Chapter 152: 152 Farm work never ends

Chapter 152 152. Farm work never ends

Hurrying, Mao Li didn't care to check the time, and quickly took out a piece of cardboard, put all the lettuce shreds on it, and put it on the windowsill.

Let the night wind blow, let it cool, and then take it out to bask in the sun tomorrow.

However, this person had just entered the kitchen to put away dinner. Not long after, the door opened and his son Song Xuehai was soaked like a drowned rat.

“The heavy rain came too quickly.”

It started to crackle as soon as he got out of the car. He closed the car door and ran all the way back, and he was soaked to the skin. At this moment, he hurried back to the room and was about to change clothes. However, he was stunned for a moment, and then shouted loudly:

“Mom, I sent you a message this afternoon to close the window, but why didn’t you close it? There is rain all over the bay window.”

As for the shredded lettuce that I put away all afternoon—well, don’t look at it, the cardboard underneath is soaked and soaked.

Mao Li looked at the news she had missed and felt like she couldn't catch a breath.

Song Tan didn’t know that her aunt’s blood pressure was three liters a day and she was living such a wonderful life.

But she thought about it as she should have gone back, turned the steering wheel, and turned directly into the mall.

Since you plan to do live broadcasting frequently in the future, you have to buy a mobile phone specifically for live broadcasting. Otherwise, Qiao Qiao would always hold her mobile phone, which would easily delay things.

Come on, my dear brother has been doing well recently. Buy a tablet and go back to watch cartoons for him!

Sigh, I also said I would make time to take him to the amusement park. Now that I look at my schedule, I really think that farm work is easy.

Just after paying the money, Song Sancheng called again: "Tantan. When you come back, go to the building materials market to buy some colored steel tiles. Grandpa You and I are building a stove. We need to build a stove for this stove." Come out of the shed."

Otherwise, it would be really troublesome if it rains and winds.

This so-called color steel tile is an economical and practical material that is now popular after the elimination of asbestos tiles. In fact, the width is about one meter and the length depends on personal needs.

One yuan is not expensive at all, the most basic ordinary size one costs twenty or thirty yuan.

Now it’s really appropriate to build a shed to make a transition.

It’s just this money... When I bought the mobile phone and tablet, I paid a little extra, and when I bought the colored steel tiles... Come on, it’s all a day’s work!

She thought of her debt and got into the car sadly.

When he returned home, he saw that Song Sancheng had already set up a simple shed close to the courtyard wall.

The top of the shed is bare, but the large red brick stove in the middle of the shed is particularly eye-catching.

Nothing else, just like this, the whole yard became more and more cramped and ugly, and there was no planning at all.

What can Song Tan do? A penny can stump a heroic man.

Song Sancheng was helping to build a wooden shelf nearby to put his oil, salt, sauce and vinegar ingredients and chopping boards for the seventh cousin.

Song Youde took the time to fill his tobacco rod with a handful of tobacco leaves: "Tan Tan, what are you going to plant in those fields in the back mountain? That land has been deserted for many years. Now that I have picked it up, it is not fertile."

The total land there is only three acres. Song Tan thought about it:

There is no shortage of vegetables. Then...

“Soybeans, sesame seeds and sweet potatoes are all eaten at home. It’s better to grow them yourself.”

When it comes to sweet potatoes, it is difficult for Song Youde to have a good impression, but he also knows that young people like them quite a lot now. At the moment, he is only thinking:

After buying it, the land has been cleared anyway. It will be enough to build a few ridges and grow the sweet potato seedlings and plant them in them.

Since the sweet potatoes are about to sprout this season, just cut them with the top sprouts to show the freshness to the children. Song Tan nodded, and then remembered something: "By the way, grandpa will leave some time for Qiao Qiao to plant corn."

Qiaoqiao, a silly kid, is the only one who knows how to plant crops. What if he is not given some room for development?

What is there about this land?

Song Youde thought about it: since he said he wanted to plant corn, half of the sweet potatoes and half of the corn would be enough. Speaking of which, corn can also be used to feed chickens. Anyway, it is better than growing sweet potatoes.

The drizzle gradually became heavier. Song Tan only had time to fasten the colored steel tiles he brought back one by one. He looked at the sky while getting down the ladder. It was estimated that it would rain heavily today.

“It’s also strange,” Song Youde nodded and smiled:

"God is taking care of you. It usually doesn't rain so heavily during Qingming Festival. How can we water the seedlings that were sprinkled yesterday? We need a heavy rain from God. If they are watered thoroughly, they should germinate. It will sprout in two days.”

Song Sancheng also became happy: "But the rain must not be too heavy, otherwise all the seeds will be washed out, and the magpies will go to the fields to eat again."

Song Tan’s face froze.

The grasshoppers in the milkvetch field made the chickens roll their eyes.

Now that the seeds have just been sown, we must be on guard against those flying in the sky. No matter how much spiritual energy attracts them, no amount of seeds will be enough for them to eat.

Sigh, I only have so much spiritual energy on hand, and I have to go to the chestnut forest at night to catch the rain and dew. Day by day, there is really nothing left.

In the world of cultivation, it used to be possible to set up formations whether it was to promote the birth of spirits or to repel insects and birds.

But now that the world has changed, what kind of formation will she use?

I can only ask Old Man Li to stay rooted in the fields and chase birds away every day.

As for the bugs... we can only wait for the seedlings to grow bigger and use spiritual energy to shock them.

Thinking about it this way, the workload is really getting heavier.

However, how can this be the only agricultural work?

 I saw the seventh cousin coming back from the back mountain. He was looking at the pear bought by Song Tan again and again, and finally nodded to express his satisfaction.

Then he couldn't wait to ask her: "Your pigs are all raised in the back mountain. When are you going to release the pig pen and let them run on the mountain?" That kind of meat is delicious.

Song Tan thought for a while, and it was almost time. The piglets were now strong, running around more, eating, drinking and sleeping, and they would be able to contribute by the end of the year.

but…

“Seventh cousin, don’t worry. The iron fence in my back mountain has not been completely sealed. Aren’t we waiting to be sent over with Taolin’s people?”

“What kind of network do you need?” The seventh cousin didn’t care:

"Qiaoqiao specially took me to the back mountain to see the king. He is a good dog. With him here, you can't lose this pig even if you install an iron fence or not!"

“Besides, the dogs on the grasslands can herd sheep. If they herd a large herd, how can you, a big king like you, herd five pigs and not be able to herd them?”

Seventh cousin also knows how to play with mobile phones. How smart is the online shepherd dog herding sheep?

Your Majesty, he also saw what a big man he was! This is such a good breed, it would be a pity not to raise pigs.

Song Tan was dumbfounded: Your Majesty was not a security guard before...

But after thinking about it, the seventh cousin's suggestion is not impossible. Now I just raise five pigs, just in the back of my house.

If we raise more people in the future, will we have to surround them from all sides?

It’s better to train the king to feed the pigs while the pigs are young...ah no, let’s let the pigs go!

(End of this chapter)

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