Song Tan Jishi

The continuous sunny days after the heavy rain quickly evaporated the water on the land.

Song Tan dragged out a ground cage by the pond early in the morning, and found that although there were many fish and shrimps in it, it was obviously much worse than the full appearance at the beginning.

But this is also impossible.

Back then those fish couldn't stand the temptation of spiritual energy, but now she sprinkled some spiritual energy all over the mountains and plains every day, squeezed out not a single drop of herself, even the pond...

Look, not only the fish have raised their mouths, but also the lush aquatic plants around them are lush.

Now when the family members are walking to the edge of the pond, they all have to prepare a stick to move the grass left and right to disperse the fleeing snakes.

The spiritual energy in this place has gradually become abundant!

No, there are ducks by the pond in the back mountain, and now there are wild ducks flying over in the pond in front of the door, and the water and grass are so dense.

Every day, Song Sancheng took the time to fish out two big baskets, chopped them up and fed them to pigs and chickens.

Of course, for example, the young shoots of water hyacinth, people sometimes eat some.

And with so many fish, dragging them back is enough for everyone to clean up for an hour.

The seventh cousin, the seventh grandma, and Aunt Lianhua were sitting there tidying up——Aunt Lianhua’s mother-in-law recently followed Grandpa Song Tan to weave straw mats.

And Aunt Lianhua didn't notice for a while, and was thrown onto the back of her hand with a "snap" by the fish tail. The back of her hand, which had been raised a little white and shiny, immediately showed a red mark——

"This fish is really strong!"

This pain was nothing to her at all, and she was only looking at the grass carp in her hand in surprise.

"That is!"

Seventh Cousin also expressed his opinion: "The taste of eating is getting better and better during this period of time."

However, delicious food is delicious, but everyone didn't think about anything else. Because there are often such people in the village, the fields are obviously not doing anything, the growth is better than other people's, and the harvest is more than other people's.

What's the point?

There are still differences between people.

What's more, they eat a lot now and are used to it, but their perception of this delicious food is not so keen.

Instead, Song Sancheng came down from the mountain and said to Song Tan: "Tan Tan, you and Qiao Qiao will go collect soybeans with me later."

Qiao Qiao was stunned: "But the leaves are not all yellow yet, my mother said that the poles and leaf pods are all yellow before harvesting."

Excluding white fungus and black fungus in the chestnut forest, almost three acres of land are planted with soybeans. Although the growth is a little too long because the light is not as good as that in the unshaded place, but the heavy pods on it can be regarded as a bumper harvest.

And Song Sancheng couldn't stop smiling when he thought of the harvest that was about to be full: "It's ripe. It's so hot today, if you don't collect it for a day, there will be a lot of pornography. Now you can collect it."

"Now the beans are yellow when harvested, but they haven't fallen off completely. When they are really dry on the ground, they will easily fall to the ground when they are harvested... You can't spend more time picking them up?"

For this, please personally do not deserve it.

Don't ask anyone, it hurts to see those beans falling on the ground so many times.

Just take advantage of the fact that the beans are now yellow, but they haven't done it to that extent, just cut them back and forget it.

Moreover, soybeans can fertilize the land, and next year's chestnuts will definitely grow better! When the time comes, the branch won't be able to stand, so he will have to support it with a pole, right?

Thinking of such a bright future, even harvesting soybeans is not easy, Song Sancheng is still happy.

For Song Tan today, this job is really not worth mentioning.

"OK."

She found two big baskets from the side utility room familiarly, and then called Qiao Qiao:

"You take the dog food and go up the mountain with Dad to cut it, and I will go to the back mountain and ride the tricycle over."

...

Qiao Qiao watched the Chestnut Garden every day, and was no longer so shocked by the environment.

Song Sancheng, on the other hand, only came here every now and then, and every time he felt that the green thorns wrapped in chestnuts were particularly pleasing.

Take another look at the golden cherry blossoms—this is not the full fruiting period of golden cherry blossoms, so the flowers bloom very loudly, and when the strong wind blows, the white petals dance like butterfly wings, not to mention how shocking it is.

He couldn't help but stop and sigh, and said with a sigh: "200 a catty."

"Not!"

Qiao Qiao looked at him: "My sister said that the minimum price is 200, and the price has not yet been set. And it is dried fruit, which needs to be pricked, cut open, and deseed. It takes 4 catties of fresh fruit to dry a catty of dried fruit."

"What's the matter?"

Song Sancheng's behavior now is not at all like the person who was reluctant to spend money to buy these golden cherry seeds.

"Didn't we just pay for the seedlings and hire a few helpers to help plant them? But look, how well does this golden cherry grow? How much fruit can it bear by then! It's like picking up for nothing. money."

"It's not in vain."

Qiao Qiao wrinkled her nose in dissatisfaction: "Obviously I have put in a lot of hard work..."

That effort, in the eyes of Song Sancheng, who had actually cultivated the land, was almost nothing.

In short, he happily carried the basket and entered the chestnut garden without fussing with his son.

...

And this end, Song Tan has already arrived at the back mountain.

Zhang Bo was already in a hurry:

"Tan Tan, you have rented this mountain for several days, why haven't you moved it yet? Do you have any plans?"

Song Tan also wants to move!

But now it's the busiest time, the rice fields are planting seedlings, and monitoring is still needed, peaches are about to harvest, watermelons and vegetables are still on sale, and soybeans are about to ripen again...

What's more, the summer is coming soon, and the wages are not usually high when hiring people to work at this time.

She could only wave her hands: "Don't worry, I'll find someone to plan it later."

This is really looking for.

On the contrary, Zhang Wang's family looked at their own mountain next door and the green vines on it, and they were very happy at the moment:

"My kudzu root must be growing well this year, look at how strong this pole is!"

"That is!"

Song Tan was not polite, but she quietly gave some spiritual energy, so she responded seriously: "I used some new fertilizers before——Zhang Bo, do a good job of kudzu root this year, and then I will let Qiao Qiao live broadcast Bring it for you."

"It's really not possible, and then you will also ask two people to help clean it up."

Cleaning up the kudzu root is a purely physical task, and it is too disadvantageous to do it alone.

"If this wave can make a lot of money, will you regret it after seeing your children?"

No one is a saint. Hearing this, Zhang Wang's eyebrows and eyes really showed a little joy.

Seeing this, Song Tan could only sigh.

Now, the father-son family, who were once close by blood, has developed deep-seated hatred.

She quickly changed the subject:

"But Uncle Zhang, you really don't plan to plant this land? You keep a part of kudzu root for planting, and you can earn some money every year."

"No more."

Zhang Wangjia shook his head: "I'm getting old, even if I earn a million dollars, I won't be able to do such strenuous work."

Besides, he is working for Tan Tan, receiving wages and eating, so he can't still be busy with his own affairs every year, right? It's not a day or two to clean up kudzu...

That's too outrageous.

ah! I forgot that I didn’t write about eating edamame. Now that the soybeans are cooked this morning...let’s write about planting soybeans next year.

besides.