Machines roared in the fields, and villagers chatted while working. There were more and more wild grass and trees piled up on the ridges of the fields. The brown soil that had not been plowed for a long time was exposed to the bright morning sun with a moist smell.
The mountain village showed its long-lost liveliness.
Wang Lifen opened the utility room in the corner of the yard that had not been opened for a long time. It was a mud house built decades ago.
That year she had just given birth to a daughter, and Song Youde and his brothers worked the mud, cut the straw, and made bricks, slowly building the house.
Initially, this was their main house.
Later, as the children grew up and a brick house was built, this room became a place to store grain... After we stopped farming, it became a storage room.
Qiao Qiao ran over: "Grandma! Grandma!"
Wang Lifen had just pulled out a few carrying poles from inside and responded with a cry: "Qiao Qiao!"
Not long after, Qiao Qiao's round, buzzed head poked in: "Grandma, my sister said she would take me to farm later, and she wanted me to borrow a small basket."
Soon, he was attracted by the pile of carrying poles on the ground: "Grandma, what is this?"
Wang Lifen smiled and brought him a small basket. After thinking for a while, she tore off a piece of plastic rope, folded it several times and tied it around his waist: "Our Qiao Qiao can farm now!"
Song Qiao puffed out his chest proudly.
But he still kept asking: "Grandma, one, two, three... seven, eight, eight... what are you going to do with this?"
"This, this is for hens to hatch chicks."
Qiao Qiao's eyes lit up: "I want to hatch too!"
Wang Lifen: … That’s why she didn’t want to answer right away. This kid asked too many questions, one after another.
Fortunately, little kids like to play with older kids. When Song Qiao was three years old, Song Tan was eight years old, and Song Qiao was eighteen years old... but he still felt like he was three years old.
You should find older kids to play with.
Wang Lifen understood his thoughts and asked:
"So are you going to farm with your sister, or come back to hatch chicks with grandma?"
This kind of question is really too difficult for Song Qiao.
He hesitated for a while, but finally looked in the direction of home: "My sister and I are going to farm."
When leaving, she was reluctant to leave: "Grandma, talk to the hen and tell her not to hatch too quickly. Wait until I come back..."
When the annoying person finally left, Wang Lifen found four baskets and put them in the warehouse. She put a thick layer of hay at the bottom, and then counted 20 to 30 eggs in each basket. Then, she went to the chicken coop and caught all four hens.
This country chicken has a thin body and long legs. It hurts people when it bites them, so it is not easy to catch it.
Like today's broiler chickens with thick meat, they are lazy. If you chase them for a few steps, they are too lazy to run and just sit down. However, whether it is laying eggs or eating, they are no match for local chickens. The only difference is efficiency.
In order to catch them, Wang Lifen deliberately did not open the door of the chicken coop early in the morning, and the "clucking" sound from inside could be heard all morning.
Put four hens one by one into the large-hole carrying basket, then put another basket upside down on top and fasten it tightly. After a few days of this, the hens will start to prepare to hatch chicks.
Just wait for twenty or thirty days and the chicks will hatch.
It happened to be late March, the weather was warm, everything was growing, and it was also a good time for the chicks to grow.
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After two days of clearing, all the oak trees on the back hill have been cleared, and of the seven fields, only the two outermost ones are left today.
Song Tan saw that the weather was about right, so he pulled Song Qiao over to sow the astragalus seeds.
Wu Lan was still a little hesitant: "It's still very cold in the morning and evening..."
The temperature difference is too big, and it is easy to freeze the tender shoots to death. You should wait at least another half a month.
Song Tan thought: I know that too. But I didn't pay attention when I first activated the spiritual energy a few days ago, and the seeds almost sprouted.
Alas, it was also because she lacked experience in planting in this world and had no idea how precious spiritual energy was to the plants here.
If you delay for another two days, either the seeds will be exhausted in advance, or you will have to watch them germinate directly.
So she could only act stubbornly: "Mom, this astragalus is not rice, how can it be so delicate? It will definitely survive."
He extended his hand again and said, "Qiao Qiao, have you loaded the seeds? If you have, we can go to the fields."
Song Qiaoke didn't care what season or what the seeds sprouted. The frame around his waist was filled with sweet clover seeds mixed with sand, weighing almost ten kilograms.
The seeds of sweet clover are flat and small. Even though they are mixed with sand, the amount is not much. Ten kilograms are almost enough for two acres of land. For Song Qiao, it is more like playing.
He looked beaming and expectant:
"Sister, I'm here to farm today!"
"Good boy Qiao Qiao, sister knows you can grow!"
The brother and sister went out like two heartless fools.
Ulan: …
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Standing at the edge of the field, the fishy smell of the soil hits you in the face. The plowed soil is turning over, and you can see wild grass with white roots sprouting inside.
Song Tan has been eating hometown food for several days. Although it is much better than the food in the city, and Wulan's cooking skills are impeccable. But as she progresses in the Qi Refining Stage, she becomes more and more unable to tolerate impurities in her mouth...
After eating every day and practicing overnight, I have to go to the stinky toilet the next day...
well.
In short, it has absolutely nothing to do with the cultivators' eating wind and drinking dew and having a pure body of glass.
Thinking of this, Song Tan also became anxious.
The two large bags of seeds in my hands were also eager to sprout. I could feel their vibrant vitality through the bags.
Song Tan did not hesitate any longer, he grabbed a handful and threw them. The seeds, which were soaked and moist, fell silently on the soil and soon merged with the brown soil, making them difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.
On the unnoticed surface, the vigorous vitality gushed out, and the ignored seeds began to open up tiny cracks from the inside out.
All they need is a nourishing morning dew and appropriate sunlight, and they can grow wildly and vigorously without being covered with soil.
This vibrant vitality made people feel extremely peaceful. Song Tan looked down at them and decided to wait until all the seeds were sown, and then take advantage of the warm daytime to quietly draw more moisture to press them into the soil.
In a month, large patches of purple flowers will bloom here.
The first step for her to recoup her costs was to start with these astragalus.
With the belief that he would get his money's worth, Song Tan finished sowing the seeds in this field in a short time. When he was about to move to the next field, he saw Qiao Qiao still squatting on the edge of the field, looking at the seeds carefully.
"Qiao Qiao, what are you doing?"
But Qiao Qiao said solemnly: "Sister, your way of planting won't work at all. You need to dig a hole, put two seeds in, and then cover them with soil."
Song Tan was stunned for a moment, then he realized—Isn’t this the way to grow corn
It turns out that Qiao Qiao only knows how to grow corn!