Song Tan turned around and carried his hoe to the back mountain.
There was a lively scene on the mountain.
There was still a piece of work left to be done on the excavator, and the young man was working hard with an honesty that was different from Zhang Yanping.
Zhang Wang’s family divided weeds and wood chips into small piles, stacked them up with pig manure and soil, and sprinkled various fermentation bacteria into them.
At the edge of Taoyuan, there is a rather spectacular hillock.
In another three months, the compost will be ready for use.
Song Sancheng went to the chestnut orchard as usual to turn over and ventilate the black fungus. The golden cherries planted some time ago had already grown leaf buds and unfolded tender green leaves, which were full of vitality and particularly pleasing to the eye.
The one who is most out of tune with the others is Zhang Yanping.
In order to make himself appear less lazy, he took the opportunity to go to the pond at the foot of the mountain to observe the fish fry.
The splashes were too small, so in order to prevent them from being eaten by other fish, a pond was specially fenced off next to the two ponds. When they grew up a little, an opening was made in the pond to ensure their natural growth.
At this moment, he was walking along the pond, roughly estimating how to build the duck shed, and looking at where to place the water pump tomorrow.
If the peach tree is delivered this afternoon, it will have to be watered tomorrow or the day after tomorrow.
This mountain is not a flat and square piece. There are inevitably some corners and bumps that are difficult for the excavator to handle.
Song Tan was leveling the land with his three uncles who were helping him with a hoe when he heard someone say:
"Tan Tan, you have a hundred or so fruit trees on this acre of land. It's such a large area. We can't finish planting them by tomorrow if we rely on just a few of us."
"If you're in a hurry, you'll have to call more people."
Hurry up, why not
At this time of year, the peach trees in some places have already blossomed, and they are just planting them now, so how can they not rush
Song Tan looked at the empty mountain and felt it was a bit small when he rented it. He was thinking about expanding the area in the future.
But when it comes to really working on it, it seems like there is no end to these twenty acres!
She also asked, "Uncle Chestnut, how many people are needed?"
Zhou Banli was always honest. He took a look and asked her, "How big is your fruit seedling?"
Song Tan gestured: "Six centimeters."
Although Zhang Yanping is lazy, he is still reliable when talking about business.
He played an indispensable role in enabling us to buy these five-year-old seedlings at the market price of three-year-old seedlings.
So the labor reform was abandoned halfway, and Song Tan pretended not to see it.
Zhou Banli breathed a sigh of relief: "Then this tree is not big. One person can plant about 70 to 80 trees a day."
But she has twenty acres!
Oh, nothing to say, just get someone help.
Song Tan threw down the hoe, turned around and went to the chestnut orchard to call her father.
If you want to find someone in the village, her father has to come.
First of all, her father knows who is reliable at work and who is just cutting corners and taking advantage of the situation.
Secondly, no matter how big her business is, she is still a girl who may not even know how to farm. Naturally, she cannot be as trustworthy as Song Sancheng, the head of the family.
Song Sancheng was also shocked by the number of people and grimaced:
“It really takes so many people!”
These twenty or so people... there are only thirty households left in their village!
The only good thing is that this job does not require any special strength and can be done by both men and women.
Song Tan thought for a moment and said, "About twenty people."
"My uncle Zhang told me to go to his field and bring all the fertilizer over so that we can lay a layer of base fertilizer before planting trees. Someone has to do this."
It's already past two o'clock now, and they are still cleaning up the mountain. They will have to wait until four or five o'clock for the fruit trees to be delivered. They can't plant them today, but they will try to finish the work tomorrow and water them in the evening to help them take root.
Isn't it necessary to mobilize the broad masses of people
Song Sancheng thought about it and couldn't help but worry again: "Then I have to find two more people tomorrow to help your mother cook."
"Let's put it this way," Song Tan said, "Two people are needed to help with cooking, and each person gets 100 yuan. Twenty people are needed to plant trees, and each person gets 150 yuan."
Song Sancheng thought for a moment and said, "The price is right, but Tantan, when we have such a good thing, of course we should let the villagers do it first. I will call all the men and women who can work."
"For the rest, I'll call some guys from other villages."
"OK."
When it comes to finding people to do the work, Song Tan is not as professional as her father at the moment: "You arrange it."
Just as I was about to turn around, I suddenly remembered something -
"Dad, I think we need to plant something to fence off the peach orchard. Otherwise, anyone from anywhere can get in. There's only one king, and even if he has six legs, he can't escape."
Song Sancheng took a deep breath:
"Girl! Please calm down. We can talk about this in two days. Let's plant the peach tree first."
Song Tan turned around happily:
"I know. I'll tell you ahead of time. Think about what else to plant."
She strolled around the back mountain twice and found that there was nothing else suitable for their area except the golden cherry.
So-
"Brother Yanping, Brother Yanping!"
Zhang Yanping was playing games by the pond. When he heard the sound, he was instantly startled.
"What's wrong? What's wrong? I'm just helping you look up information about this hawk-billed peach!"
Timi's voice was so outstanding that Song Tan heard it on the mountain.
But she saw through it but didn't say anything. She only asked, "Can you get some more golden cherries?"
She pointed to the back hill and said, "I plan to use it to fence off the peach orchard."
Zhang Yanping smiled bitterly: "Sister, you suddenly want such a big piece, where can I get it for you?"
"These things are now grown without thorns, but you specifically picked the native species with thorns."
He called Lao Zhou in the flower garden directly.
Old Zhou is so heartbroken!
Almost a thousand meters of land had to be planted, even if one tree was planted every two meters, that would still be five hundred trees! It wasn't necessarily about how much money was made, but the main thing was that I missed such an opportunity!
It is so easy to cultivate this golden cherry, just take cuttings...
He regretted it deeply, but it was too late for him to do more cuttings now. Others wanted to grow large seedlings to serve as a preventive measure.
He watched the business fly away, and he had to work hard to find a source of supply in order to retain this customer. He felt so sad inside.
Fortunately, as a middleman, I can make a little profit from the price difference.
Lao Zhou told the truth: "If you want to find big seedlings this season, the price will be more expensive than what I have here."
Zhang Yanping looked at Song Tan, who nodded: "Don't worry, just plant it before the end of May."
The weather was not too hot at that time, so the survival rate was high and the seeds grew fast.
After hanging up the phone, Zhang Yanping also sighed:
"You said you just wanted to build an orchard, but why do you need to spend so much money on chaining? It's not enough to just plant golden berries, you have to put up wire fences, right?"
That's a must.
Song Tan has already looked at the price of hawk-billed peaches in previous years. Normally they sell for more than ten yuan per pound, not to mention the ones produced here.
How can these peach trees all over the mountains be called peach trees? They are clearly money trees!