Song Sancheng felt a little sorry for the Chinese milk vetch: "If you rush them like this, and don't turn them over and dry them in the sun, the Chinese milk vetch in the field will grow again later, and we will have to pull them out, right?"
"Besides, isn't it blooming? I saw the bees buzzing with joy, and I don't know how much honey they produced. Even if we can't sell the vegetables, it's good to leave them to the bees."
It is the nature of farmers to cherish everything they can eat. Song Tan was not in a hurry, so he slowly advised:
"It's okay, Dad. I plan to plant water spinach, onions, ginger, garlic and other things on that piece of land. If I plant them now, I can start harvesting in a month. I'll weed it when I have time... Let's make money first!"
The spiritual energy acts on the new crops, making them stronger and better able to absorb nutrients, which naturally leaves no room for weeds to grow.
"As for the bees... Dad, the flowers have only been blooming for a day or two, and there is only one field to supply the bees that are supposed to be responsible for the fifteen acres of flower fields - how can we supply them all?"
I bought five boxes of bees at once. After feeding them for a period of time, there are probably more than 20,000 bees. At the end of the day, the pollen in the fields is probably gone.
"But don't worry. Our fields are arranged in order downwards. I think the fields above will also bloom. They won't starve."
Since Song Tan had made all the arrangements, Song Sancheng had no choice but to agree.
Then he looked at her, hesitated for a while, and asked in a low voice: "Can you grow two rows of tobacco leaves for your grandfather in that corner alone?"
"Our soil is fertile this year, and the tobacco leaves are growing well. Your grandfather likes this, you see he is busy running around for our family..."
Song Tan sighed.
Yes, he never stops smoking even when he is busy. This father and son are of the same character.
But if she doesn't grow tobacco, her grandfather will grow it at the doorstep...
Song Tan thought about it, and suddenly smiled meaningfully: "Okay!"
Zhang Yanping looked numbly at this fair-skinned, beautiful and delicate little cousin. She opened her mouth but made so many arrangements in one meal. She could only put on a mask of pain:
"I finally understand why Tao Yuanming wrote, 'I planted beans under the southern hills, but the grass grew thickly and the bean sprouts were sparse'..."
Because farming is not something that ordinary people can do.
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Brother Yanping's painful transformation is still going on. Grandpa Song Youde and Song Sancheng went to help build a doghouse. Grandma Wang Lifen couldn't stop making money. After lunch, she jumped over the basket and rushed up the mountain!
Wu Lan felt anxious. After finishing her meal, she pushed the bowl away and quickly told Qiao Qiao to wash it.
Song Tan was not idle either.
A group of ducklings and chicks in the yard occupied the space in the corner, chirping and quacking, feeling the lingering aura of the yard every day. They are agile and lively, and cannot be ignored.
It's just that they eat a lot and grow fast, and now their lovely yellow fur has gradually faded, and their appearance has declined.
Song Tan called the king over and touched its head affectionately:
"Come, my king, watch over them. Starting tomorrow we will send the chicks and ducklings up the mountain. They will all be in the enclosure. You must keep a close eye on them."
"This is your job. If you do your job well, you will be rewarded. It's enough for you to eat as much as you want."
The king has been very well behaved these past two days since he came back, and his appetite doesn’t seem to be very big. Wulan even grumbled that he ate too little…
In fact, dogs are also spiritual.
It knows that it was sent away because it ate too much and its previous owner couldn't afford to feed it, so it has not yet recovered its original appetite.
Hearing this, he moved his front paws and readjusted his posture. His thick tail subconsciously swayed on the ground. Then, he stared at the chicks and ducklings in the pen with his bright eyes and uttered a low sound from his throat:
"Woof!"
"Don't be afraid of a lonely dog. When these three puppies grow up a little, I'll give them to you to take care of. Teach them well."
Suddenly, a heavy soft object fell from the king's tail. The king looked back and saw that it was indeed one of the five, six, and seven treasures. At this moment, it was trying hard to grab the tip of its tail, shaking its head, and trying desperately to kill it.
By the time Qiao Qiao finished cleaning the kitchen, Song Tan had already come out of the room carrying a large cylindrical bucket.
The bucket was new and shiny, with a crank on the side. In the other hand, he held a basin with two layers of filters, a brush, and a thin, sharp knife.
Then he stuffed the basin to Qiao Qiao:
"Let's go, Qiao Qiao, we're going to harvest honey."
Qiao Qiao cheered instantly, and quickly took the basin. Halfway through, he suddenly asked, "What does it mean to cut honey? Do you mean to cut off the bees?"
Song Tan: … If I had known earlier, I would have said to shake the honey.
But this also reminded her: "Wait a moment."
She went back inside and pulled out a mesh hood and a pair of rubber gloves.
"Come on, put on your hood and gloves, so you don't get stung by bees again."
The painful memory of last time was still in front of her eyes. Qiao Qiao put it on quickly and tied the gauze of the hood tightly around her neck, for fear that a fish would slip in.
The beehives are on the mountain path at the back of the mountain, and are placed in a stepped manner every five meters.
At this moment, the sweet clover in the field is enough for them to eat and drink, but there are not many bees here.
However, this is only relative.
There was still a lot of buzzing around the beehive. Qiao Qiao stood there, hesitating for a while before following.
"Come, study hard. When you are proficient in it, this task will be given to you in the future."
Everyone in the family has work to do. Although Qiao Qiao does a lot, he doesn't have a specialized job, so there's always something missing.
As for shaking honey, there is not much danger as long as you take proper precautions, so it is still very suitable for Qiao Qiao.
Qiao Qiao was indeed excited and nodded heavily: "Yes!"
The two men walked up the mountain, first found a flat stone to put the basin on, and then put the bucket aside.
He lifted the asbestos tiles on the top of the bellows to protect against wind and rain, and then opened the lid. The next moment, Qiao Qiao screamed "Ah!"
Then he looked at Song Tan again: "Sister, don't you want a hat?"
Song Tan shook his head: "Sister is the most powerful in the world, no need."
The beekeeper had previously posted a video with detailed instructions. Although it was Song Tan's first time, he acted like a veteran.
The main reason was that she had no fear of bees, so she was fighting with her bare hands, and her movements looked relaxed and casual.
Each beehive contains five wooden frames, on top of which are the honeycombs made by the bees.
She first picked out a piece, then instructed Qiao Qiao to take the brush: "Come on, be gentle, and brush all the bees off these honeycombs."
The honeycomb is of different shades of yellow.
The milky yellow color is the top layer of beeswax, the larvae are hatching underneath the slightly whitish color, and the deeper yellow is the unique color of honey, which means the larvae have not had time to give birth to so many.
The air was instantly filled with the unique sweet taste of honey, refreshing.
There are still many bees clinging to the honeycombs on both sides, and they have not flown away yet. You need to use a very soft brush to gently brush them away.
Qiao Qiao hesitated: "Is this their home? Should we drive them away?"