, little grasshoppers and caterpillars came out, all of which were attracted by spiritual energy, and all of them were fresh and tender.

So much so that the chattering chicks and ducklings almost ran wildly, spread their little wings, and then plunged into the field!

For them, what is this field? It is clearly the granary!

Not only can I eat the grass leaves that are full of aura, but I can also eat those fresh and tender insects that devoured the grass leaves. I can still hear Dabai’s high-pitched quacking sound on the other side from a long distance away. It’s clearly another joy rushed into the pond.

Those water flowers that I bought were pitiful. In order to ensure their rapid growth, Song Tan sent in a lot of spiritual energy, and the water plants next to the moist ones were extraordinarily vigorous.

It's a pity, there used to be a lot of herring and grass carp in the pond, but now they are thrashing around at the bottom, forcibly eating up the surrounding aquatic plants.

Dabai dangled leisurely on the water surface, picking up two duckweeds and eating them from time to time, showing this leisurely pastoral comfort even more.

But obviously only animals are comfortable.

For example, Song Tan, she also just went to work on the mountain before taking over the job again.

Even Qiao Qiao was not idle, he took Zhang Yanping up the mountain with his honey shaker and tools.

That's right, Brother Yan Ping, who wholeheartedly resisted labor reform, successfully got rid of the hard work of going up and down to the fields after his active performance (won the outstanding performance of the five-year-old Yingzui peach seedlings at a price of 80 yuan), and now he only needs Just work with Jojo.

This made him overjoyed and grateful, and he felt the wind blowing under his feet while holding the heavy bucket.

The land cultivator made a rumbling sound, from far to near, the uncle sitting on the machine smiled and asked her:

"Song Tan, there are a few fields left. I will plow them roughly for you today, and then I will plow them one by one tomorrow. Do you think it will work?"

That's right, starting tomorrow, they won't be selling milk vetch anymore.

There is really no supply in the fields.

For one thing, the zi vetch is old, and it is not easy to make it fresh and edible.

Secondly, the customer who came all the way to buy goods by two thousand catties at a time also emptied the fields.

Seeing that the Qingming Festival is a good time to plant the land, if you don't plow the fields, when will you wait?

"Okay, Uncle. You can look at the arrangement. It's finished here. There are still a few fields under the back mountain that need your help to tidy up."

"OK!"

They are all from the countryside, and everyone is very strict about the weather, so he dare not work hard on this matter, and his reputation will be ruined if he is not careful.

After all, before and after Qingming, planting melons and beans is a big deal.

Moreover, he has earned a lot of money by plowing land for Song Tan this season, and he is also very happy at the moment, and he has become more and more attentive to the depth of plowing.

And Song Tan surrounded the chickens and ducks, and ignored the bumblebees and bees who were still struggling hard, but directly picked up the baskets and walked to the two green fields at the outermost edge.

Old man Li was quite embarrassed: "Tan Tan, you said you plowed the land, didn't you tell me a long time ago, I asked the cow to plow the field!"

"Why do you still pay for someone else's machine? It's so expensive!"

He thought of the rice, flour, grain and oil that Song Tan had sent over, and felt even more embarrassed.

Song Tan laughed:

"Grandpa, this cow is getting old, how can you be willing to ask it to do heavy work?"

Old man Li just smiled: "Take it easy, it won't be tired even if you don't rush to work. Besides, you can see that it is smooth and smooth now, and I haven't seen it so energetic in so many years."

That is.

Song Tan thought to himself, every time this cow is full of coarse grains at home, he rushes to the field to eat violet vetch. Ziyunying has been sold for a month, and it has been eaten for a month... Can this old cow's body support well?

If it weren't for Zi Yunying, which can only be eaten as an ingredient, not the main ingredient, she thinks this cow will sleep in the field.

She pondered, then reached out to touch the cow's ears, the other snorted, looked over with big wet eyes, and put her head to the side again.

Song Tan laughed: "However, Grandpa Li, you can't be idle. Polish the plow rake these two days. After his machine has been plowed, we will plant rice in these two fields. When the water comes in, you still have to bring the old ox to plow.”

Old man Li is not afraid to ask him to work, but he is afraid that there will be no work to do. Hearing this, his spirits are lifted:

"That's right! No matter how good his machine is, can it compare to my old cow in our small field?"

"Don't worry, we've been growing rice for a lifetime, and I promise to clean it up for you!"

Watching Song Tan take out the sickle from the basket, he asked again: "Is this planning to cut some more and feed them to the pigs?"

"That's right," Song Tan laughed: "It's for the pigs to eat, and you have to chop it up and feed it to the chickens and ducks. Otherwise, the field here will be cleared up this afternoon, and it's a waste to bury it in the soil."

If there were not enough aura and aquatic plants in the pond, we would have to chop them up to feed the grass carp now!

Old man Li took a look: That's only a stick-long zi vetch, what kind of sickle do you use? You can make money with your bare hands.

After a while, he hurriedly stepped on the field ridge: "Then I'll go back and get the burden. I want to prepare more for my cattle, and dry it for fodder."

What's the matter, the zi vetch all over the ground is too old to be eaten by others, is it still bad enough to eat?

As soon as old man Li left, Song Tan looked at the brilliant purple and green intertwined all over the floor, and the silent and honest old cow next to him, and heaved a long sigh in his heart when he thought of his ambitious live broadcast plan at the beginning.

Originally, he wanted to pick up the late-stage technology that had been away for a hundred years, and make himself an up master with millions of fans!

I didn't expect that people's calculations can't keep up with big data calculations, and people don't like to read this stuff!

But the computer has been bought for so long, so I can't just leave it there, the online sales will start sooner or later... let's just take some photos now.

Going out without a stand, Song Tan randomly pressed the phone on a piece of vetch and set it up against the ridge of the field. Only then did he see the message from the savior, and he slid over after reading it.

Nothing to look forward to, right?

After all, there is probably no one in this world who would not like her tea leaves!

Sure enough, as soon as I touched the fish, it was dragged into the night...

Milk vetch can not be eaten in large quantities as the main ingredient.

It's the third watch tonight, but it won't be until twelve o'clock, so don't wait, watch it tomorrow morning.