After the Waking of Insects, spring rain will come.
The misty drizzle fell silently, and the entire field and hilltops were covered with a layer of light green mist, fluffy and wet.
Song Sancheng had just settled the wages for his fellow villagers. Now, when he smelled the rain and soil outside, a smile appeared on his face.
“This rain comes at the perfect time.”
For more than half a month, they have been busy every day. Wulan has to cook for a large group of people and clean up the house.
Song Sancheng had to lead people to weed the fields and hillsides, cut down trees, trim tree trunks, and also find time to build pig pens, chicken coops, and duck sheds...
The person who delivered the mushroom cultures just arrived this afternoon. I plan to stay at home and plant the cultures tomorrow, so I settled the wages of tens of thousands of yuan.
Looking again, God was taking care of us: it was raining!
Wu Lan held the account book and sighed: "Tan Tan, your 60,000 yuan is gone."
"If you need to spend money again, it will be supported by your father and I, and you have to follow our arrangements." Otherwise, I'm really afraid that she will loosen her grip and make arrangements again.
Song Tan thought about it in his mind -
The piglets haven't been brought back yet, but the pig pen has been built, so her mother has to pay for it even if she doesn't want to. The ducklings have to be bought, so she has to pay for it too.
I won’t buy any chicks this year, as they are being hatched at grandma’s house!
The wooded land on the hillside has been cleaned up and all the seeds have been purchased. Next, I will need some labor costs to plant the fungus strains. There are no other expenses!
She nodded and asked the key question: "Mom, what do you want to eat?"
Wu Lan was holding her breath: "We have no money, what are we going to eat? Go, take Qiao Qiao with you and go to the hilltop to dig wild vegetables!"
"Okay!"
There are so many slopes with wild vegetables in the countryside. Not to mention the depressions on the hillside behind their house, there are layers of them.
However, the best season for digging wild vegetables has not yet arrived, and the quantity now is probably not much, just enough for them to have one or two meals.
Song Tan went back to his room to clean up, thought for a moment, and took his cell phone stand with him: "Qiao Qiao, let's go pick some wild vegetables!"
Song Qiaoqiao couldn't wait to rush out of the yard: "Oh! It's raining! I want to step on water with my mother pig!"
However, it was foggy when it rained, and the ground felt a little wet. Where did the rain come from
Qiao Qiao was silent.
The brother and sister ran into the forest like monkeys, and Wulan was still shouting behind them: "Pick some wild onions and come back to make scrambled eggs for you!"
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Having grown up in the mountains, the brother and sister moved very quickly. In the middle, Song Tan even took another look at the rough pig pen in the back mountain.
A large shed built of wood, with branches and tarpaulin pressing down tightly on the top, and stones padding the inside. Even though the straw has not been spread inside, it already looks quite clean and fresh.
The pigs are active in this way, so the pork must be delicious. But there is also a problem. Pigs will definitely pee and poop everywhere every day. The range of activities in the mountains is too large, and there is no way to enclose a manure pond for them. For this reason, Song Sancheng thought about it for a long time.
However, he finally figured it out.
When the piglets are still young, they are not allowed to run around, otherwise there are grass, tree roots and stones on the hillside, and they can easily fall and get hurt.
At this time, we should make their pen smaller, dig a shallow pit, and slowly throw the pig manure in. Gradually, the pigs will know where to defecate.
Once you have developed a habit, you can expand the scope step by step when you are older...
It would work or not. This was Song Sancheng's first time raising pigs in the mountains, so he decided to give it a try! At most, he would just spend more time shoveling manure in the mountains every day, and when it ferments, it can be used as fertilizer.
After going around the woods, we arrived at a gentle slope halfway up the back mountain, where green grass had begun to sprout.
Qiao Qiao was already pointing at a large clump of lush green onions: "Sister! Scrambled eggs!"
Wild onion, also known as sand onion and mountain garlic, is much smaller than ordinary onions and garlic, and even less sturdy than leeks. Every time we eat this at home, Qiao Qiao's task is to pick and wash it, so the impression is very deep.
Song Tan looked at it and hesitated: "This wild onion is growing so well, should I scramble eggs for lunch? Or stew crucian carp?"
But no matter what, just pull it out first.
Not only are there wild onions, there is also a clump of newly grown amaranth flowers next to the woods. They are a little small, but they are definitely enough to make a plate.
Next came the shepherd's purse. There was quite a lot of it, some big and some small. Qiao Qiao was already happily shoveling it with a shovel.
But... there were too few things, and the phone and equipment were wasted, there was nothing worth taking pictures of.
She sighed, and suddenly thought of something else -
What is the current price of wild vegetables
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The brother and sister went out for an hour or two. Wulan took the basket and asked in confusion, "You guys went to the pond?"
"Yeah yeah!"
Qiao Qiao's sleeves were mostly wet, and it was obvious that she was having a lot of fun playing in the water.
Wulan flipped through the wild vegetables she brought over and said, "This watercress is quite tender. I wonder if you guys picked it up right after it sprouted. How can we eat it?"
Song Tan thought about it and made a decisive choice between mixed shredded chicken and stewed fish soup: "Cold mixed shredded chicken!"
Shredded chicken requires chicken breast. Who in the village sells chicken breast alone
Wu Lan ignored her: "Okay, I'll go fry some pepper oil and make a cold dish for lunch. We've been entertaining guests with fish and meat these days, so it's just right to have something light."
"Why is there purslane here? Just a handful? Then mix them together later."
There are quite a lot of wild onions. Look how neatly arranged they are. Qiao Qiao must have cleaned them up while playing in the water by the pond.
Wulan looked basically satisfied:
"It just so happens that the crucian carp I caught last time has thawed. Let's make some soup and stir-fry the rest of the fish into twice-cooked pork. Otherwise, it's too cold to just eat cold dishes on this day."
Finally, there was a thick layer of shepherd's purse at the bottom. Wulan made a decisive arrangement: "Just in time to make dumplings for dinner!"
Song Tan, who doesn't cook, has no right to complain, and she is also looking forward to it.
Now another thing comes up:
"Mom, the weather has been warm recently. I think the wild vegetables will grow like crazy after the rain. How about I dig some more tomorrow and take the bus to the city to sell them?"
This really impressed Wu Lan: "You're going to set up a street stall? Have you ever been to a vegetable market?"
Song Tan understood what she meant - if it were his old self, he would definitely be thin-skinned and unable to let go.
Nowadays...
After half a month of hard work, I have spent all my money. If I don't make some progress, I don't know how much trouble I will have to spend applying for funding next time.
What's more, she took advantage of this spring rain to draw a lot of spiritual energy to the pond on the hillside. At least she should be able to harvest dozens of kilograms tomorrow!
Isn't this just testing the market first
So she patted her chest and said, "Don't worry! I will definitely be able to do it tomorrow!"
Song Sancheng had been silent the whole time, but upon hearing this, he responded, "The bus leaves at six in the morning, and it has to go around town for a long time. It will be almost nine in the city, so how many people will buy groceries?"
"How about this, Tantan, you pack the vegetables tomorrow afternoon and leave early in the morning. I'll ride my motorcycle to take you to the intersection, and you can take a van at the intersection, just in time to sell vegetables at the morning market."