Chapter 14 14. Sowing vetch
Machines roared in the fields, and villagers chatted while working. More and more wild grass and trees were piled up on the field edges. The brown soil that had not been plowed for a long time, with a moist smell, was exposed to the bright morning sun.
The mountain village showed its long-lost liveliness.
Wang Lifen opened the utility room that had not been opened for a long time in the corner of the yard. It was a mud house built decades ago.
That year she had just given birth to a daughter, and Song Youde and his brothers worked together with the mud, cut straw, threw out bricks, and slowly built the house.
In the beginning, this was their main house.
As the children grew older and brick houses were built, this room became a stack for storing grains... and when the fields were no longer farmed, it became a utility room.
Qiaoqiao ran over: "Grandma! Grandma!"
Wang Lifen had just pulled out a few pairs of burdens, and when she heard the words, she responded: "Qiao Qiao!"
After a while, Qiao Qiao's round, pruned head poked in: "Grandma, my sister said she would take me to farm later and asked me to borrow a small basket."
He was quickly attracted by the piles of burdens on the ground: "Grandma, what is this?"
Wang Lifen smiled and brought him a small basket. After thinking about it, she pulled a piece of plastic rope, folded it several times and tied it around his waist: "We Qiaoqiao can farm now!"
Song Qiao puffed up his chest proudly.
But he still persisted in asking: "Grandma, one, two, three...seven, eight, eight...what are you doing with this?"
“This, this is for hens to hatch chicks.”
Qiaoqiao’s eyes lit up: “I want to hatch too!”
Wang Lifen: ...This is why she didn’t want to answer immediately. This child has too many problems one after another.
Fortunately, little children like to play with older children. When Song Qiao was three years old, Song Tan was eight years old. Song Qiao was eighteen years old... He still felt like he was three years old.
You should find older children to play with.
Wang Lifen figured out his thoughts and asked at this moment:
“Then are you going to farm with your sister, or are you going to come back and hatch chicks with your grandma?”
This kind of problem is really difficult for Song Qiao.
He hesitated for a long time, and finally looked at the direction of his home from a distance: "My sister and I are going to farm."
Before leaving, she was reluctant to leave: "Grandma, please discuss with the hen not to hatch too fast, and wait until I come back together..."
When the grinding spirit finally went away, Wang Lifen took out four baskets and put them in the warehouse, with a thick layer of hay underneath. Then she counted twenty or thirty eggs in each basket and put them in. Then, she went to the chicken coop. Li caught all four hens in—
This country chicken has a thin body and long legs. It hurts when it bites people. It is usually not easy to catch.
Like today's meaty broiler chickens, they are lazy. If they chase it for two steps, they will be too lazy to run and simply sit down. However, whether it is laying eggs or eating, they are not comparable to native chickens, and they are only better than efficiency.
In order to catch them, Wang Lifen deliberately did not open the door of the chicken coop early in the morning. There was a "clack-clack" sound inside all morning.
Put the four hens one by one into the large-hole basket, put another basket upside down on top, and fasten it tightly. If you persist like this for a few days, the hens will start to prepare to hatch chicks.
Just wait for twenty or thirty days, and the chicks will hatch.
At that time, it happened to be late March, the weather was warm, everything was growing, and it was also a good time for chicks to grow.
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After two days of clearing, the oak trees in the back mountain have been cleared enough, and of the seven fields, only the outermost two are left today.
Ulan was still a little hesitant: "It's still very cold in the morning and at night..." The temperature difference is too big, and it's easy for the buds to freeze to death. We should wait at least another half month.
Song Tan thought: I know it too. But I didn't pay attention when I activated the spiritual energy for the first time two days ago, and the seeds almost sprouted directly.
Alas, it’s because she has little experience in planting in this world, and she doesn’t know how precious spiritual energy is to the plants here.
If you delay for another two days, either the activity of the seeds will be exhausted in advance, or they will germinate directly as they pile up.
So she could only act stubbornly: "Mom, this milkvetch is not rice, how can it be so delicate? It will definitely survive."
Hand out his hand again to say hello: "Qiaoqiao, have the seeds been packed? Once we've packed them, let's go to the field."
Song Qiao, no matter what season it is or what sprouts, the frame around her waist is filled with milkvetch seeds mixed with sand, which is almost ten kilograms.
The milkvetch seeds are flat and small. Even though they are mixed with sand, they are not mixed in much. Ten kilograms is almost enough for two acres of land. For Song Qiao, it is more like playing.
He looked beaming and full of expectation:
“Sister, I will farm today!”
“Good Qiaoqiao, my sister knows you can plant it!”
The siblings went out like two heartless fools.
Ulan:…
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Standing on the ground, the smell of soil hits my face. The plowed soil is turned over, and weeds with white roots can be seen inside.
Song Tan has been eating the food from his hometown for several days. Although it is much better than the food in the city, Ulan's cooking skills cannot be said to be good. But as her Qi refining period progressed, the impurities in her mouth became increasingly unbearable...
What you eat every day, after a night of practice, you have to go to a smelly toilet the next day...
well.
In short, it has nothing to do with cultivators eating wind, drinking dew, and purifying their bodies with glass.
Thinking of this, Song Tan also became anxious.
The two big bags of seeds in my hands are also eager to germinate, and their vitality can be felt through the bags.
Song Tan didn’t hesitate anymore, grabbed a handful and waved it around. The seeds, which were flying and moist after soaking, fell silently on the soil. They quickly blended into the brown soil and were difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.
On the surface of the earth that no one noticed, the vigorous vitality burst out, and the neglected seeds began to bloom thin cracks from the inside out.
As long as there is moist morning dew and appropriate sunlight, they can grow wildly and vigorously without covering with soil.
This vigorous vitality made people feel extremely peaceful. Song Tan lowered his head to look at them, and decided to wait until all the seeds were sown and take advantage of the warm day to quietly introduce more water vapor to press them into the soil.
A month later, large areas of purple flowers will bloom here.
Her first step to recover costs is to start with these milkvetch.
With this belief that the seeds would return to their roots, it didn’t take long for Song Tan to finish sowing the field, and was about to switch to another field when he saw Qiao Qiao still squatting on the ridge of the field, carefully looking at the seeds.
“Qiaoqiao, what are you doing?”
But Qiao Qiao said solemnly: "Sister, you can't plant like that. You have to dig a hole, put two seeds in it, and then cover it with soil."
Song Tan was stunned for a moment, then realized—isn’t this a way to grow corn?
Co-author Qiao Qiao only knows how to grow corn!
Come and farm together!
(End of this chapter)