Chapter 467 467. Soybeans and ground cages
The continuous sunny days after the heavy rain soon evaporated the water from the land.
Song Tan dragged out a ground cage by the pond early in the morning and found that although there were many fish and shrimps in it, compared with how full it was at the beginning, it was obviously much better.
But there is nothing we can do about it.
At first, those fish couldn't stand the temptation of spiritual energy, but now she takes the time to spread some spiritual energy all over the mountains and plains every day, squeezing out not a drop of it, even in the pond...
Look, not only the fish have become naughty, but the lush aquatic plants on the edge have become lush and green.
Nowadays, when family members are walking to the edge of the pond, they have to prepare a stick and use it to move the grass left and right to disperse the escaping snakes.
The aura of this place has gradually become abundant!
No, there are ducks next to the pond in the back mountain, and the pond in front of the door now has wild ducks flying over, and the water plants are so dense.
Every day, Song Sancheng took the time to fish out two large baskets and chop them into pieces to feed the pigs and chickens.
Of course, people sometimes eat some of the young shoots of water hyacinth, for example.
And with so many fish, it would take everyone an hour to drag them back.
The seventh cousin, the seventh grandma, and Aunt Lianhua were sitting there cleaning up - Aunt Lianhua's mother-in-law had recently gone to weave straw mats with Grandpa Song Tan. The old man and the old woman were all sitting there and couldn't walk. Not to mention, there was quite something to talk about.
But Aunt Lianhua was not paying attention for a moment, and was thrown to the back of her hand by the fish's tail with a "snap" sound. The back of her hand, which had been cultivated to be a little white and shiny, immediately printed a red mark -
“This fish is so powerful!”
This little pain was nothing to her. At this moment, she could only look at the grass carp in her hand in surprise.
“That’s it!”
Seventh cousin also expressed his opinion: "The taste of eating is getting better and better during this period."
However, it’s delicious, but everyone didn’t think about anything else. Because there are often people like this in the village. They don't do anything in the fields, but they grow better than other people's fields, and their harvests are more than others.
What's the point of this?
There are still differences between people.
Moreover, they have eaten more now and are used to it, but their perception of this delicious food is not so keen.
Song Sancheng came down from the mountain and said to Song Tan, "Tan Tan, you and Qiao Qiao will go with me later to collect soybeans."
Qiaoqiao was stunned: "But the leaves are not completely yellow yet. Mom said that the poles and leaves and pods should be fully yellow before harvesting."
At the chestnut forest, excluding white fungus and black fungus, more than three acres of land are planted with soybeans. Although it is a bit too long because the light is not as bright as in an unobstructed place, looking at the heavy pods on top, it is indeed a good harvest.
Song Sancheng also smiled when he thought about the harvest that was about to be full: "It's ripe. It's so hot today. If you don't harvest it for a day, it will turn yellow. Now you can harvest it."
“The beans are turning yellow now, but they haven’t completely fallen off yet. When they are completely dry in the field, they will easily fall to the ground when we go back to harvest... We can’t waste time picking them up again, right?”
For this, it’s not worth asking me personally.
But I didn’t invite anyone, it was quite distressing to see the beans falling on the ground.
Just take advantage of the fact that the beans are now yellow but not dry yet, so just cut them back.
And soybeans can fertilize the land, so next year’s chestnuts will definitely grow better! When the time comes that the branches won't hold up, he'll still have to put up poles to hold them up, right?
Thinking of this bright prospect, even harvesting soybeans is not easy, Song Sancheng is still happy.
For Song Tan today, this bit of work is really not worth mentioning.
"OK."
She found two large baskets from the utility room nearby, and then called Qiaoqiao:
"You take the dog food and go up the mountain with dad to cut it first, and I'll go to the back mountain and ride the tricycle there."
…
Qiao Qiao watches the chestnut garden every day, and is no longer so shocked by the environment.
Look at the golden cherry blossoms again - this is not the peak fruiting period of the golden cherry blossoms, so the flowers are blooming very noisily. When the wind blows, the white petals dance like butterfly wings, not to mention how shocking it is.
He couldn't help but stop and sigh, and said sadly: "200 per catty." "No!"
Qiaoqiao looked at him: "Sister said the minimum is 200, but the price has not yet been determined. And it is dried fruit. It needs to be pricked, cut, and deseeded. It takes 4 kilograms of fresh fruit to dry one kilogram of dried fruit."
“What’s that?”
Song Sancheng's current behavior is not at all like the person who was reluctant to spend money to buy these golden cherry blossoms.
"Isn't it just the money we paid to buy the seedlings, as well as the wages for hiring a few helpers to help plant them? But look, how good are these golden cherry blossoms? How many fruits will they bear by then! It's like picking up for nothing money.”
“I didn’t pick it up in vain.”
ˆ˜Qiaoqiao wrinkled her nose in dissatisfaction: "You've obviously put in a lot of effort..."
That little effort, in the eyes of Song Sancheng, who has actually farmed the land, is almost nothing.
In short, he happily carried the basket and entered the chestnut garden first without fussing about his son.
…
At this end, Song Tan has already reached the back mountain.
Uncle Zhang was already a little anxious:
“Tantan, I’ve rented this mountain for several days, why haven’t I seen any action yet? Do you have any plans?”
Song Tan wants to move too!
But now we are in the busiest time. Rice fields are being planted and surveillance systems are installed. Peach harvest is about to be harvested. Watermelons and vegetables are still on sale. Soybeans are about to be ripe again...
What’s more, the summer is about to start. If you hire people to work at this time, the wages will not be very high.
She could only wave her hand: "Don't worry, I'll find someone to make a good plan later."
This is what I'm really looking for.
On the other hand, the Zhang Wang family looked at the piece of mountain land next door that still belonged to them for the time being, as well as the green and climbing vines on it. They were very happy at the moment:
“My kudzu root will definitely grow well this year. Look at this pole, how strong it is!”
“That’s it!”
Song Tan was not polite, but she quietly gave her some spiritual energy, so she responded seriously: "I used some new fertilizer before - Uncle Zhang, do a good job of kudzu this year, then I will let Qiao Qiao live broadcast to help You take it.”
“If it doesn’t work out, you can ask two people to help clean it up when the time comes.”
Cleaning up kudzu is a laborious job, and it would be too much of a disadvantage to do it alone.
"If you can make a lot of money this time, will your children regret it?"
No one is a saint. After hearing this, the Zhang Wang family’s brows and eyes really brought out a little joy.
Seeing this, Song Tan could only sigh.
Now, the father-son family, who were once close by blood, have developed a deep-seated hatred.
She quickly changed the topic:
“But Uncle Zhang, do you really not plan to plant this land anymore? Leave part of the kudzu for sowing, and you can earn an income every year.”
“No more planting.”
Zhang Wangjia shook his head: "I'm getting older, and I can't do such strenuous work even if I earn one million."
Besides, he is working for Tantan, receiving wages and eating, so he can't be busy with his own affairs every year, right? It doesn’t take a day or two to clean up kudzu...
That's too outrageous.
ah! I forgot that I didn't write about eating edamame. Now that the soybeans are ripe this morning... I'll write about it next year when I plant soybeans.
besides.
(End of this chapter)