Chapter 11 11 Handling Seeds


Chapter 11 11. Handling Seeds

Early the next morning, Song Sancheng got up and was stunned for a moment.

The air... is so fresh!

I saw the mountains in the distance shrouded in clouds and mist, and lightly smudged with a thin layer of golden light. It looked as beautiful as the scenic spot.

The pond at the entrance is even covered with a layer of white mist, thick and dense, almost covering the entire water surface. The mist has extremely low pressure and is swimming slowly.

As for the plum blossom tree near the yard, Song Sancheng clearly remembered that it had withered last month, so why were there still a few more blossoms blooming today? The small yellow bones are half-open, not only extremely cute, but also have a delicate fragrance from afar.

At this moment, the old farmer had a rare feeling of appreciating beauty, but he felt that something was not right, as if he was also being appreciated...

He turned around and looked!

I saw seven or eight local gray squirrels pulling on the courtyard wall and looking towards the yard like paparazzi. Looking at the back mountain, it is obviously a desolate scene that has just passed the cold winter, but there is a feeling of new brightness.

It’s like... it’s like it’s been polished!

Song Sancheng stared blankly for a long time, and then he laughed at his own thoughts: "Sneeze!"

It was too cold in the morning.

He quickly put aside his messy thoughts and went to light the stove with a pile of firewood.

Oh, it’s hard work for an older man. Everyone is afraid of the cold, but he has to get up and light the fire.

……

in the room.

Song Tan slowly withdrew her spiritual consciousness. The aura that was attracted around her was transformed by her practice of water and wood spiritual techniques, and now it turned into a richer vitality and quietly dispersed.

The air inside and outside the house is fresh.

And she felt the abundant spiritual energy in her body and breathed a sigh of relief - her body was almost repaired.

Song Tan left the room, washed up briefly, and pulled two weed stalks from the firewood pile. At this moment, he casually tied them into a "ten" shape, and then squatted in the empty vegetable garden. Hold the cross in your palms with both hands, with the ends slightly touching the ground——

Then he closed his eyes slightly and said softly:

"How is the savior now?"

This is Fuji.

The ancient method that can be used to calculate like the Yi Jing Bagua has low requirements on spiritual energy. Many ordinary people with a little spiritual skills can do it. It is also the only one that Song Tan, who is still in the Qi training period, can do. .

Of course, the entry barrier is low, and the calculation results are also...sloppy.

...

The man who saved her in the car accident, if it weren't for him, even if he traveled back in time and used spiritual energy to repair his body, it would be difficult to survive in such an explosion.

The memory is too messy, and the spiritual energy conflicts with the physical injuries. Song Tan only remembers the other party's dark brown eyes and thick eyelashes...

She didn't ask about it in the hospital, and now After my spiritual energy recovered a little, I naturally wanted to investigate as soon as possible.

Cultivation practitioners value cause and effect, but she, Song Tan, values ​​kindness.

If nothing else, it’s always okay to give some souvenirs.

Dr. Zhang Yuan was vague in the hospital, and she always felt something was wrong.

Spiritual energy surged, and the simple ji pen under his hand slowly slid in the slightly moist soil in the early morning. Song Tan opened his eyes and saw only a line of scattered answers on the ground:

"No. "Death"

Song Tan:...

She cracked.

What answer is this? No wonder no one in the Cangxuan world uses this method!

Unwilling to give in, she closed her eyes again and asked: "Where is the savior?"

Aura surged again, and finally a line of more scattered text was drawn out:

"Home"

Song Tan was even more angry!

She threw away the cross grass in her hand, and for the first time she felt that metaphysics was useless. After thinking about it for a while, I simply sent another message to the doctor at Ning Provincial People's Hospital:

"Dr. Zhang, please ask, how is the gentleman who saved me doing now? Is it because of his health that he was transferred to another hospital? The reason? If possible, can you give me your contact information?”

“Even if the other party doesn’t need me to repay the favor, I have to express my gratitude in person.”

It took a long time. Then he replied: "Then let me ask you again."...

On a winter morning, my hands were cold even while washing vegetables in the kitchen, so Wu Lan simply cooked a big pot of dumplings. Look at Qiao Qiao Top again, serving dumplings to his sister at one moment, dumpling soup to his sister at another...

One of them makes the fire and the other cooks, so they can serve themselves and eat by themselves, so they can be self-reliant!

Where is Song Tan?

Dalala sat on the chair and coaxed people: "Qiaoqiao is so good!"

"Qiao Qiao is so good!"

"My sister finished the dumpling soup that Qiao Qiao brought in one gulp!"

Ulan and Song Sancheng were silent.

Silly son, what should I do?

Out of sight, out of mind, Song Sancheng changed the subject with a "hmm":

"Well, the plowers came this morning. Let's cook more food at home."

Song Tan was curious: "Did it be transported here on a tractor?"

Where is the tractor now?

“Use a small tricycle.”

Song Tan:! ! !

The cultivator is small and can be transported on three wheels. Do you look down upon it? Besides, can a tricycle go over mountains and ridges?

But before she could think about this problem, she heard the sound of a car on the road outside. When she went out to take a look, oh!

As expected, it was an old maroon red tricycle, very much like the private tricycles used for moving and delivering goods on the roadside in Ningcheng.

In the back bucket, which is not big but seems to be very big, is a maroon-red cultivator that is also not new. It is obviously ready to go to work.

"Brother, where is the ground? I'm going right now!"

"Are you here so early? Have you eaten?"

The two old men exchanged greetings and walked towards the edge of the field amidst the roar of the tricycle.

Here, Wulan was planning the lunch dishes, and he did not forget to explain to his daughter:

“The people cutting down trees in the back mountain also found a lot of people, and they just happened to remove the trees that were too dense. The oak tree with a bowl-shaped mouth has been sawn to make room for the pig pen. On the other hand, don’t you want to plant black fungus and white fungus? The money is just right.”

After spending the money, Wu Lan could only acquiesce to these plans, but she felt calm when talking about it at the moment:

"I'll ask again, find someone to pull the weeds in the chestnut forest on the hillside next to the pond. Otherwise, it will affect the white fungus planting."

While muttering: "Hiring someone to pull the weeds is more expensive than spraying pesticides... ..."

Song Tan pretended to be a quail. It was impossible to spray medicine anyway.

However, even pretending to be a quail, Ulan stared at her again: "You want to farm the land yourself, so you can't be idle. Process the seeds for me."

Song Tan hurriedly nod.

Qiaoqiao held her own bowl and just poked a big dumpling with her chopsticks. Without understanding anything, she quickly said, "Sister! I'll help you!"

——Ulan looked even more angry. .

……

The seeds of milkvetch are quite simple to handle.

Song Tan and Qiao Qiao shoveled two shovels of sand from outside, mixed it with the milkvetch seeds, and rubbed them vigorously - this can thin the thick shell and germinate faster.

This kind of rubbing through the bag not only requires some strength, but also has a special kind of fun. Song Qiao laughed while rubbing it, and he obviously had a talent for farm work.

After kneading it, it’s time to dry it.

Let it sit in the sun for a few hours, and then play with water - no, just soak the seeds for half a day.

Wait until noon, stir a few times, and then throw away the floating inferior seeds.

The seeds are processed.

After all, it is green manure. For so many years, everyone has used such crude planting methods. The only difference is that when soaking, Song Tan melted some spiritual energy into the water.

Qiao Qiao looked at the seeds in half of the yard and was very proud at the moment: "Sister, farming is so fun!"

But her arms were a little sore.

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