Song Tan Jishi

The migrant worker Big Bear quickly took his children on a ride to the greenhouse.

Although the sunshine is good today, the wind is very strong and it is very cold, so the roof is only partially opened. Now that pollination is about to begin, Song Tan also came over to help close it because he was afraid that it would be too cold to affect the bumblebees' movements.

And "Hitchhiker" Qiao Qiao and Grandma Tang stretched out their hands: "We're here, let's get to work!"

In fact, without Qiaoqiao’s instructions, the bumblebees were already buzzing with joy——

In fact, they are essentially model workers, able to work 12 hours a day without taking a break. It’s just that my appetite is too big, so I go back to the ground to earn powder and eat it, but there is not a single bit left.

In addition, Daxiong, the leader, is really not very good, so he seems lazy.

Now that I entered the greenhouse, I was buzzing instantly. I knew I was extremely happy without having to communicate.

The greenhouse has been open for a month, and the greenery inside is different from the bleak winter outside. The cucumber vines have already climbed a long distance on the bamboo poles, and the green and fluffy tomato vines have begun to bloom.

For the bumblebees, this is a feast!

Their perception is much better than that of human eyes. Although their eyesight is average, they can't stand upright and are very good at drilling. Not a single one of those tiny flowers hidden under the layers of leaves can be missed!

A group of people were already buzzing under the nearest tomato vine. Everyone was communicating with each other and working hard. Before long, a small pollen basket was visible to the naked eye on its hind legs.

Ah this.

Song Tan curiously opened up the layers of leaves, and then stared at the small flowers blooming underneath.

Little things are pretty good at hiding! Just looking at the buds on the vines, I thought it would take two days.

And another group of bumblebees went straight to today's protagonist-strawberry flowers!

Unlike cucumbers and tomatoes, which are bright yellow when they bloom, strawberry flowers are much more delicate and lovely. They bloom one after another in the middle of the lush green leaves. The small white petals and the tender yellow hairy stamens form the five-petal flower shape common in nature.

It’s much easier to pick up the powder from such flowers than cucumbers and tomatoes!

Especially since they grow short, although the stems are thin and thin, they are supported by layers of leaves at the bottom. When the bumblebees lean up with their huge bodies, they no longer have to worry about the whole flower being pulled down!

Moreover, these flowers bloom very considerately for lazy bees. They are often in clusters of five, six or seventy-eight. After picking this one and picking that one, you don’t need to flap your little wings too much...

Buzz! It’s simply a fairy flower!

The bumblebees were working diligently, but Song Tan was already pulling in the shed:

"Grandma Tang, do you think these strawberries are planted too densely? At that time, I sent 100 more strawberries. I thought it would be possible to squeeze them in, but now these strawberries are too big..."

Grandma Tang, who had been married to Professor Song for decades but didn’t know much about agriculture, her eyes widened.

Even though she didn't know anything, she could tell at a glance whether the strawberries were good or not!

The strawberry field in front of me is just right. The soil has been mixed with various base fertilizers before, and it is blessed by the spiritual energy of the enclosed space...

Nowadays, the strawberry leaves are so strong that they completely cover the soil underneath, and the clusters of small white flowers with yellow stamens are teetering and trembling under the heavy physical blows of the bumblebees...

You don’t need to think about it to know that it will be a grand scene when the harvest comes.

And Qiaoqiao also came over, her mouth wide open in surprise: "Sister! They look so hard!"

"Yeah..." So Song Tan was worried: "Where can we move these more than 100 trees?"

When in doubt, ask an expert—Song Tan called, ready to shake Professor Song.

But at this moment, the barrage that no one was paying attention to became lively:

【Move me here! Move me here! ! ! 】

[No talent at all, the sunroom garden is 20 square meters, and I have sufficient experience in growing flowers...]

[First of all, let’s talk about how many times a year the plants in your flower pots are updated and iterated, right? 】

【Me me me! Raise your hands and I will grow strawberries! 】

[I want to raise my hand, but I also have a strawberry greenhouse at home, so I shrink back with a guilty conscience]

[No need to ask, such a small amount of strawberries will definitely not be sold. Isn’t it okay if I don’t sell it and grow it myself? Please host look at me]

[I want to say something, but no one is watching the barrage, so it’s useless to say it... It’s more practical for me to dream by myself first]

【Hey Hey hey! Isn’t anyone paying attention to Big Bear? Where did the big bear fly? 】

As for Big Bear? Big Bear found a place with the most flowers and slowly picked them one by one.

The little wings no longer have to bear the unbearable weight of life, and they can work with great energy! In this moment, the yellow pink basket on the hind legs became quite big.

Zhang Yanping was huddled in the warm room. Looking at the barrage at the moment, she couldn't help but touch her face: "What do you think I am missing? Why are you better than me in live broadcasting at home? They don't even have a mouth yet." I can’t speak.”

Xin Jun was preparing for class with his notebook in his hands. He didn't even raise his head when he heard the words: "You look like this. When people watch your live broadcast, it will probably feel like you have joined the underworld online. It doesn't feel safe."

Zhang Yanping's eyes widened: "You!"

He looked at Professor Song: "Onlookers are clear, Professor Song, you are here to comment."

Professor Song put away his phone and looked at Zhang Yanping seriously, respectfully and sincerely. After only looking at it for a moment, he quickly turned his gaze to Xin Jun's face, and his expression relaxed visibly.

"Yan Ping... You can't just look at appearance. Everyone praises Pan Yue, but everyone knows that he has bad conduct. Zuo Taichong is the most ugly person in the world, but everyone knows that he is the most accomplished poet in the Western Jin Dynasty..."

Zhang Yanping opened his eyes in confusion, with a sincere expression: "I don't know."

Professor Song paused and suddenly stood up: "What about...Song Tan comes to see me if you have something to do. I'll go out."

After saying that, he picked up his down jacket and went out.

Zhang Yanping came back to his senses, and now he strangled Xin Jun's neck and shook him dizzy: "Good guy, is this what you teachers can say?! Tell me what's so ugly about me!"

…

At this end, Professor Song hurriedly fled the battlefield and crossed the brand new asphalt road to the greenhouse in the field.

As soon as he came in, he let out a sigh: "This greenhouse is well managed!"

Humidity, temperature, light...all can be felt. Even if you can't feel it, you can understand it just by looking at the greenery here.

But thinking about it again, the old Song family has a certain metaphysics about growing things. If it hadn't been for the two months in between when I went back to school to see how miserable their sparse experimental fields were, I would have gotten used to this kind of vitality by now.

He put down the curtain and walked directly towards the deepest strawberry field: "Let me see, in fact, more than 100 trees spread out in these two fields are not noticeable at all - hiss!"

"You have too many of these, right?!"

Update one. I wanted to slack off, but we are going to Fei 10’s house on the 25th! It’s a six-day trip, so I’d better hold on now!