Chapter 112 112. Farmyard manure fermentation bacteria
Wang Lifen also earned one or two thousand from picking tea leaves in March. Although the speed is a little slow, the quality is not bad!
You cannot hear such words nowadays!
At this moment, I quickly asked: "Am I old at my age?"
Mao Li got stuck again.
She thought about the old lady's age: You are already seventy or eighty, so you are not considered old?
Ulan didn’t expect this to mean something, it meant that she was giving orders to the old lady at home - after all, it’s not a hard job for everyone to eat together and help choose dishes!
On the contrary, he responded with a smile: "You are not old, you are really not old. This year, you and my dad are both in good health. It's very good!"
That's not true, the spiritual energy is scattered in the food and tea leaves in front of and behind the house. Subtly, not to mention curing the disease, but mentioning that the spirit is still stable.
Wang Lifen thought about it and became more and more convinced of the old saying: "Sure enough, we are poor. The more we have work to do, the better our spirits will be."
Ulan smiled at Mao Li again: "Sister-in-law, there are a lot of people at noon today, so I was thinking of booking a table at the family cafeteria in the village. That restaurant has good craftsmanship and also cooks in the ground pot. Our mother insisted on it."
Hearing this, the aunt answered decisively: "That's not possible. We have vegetables all over the place, so why should we spend money to eat from others? It's so expensive!"
Without hesitation, he sat down in front of a pot of milkvetch and started picking it up, and said, "Where's Tantan? You didn't say how much it cost when you gave me this dish last time. You said this kid has some good stuff left to sell for money." Yeah, why are you giving it to your family? "
Looking at the large bundle of milkvetch in the pot in front of me, most of which are purple vetches with pink flowers, I couldn't help but feel more regretful: "These are all old now."
Wulan laughed: "Tan Tan came back and said that you took his aunt to buy ducks, which was dozens of dollars cheaper."
“Besides, you are one of your own family, so you have to keep good things.”
Then he looked at the milkvetch on hand: "It was because I was short of money this year that I thought of going to sell it and try it. Who knew it tasted really good, but now that the flowers have bloomed, I can't eat it. There is only so much left. I might as well eat it at noon." Fire it up.”
Why is there so little left?
Mao Li also quickly laughed:
“I’m telling you, why did you send milkvetch there so quickly? I didn’t know until I went to the vegetable market later that this thing is so expensive. Look at me...”
She looked ashamed: "I thought it was two yuan a pound, so I went and bought one for ten yuan. Tantan was so angry that she refused to sell it."
Song Tan didn’t even mention this when he came back. This was the first time Ulan had heard about it.
At this moment, listening to this neither yin nor yang tone, I felt angry, thinking that it costs twenty yuan a catty of vegetables, and you want to buy five catties for ten yuan. What are you dreaming about?
Your own relatives cannot settle accounts like this!
Giving is giving away, buying is buying, these are two different things.
But before she could say anything, Song Sancheng walked back with Uncle Song and his eldest uncle with a smile. He turned around and entered the house with another bag of yellow paper:
“Let’s go, let’s go visit the grave first.”
Uncle Song looked around the yard: "Where is our dad?"
Speaking of this, Song Sancheng had a hard time not showing off, so he raised his chin reservedly: "Where is the back mountain? Tantan wants to plant fruit trees there, and our dad is watching over it now."
"That's not a joke. She's a girl, so you just let her do what she wants? If you lose money by then, it won't be a small amount."
"Besides..." He glanced at the mountain behind: "Didn't you see any movement above you?"
His family members always considered what they said. Song Sancheng didn't think too much about what he said about losing money. He just added proudly:
"As soon as we came back, the village party secretary said that she returned to their hometowns to start a business, and she asked us to wrap us in the back mountain." We're planting fruit trees on that barren hill. We'll dig holes today, and I guess the saplings will be delivered soon."
It also required the help of the excavator guy. The work was originally scheduled to take five to seven days, but it was almost completed in less than four days.
Now use the big bucket to dig a hole accurately. The rest of the people can do some repairs and wait for the trees to be planted.
Oh, this young man Yan Ping found is so real!
But he went to the city to pick up fruit seedlings in the morning, so he was nowhere to be seen now.
Speaking of this, Song Sancheng was still a little worried: "This tree is a few days late. I don't know if it will have any impact on the harvest."
Ulan couldn't see how embarrassed he was, so he quickly interrupted:
"Go and burn it quickly. It will be noon if you don't burn it. By the way, tell the tillers not to leave today and stay for a meal."
The people who farmed the land demanded a lot of money, but when they said they wouldn't include food, they really didn't eat.
I also have relatives in the village here, and I always go to my relatives’ houses.
The land is almost finished being plowed today, and it would be inappropriate to leave no one behind for a meal.
Song Sancheng looked at the time and saw that it was really late, so he quickly took his uncle and uncle to the back mountain.
As for visiting graves, local rules are mostly reserved for men. If Auntie and Mao Li want to go, they can go. If they don't want to go, they will be pulled down.
However, Mao Li and Sun Yanyan were thinking about more and better things in the fields, while the aunt was looking at the dishes that ten or twenty people had to prepare, and she couldn't spare her time to help arrange them.
At this moment, Song Tan drove back with Qiao Qiao.
The car was also parked at the entrance of the courtyard, and there was a faint smell. She connected a water pipe from the faucet outside and was rinsing it at the moment.
When Wulan saw this, he couldn’t help but wonder:
“Didn’t you mean driving to the back hill for a walk? What’s the point of this? It smells like that.”
Song Tan laughed: "My dad was right. My uncle Zhang went to the back mountain to help early this morning. He picked up all the broken branches and leaves."
“Then he piled it up on the edge of the orchard and asked me to take it to our back mountain to meet the king—he will take away the manure from the pig pen, chickens and ducks, and make a piece of compost.”
Speaking of this, Song Tan really felt that the salary of two thousand yuan was very worthwhile.
Because although the Zhang Wang family is slightly lame, they can work quickly and have great strength. Even though he seems silent, his mind is very advanced.
This morning, Song Tan watched him mix pig manure, chicken manure, duck manure, grass and mud, etc. according to experience, and then pile them up in piles. He took out a bag of farmyard manure fermentation bacteria from the basket. Falling over...
Song Tan was really surprised.
If the people in the village know how to use chemical fertilizers and urea to spray pesticides, then she admits it 100%, but this kind of fermentation bacteria is a variety of beneficial fungi, and the range of various strains is very wide. She doesn't know about other villages, but the people in the village definitely Never heard of it.
This fermentation bacteria is really good, but I don’t have the conditions for composting, so I just checked the information. At present, the potted plants at home use simple Bacillus subtilis and the like...
(End of this chapter)