After the heavy rain, there were continuous sunny days, which quickly evaporated the moisture from the land.
Song Tan dragged out a trap from the pond early in the morning and found that although there were many fish and shrimps in it, it was obviously much less than the full appearance at the beginning.
But there is nothing we can do about it.
At first, the fish couldn't resist the temptation of spiritual energy, but now she takes time to spread some spiritual energy all over the mountains and fields every day, squeezing out every drop of it, and even the pond is not spared...
Look, not only have the fish become picky eaters, but the lush aquatic plants around them have also grown lush and green.
Nowadays, when family members walk towards the pond, they have to prepare a stick and pull the grass left and right to drive away the snakes that are running around.
The spiritual energy of this place has gradually become abundant!
Look, there are ducks next to the pond on the back mountain, and now wild ducks are flying over to the pond in front of the door, and the water plants are so dense.
Every day, Song Sancheng would take time to scoop up two large baskets of it and chop it up to feed the pigs and chickens.
Of course, people sometimes also eat the tender shoots of water hyacinth.
With so many fish, it would take everyone an hour to clean them up.
My seventh cousin, my seventh grandmother, and Aunt Lianhua were sitting there tidying up. Aunt Lianhua's mother-in-law had recently gone with Grandpa Song Tan to weave straw mats. The old man and the old woman were both sitting there with limited mobility, but they still had a lot to talk about.
Aunt Lianhua was not paying attention for a moment, and the fish's tail slapped her hand, leaving a red mark on the back of her hand, which had already become somewhat white and shiny.
"This fish is really strong!"
This little pain was nothing to her. At this moment, she was just looking at the grass carp in her hand with surprise.
“That’s it!”
The seventh cousin also expressed his opinion: "The taste has been getting better and better during this period."
However, although it tastes good, no one thought about it. Because there are often such people in the village, who do nothing in the fields, but the crops grow better than others, and the harvest is more than others.
What's the logic in this
There are still differences between people.
What's more, they eat more now and are used to it, so they are not as keenly aware of this delicious taste.
Song Sancheng came down from the mountain and said to Song Tan, "Tan Tan, you and Qiao Qiao will come with me to harvest soybeans later."
Qiao Qiao was stunned: "But the leaves are not completely yellow yet. Mom said that we should wait until the stalks, leaves and pods are completely yellow before harvesting."
In addition to white fungus and black fungus, nearly three mu of land in the chestnut forest was planted with soybeans. Although the plants grew a little leggy because they did not get as much sunlight as in unobstructed areas, the heavy bean pods on them indicated a good harvest.
Song Sancheng couldn't help smiling when he thought of the abundant harvest that was about to come. "It's ripe. It's so hot today. If we don't harvest them in a day, most of them will turn yellow. Now we can harvest them."
"The beans are turning yellow now, but they haven't fallen off completely. If they are completely dry in the field, they will fall to the ground when you harvest them... We can't waste time picking them up again, can we?"
For this, it's not worth it to ask for personal approval.
But if I don't ask anyone, it would be really painful to see so many beans falling to the ground.
Why not just cut them back now that the beans have turned yellow but haven't dried up yet
Besides, soybeans can fertilize the soil, so the chestnuts will definitely grow better next year! When the branches can no longer support themselves, he will have to use poles to support them, right
Thinking of such a bright prospect, Song Sancheng was still very happy even though harvesting soybeans was not easy.
For Song Tan today, this little bit of work is really not worth mentioning.
"OK."
She found two large baskets from the utility room nearby and called out to Qiao Qiao:
"You take the dog food with you and go up the mountain with Dad to harvest it. I'll go to the back mountain and ride the tricycle over there."
…
Qiao Qiao sees the chestnut orchard every day, and is no longer so shocked by the environment.
Song Sancheng only comes here every few days, and every time he feels that the green thorns on the chestnuts are particularly pleasing.
Look at the golden berries again - now is not the peak fruit-bearing season for golden berries, so the flowers are blooming particularly loudly. When the wind blows, the white petals dance like butterfly wings, it is so shocking.
He couldn't help but stop and sigh, then said with a sigh: "200 per pound."
“No!”
Qiao Qiao looked at him and said, "Sister said the minimum is 200, but the price hasn't been decided yet. And it's dried fruit, so we need to remove the thorns, cut it, and remove the seeds. We need 4 kilograms of fresh fruit to dry one kilogram of dried fruit."
"What's that?"
Song Sancheng's current behavior is not at all like the person who was reluctant to spend money to buy these golden cherries in the beginning.
"We paid for the seedlings and hired a few helpers to plant them. But look, how well the golden cherries are growing. How many fruits will they produce? It's like free money."
“It’s not in vain.”
Qiao Qiao wrinkled her nose in dissatisfaction: "I have obviously put in a lot of effort..."
To Song Sancheng, who had actually farmed the land, that little bit of effort was almost nothing.
In short, he happily carried the basket, did not argue with his son, and went into the chestnut orchard first.
…
On this side, Song Tan had already reached the back mountain.
Zhang Bo was already a little anxious:
"Tan Tan, you've rented this mountain for a few days, why haven't you made any moves yet? Do you have any plans?"
Song Tan also wants to move!
But now is the busiest time. Rice fields are being planted and surveillance cameras are being installed. Peaches are about to be harvested, watermelons and vegetables are still being sold, and soybeans are about to ripen...
What's more, summer is coming soon, and the wages for hiring people to work at this time are extremely high.
She could only wave her hand: "No hurry, I'll find someone to plan it out later."
This is what I'm really looking for.
Zhang Wangjia looked at the piece of mountain land next door that temporarily belonged to him, as well as the green vines climbing on it, and was very happy at the moment:
"My kudzu root must be growing well this year. Look at how strong it is!"
“That’s it!”
Song Tan was not polite at all. She had secretly given him some spiritual energy, so she responded seriously, "I used some new fertilizer before—Uncle Zhang, do a good job with the kudzu root this year. I'll let Qiao Qiao help you with the live broadcast when the time comes."
"If it doesn't work, you can hire two people to help clean up."
Picking up kudzu root is a purely physical job, and it would be very disadvantageous to do it alone.
"If you can make a lot of money this time, will you regret it after looking after your children?"
No one is a saint. Upon hearing this, Zhang Wangjia's eyes and eyebrows indeed showed a hint of satisfaction.
Seeing this, Song Tan could only sigh.
Today, this family of father and son, who were once close by blood, has developed a deep hatred.
She quickly changed the subject:
"But Uncle Zhang, are you really not going to plant this land? You can keep some of the kudzu root for planting, and you can earn some income every year."
“No more planting.”
Zhang Wangjia shook his head: "I'm old now. Even if I earn a million, I can't do this kind of hard work anymore."
Besides, he works for Tan Tan, gets paid and eats, he can't be busy with his own business every year, right? It takes more than one or two days to deal with Pueraria root...
That's too outrageous.