Chapter 165 165. The water bottom is cold when transplanting rice seedlings
The morning in early April was still slightly cool.
Early in the morning, Old Man Li led the cow to the paddy field.
The cow was thrown aside and wandered around in the wasteland to eat, but he skillfully rolled up his trousers.
His rough, black-scarred feet stepped into the soft mud. Even though Old Man Li felt that he was strong this year, he still couldn't help but shudder.
“Ouch, it’s so cold!”
Just as he was talking, he saw Song Tan coming from the shore carrying a load. The load was full of strong seedlings, tied into bundles and placed neatly on top, stacked on top of each other, extremely full.
However, she was carrying it on one shoulder, with one hand lightly resting on the pole. Her familiar posture and stress-free movements made her feel as if she was a strong man, not the thin girl in front of her!
When Old Man Li saw this, he couldn't help but said "ouch" again:
This girl’s family is really good at farming!
Song Tan stood at the edge of the field and looked at him: "Grandpa Li, why did you go to the field? The water is so cold!"
To be honest, after stepping in for a while, Old Man Li’s soles felt a little warm when they were stuck in the mud.
The clothes on my body are thick and I don’t feel cold at all.
He then recalled his heroic spirit of sweating profusely in the rice fields, and said in a loud voice:
“It’s okay, you can’t compare to me when it comes to planting rice!”
Song Tan was confused for a moment - when it came to transplanting rice seedlings by hand, she definitely couldn't compare.
If you use magic...
He moved his fingertips and tried to lift the bundles of seedlings in the burden -
well!
The poor spiritual energy is particularly useless, so it can only be lifted. Just like a snap of the fingers, every cluster of seedlings is planted into the field. Maybe we will never see it again in this life...
But no matter how well the seedlings are planted, they can't stand up to the fact that Old Man Li is getting older now.
Song Tan was a little anxious: "I'm planting rice seedlings in advance. The water is so cold. I really don't plan to ask you to go to the fields today."
When she said this, Old Man Li was not happy anymore:
“Hey, you think I’m too old to do this, don’t you? Throw down the seedlings and I’ll plant them right away! Let’s see which one of us can plant them better!”
“I’m telling you, your dad can’t even compare to me.”
Song Sancheng, who couldn't compare with him, also rushed over at this moment. When he saw old man Li in the field, he was instantly happy:
“Uncle Li, you’re here early!”
Speaking, he took off his rubber shoes, rolled up his trouser legs without hesitation and got out of the field. Suddenly he made a move——
“Ouch, this water is so cold!”
Can it not be cold? Song Tan was furious.
Even Song Youde, who came later, also cursed on the shore: "You two are really! How many years have you not cultivated the land, and you have forgotten how many months it has been? Tan Tan said to plant rice seedlings, you dare to follow him?!"
“If I hadn’t seen her gathering seedlings there early in the morning, I wouldn’t have known that rice would be planted right now.”
No one here grows double-cropping rice, so rice transplanting usually takes place at the end of April or the beginning of May.
My granddaughter is so good. She has not been allowed to go to the fields to plant rice seedlings until she has grown up. She has raised a handful of rice seedlings and planted them in early April.
Will the things that grow out be good if the time comes that day?
Song Tan was also embarrassed.
This time it was actually her mistake. After all, who cultivates the land depends on the weather?
Let alone two crops a year, if you don’t pay attention to taste and variety, two crops a month is fine.
She took an awkward step back and exposed the seedlings: "Grandpa, look how strong my seedlings are. If I don't plant them now, they won't be able to grow back."
Song Youde lowered his head and took a look: "Okay, these are indeed the strongest seedlings I have ever seen before. The green ones are almost dripping with oil."
“It’s really crazy. How come we didn’t breed so well in the future?”
It’s also the default.
After all, the seedlings have been torn out, and now it’s impossible not to transplant them!
As for experience...he has much more experience in transplanting rice seedlings.
At this moment, I stood on the shore and rubbed my legs several times before going down to the field. It is indeed a bit cold.
But it was okay. He just looked at his son who was still stupid at his age, and looked at Old Man Li next to him who was comparing himself to the young man. He snorted again: "Tan Tan, go back and tell your seventh cousin, Let’s drink more **** soup at noon.”
"Okay," Song Tan agreed: "Grandpa Li, don't be impatient. Drink more at noon. I'll make another bucket for you and my grandpa to carry it home in the evening. You can soak your feet in it to ward off the cold."
“Don’t be careless with your body!”
Old man Li looked impatient: "Oh, why are you chirping? It's so cold, and we are still touching lotus roots in the lake - throw down the seedlings!"
Song Tan had no choice but to stand on the shore, picking up bundles of seedlings and throwing them down along the rice fields.
After a while, a load of rice seedlings were thrown away, and they were almost evenly distributed in the two paddy fields.
She also rolled up her trousers, her white and tender feet stepping on the grass, which made Song Youde's face darken:
“You **** girl, what do you want to do?!”
“You, my girl, are going to work in the fields. You will get cold air in your body tomorrow, but it will be easier for you!”
"It's okay, grandpa." Song Tan said angrily, "I'm really not afraid of the cold."
However, there is a kind of fear that makes parents think you are afraid.
Even Song Sancheng scolded with a frosty face: "Stand there, don't come down! With these two fields, can't the three of us finish it? Go back."
What are you going back for?
He couldn't think of anything, and finally changed the subject: "Go to the city and buy me a small three-wheeler."
Song Tan:…
Okay, if you don’t want to go into the water, you won’t go into the water.
As they said, it only takes most of a day's work to cover these two fields, so I don't miss one.
Turning around and just about to move, he asked Song Youde again: "Grandpa, I think everyone drives a tricycle. Why don't I buy you one too?"
Song Youde instantly laughed from ear to ear: "You kid, you just mess around with how much money you have. I'm old, what do I need for that?"
Song Tan was just about to nod, but saw him quickly follow up: "How about buying one? Grandpa has money, and I will get the money for you."
Song Tan turned around and left: "No, no, no, my dad is rich. He said he would save money by quitting smoking this year."
This is a serious statement!
Song Sancheng immediately jogged and struggled a few steps forward in the mud:
“I didn’t say it, I didn’t say it! Tantan, have you grown any tobacco?”
Turning his head to please Song Youde, he smiled and said, "Dad, I know you love smoking dry tobacco. This year, I asked Tan Tan to plant a row of tobacco for you on the edge of the field."
“If we dry and roll our own rolls, it will definitely be good enough.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Song Youde skillfully pulled out the smooth and oily cigarette rod from his waist and hit him **** the arm -
“What’s going on? You smoke cigarettes, and I smoke those free tobacco leaves, right?”
“Is it so difficult to ask you to pay for me to buy a car? When Tan Tan asked you to pay for me, look at how anxious you are..."
“Isn’t it just money? I have it! I’ll give it to you when I get back.”
Song Sancheng:…
Dad, I really didn’t mean that!
Thank you Qianqiu and Eternal for the reward...and thank you all for liking it!
It’s still the third watch tonight, as is the old rule, don’t wait.
Depending on the variety and climate, it is normal for rice to be harvested twice, three, and once a year. The planting time also varies depending on the variety.
(End of this chapter)