Song Tan didn't know that Zhang Yanping had delayed her finding a senior teacher. At this moment, she was swinging a hoe in the peach orchard, digging a long row of seedling holes with a huff.
It seemed like the group of men working around were under a lot of pressure.
To be honest, growing watermelons is not a very tiring job. Everyone worked hard. They dug holes in the front, planted seedlings in the back, and then covered the soil.
The assembly line work is done with great coordination.
But ever since Song Tan came, the progress has been so slow that it seems like all these grown men are just slacking off and trying to get by.
For a moment, everyone was too embarrassed to say anything and could only keep their heads down and work forward.
Song Sancheng and Song Youde endured for a while, but couldn't bear it any longer:
"Tan Tan, stop digging and go home to help your uncle. You will get tanned easily in the sun."
Are you kidding? It's only seven o'clock and the sun has just risen! Besides, she is not afraid of the sun.
"Dad, I just want to hurry up and plant all the watermelon seedlings. It won't be good if they are exposed to the sun."
It is actually a bit inconvenient to grow watermelons in a peach orchard.
In order to bear fruit, the peach tree has many branches and forks. In fact, you need to bend down all the time when working, which is quite tiring. Be careful not to touch the peach tree with the hoe. It is a delicate job.
"It's okay." Song Sancheng pointed to the watermelon seedlings that had been moved over to her and said, "The man selling the seedlings is a kind man. Look, there's still soil under the seedlings. They're all packed in shoe boxes. The temperature isn't high now, so don't worry."
Watermelon, it’s easy to grow.
In the early years when we were still raising pigs at home, melon seeds would often sprout in the pig manure pile.
Song Tan was not worried about the survival rate at all, she just wanted to come over to lend a hand, but Song Sancheng whispered to her:
"Look at you, you have so much strength, but you work so fast, who can keep up with you? If you come here to work, we won't even have time to chat."
How can there be a working atmosphere here? They are not rushing to harvest rice before the rain, and they are racing against time.
Song Tan: …
If the capitalists heard what his father said, every strand of their hair would be written with rejection.
but…
Now the capitalist is her father’s daughter.
Song Tan sighed and put away his hoe:
"Then I'll go home and contact the clients."
What customers? She couldn't just go door to door to sell to them one by one. After walking around the yard twice, she couldn't help but take down the box from the utility shed again.
When I opened it, I found that there was not a single bumblebee inside. Only traces of their nest were left, but...
"Qiao Qiao, please find a new home for your big bear. This box is too small. It seems like it doesn't even want to have babies."
She had checked and found that a normal bumblebee queen could give birth to seventy or eighty babies, but this little fat one in her family only gave birth to twenty in total.
Although she didn't expect these animals who could eat and drink to produce a bottle of honey for her, what if the environment limited them? It would not be good to force them to change their nature.
Qiao Qiao was still practicing catching loaches. He blinked blankly, "Where should we move to? Should I bring Big Bear back and tell him?"
Today, Big Bear had his meal at a wild peach tree, right next to a pond. Every year, the tree produces green peaches the size of quail eggs, which all rot before they can be eaten. However, the trees bloom beautifully.
In comparison, the peach trees on the mountain were planted late, so they are slow to bloom now.
Song Tan waved his hand: "I'll go, I'll find a wooden box and put it not far from where our bees are. Big Bear has a good temper and won't fight with them."
He really has a good temper and won't get prickly no matter how you touch him.
And if a fight really breaks out, I don't know whether it will suffer more damage by just using its body weight or by the opponent's agility and flying.
Qiao Qiao has not yet gotten started with the business of raising bees, but since Daxiong has such a good temper, it will definitely be okay, so he nodded and listened to his sister obediently.
My sister's method is more brutal.
Song Tan directly took out an empty small wooden box from the room and quickly made a few holes in it. This treatment was far inferior to that of the professional beehives of the bees.
It can be seen that the living standard of those who eat white rice is inferior.
She carried the box in one hand and came to the pond. Her little finger flew around, and after a while, she saw a black and yellow furry creature stumbling down from the top of the peach tree, and then used its long legs to grab her little finger without hesitation.
The small wings carry this chubby body with great difficulty, and the yellow and black furry body behind it is covered with yellow pollen.
If you look more carefully, you can see pollen baskets on the big bear's legs.
Not only the big bear, but other bumblebees around also slowly gathered around, but they seemed to be a little stupider and did not dare to come over directly.
Song Tan picked up the box and said, "Come, this is your new home. Go in and smell it." Just like training a dog.
In fact, she only knows how to coax the dog.
A hint of spiritual energy dissipated into the box, and the big bear flapped its wings and crashed straight into it.
Although he managed to avoid crashing into the cave entrance, Song Tan clearly heard a "bang" sound after flying in.
She sighed.
Is Big Bear working hard? Yes!
I go out early in the morning and come back after dark. I wish I could work 16 or 17 hours a day. But I can't even save a pound of honey in a year. I'm just like today's office animals. It's really pitiful.
Dozens of bumblebees rushed in, making buzzing sounds, and they were obviously very happy.
Song Tan picked up the box again and placed them in a place not far from the beehives in the back mountain.
This kind of crude breeding method is probably only possible with her relying on spiritual energy.
"Stay in your new home and don't fight with the bees, do you hear me? They can make money, but you can't. You have to rely on them for support."
After thinking about it, I realized that these bees were indeed working hard, so I gave a little more spiritual energy to each beehive, making the bee buzzing even louder.
The next moment, a series of creaking sounds were heard from the bushes, and Dabai's head with a little yellow hat popped out again, with its two big eyes staring at this side vigilantly.
Then came the king, who also came over quietly.
Song Tan grabbed Dabai's neck, lifted him up and shook him: "You are so smart."
Then he put it down and gave it a little more spiritual energy: "Remember, this beehive is also ours, protect it well."
As for the king... You can touch its head without bending down. It is soft and plump. Although there are leftovers at home during this period, its fur is shiny and smooth. After touching it twice, Song Tan felt reluctant to let go.
"My king, aren't you bored staying in the back hills all the time? Why don't you switch positions with Dabao and the others when you have time?"
The king immediately groaned from his throat, raised his body slightly, and placed his two front paws on Song Tan's shoulders, which were heavy, and he used his big head to hit her face with all his might.
"Woo woo woo..."
I can have special treatment here every day, so I don’t want to change my shift, I don’t want to change my shift!