Chapter 14 14. Sowing milkvetch
The machines roared in the fields, and the villagers chatted while working. More and more weeds and trees were piled up on the ridges of the fields, and the brown soil that had not been plowed for a long time was moist. The breath is exposed to the bright morning sun.
The mountain village showed its long-lost bustle.
Wang Lifen opened the utility room in the corner of the yard that had not been opened for a long time. It was a mud house built decades ago.
She had just given birth to a daughter that year, so Song Youde and his brothers worked together with the mud, cut the straw, threw out the 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 storage room for grain stacks... and when the fields were no longer farmed, it became a utility room.
Qiao Qiao ran over: "Grandma! Grandma!"
Wang Lifen just took out a few pairs of burdens from inside and 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, thought about it, and pulled off a piece of plastic The rope was folded several times and tied around his waist: "We, Qiao Qiao, can farm now!"
Song Qiao puffed up her 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 their babies. For chickens.”
Qiao Qiao'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, small children like to play with older children. When Song Qiao was three years old, Song Tan was eight years old, and 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 took advantage of 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 question is really difficult for Song Qiao.
He struggled for a long time, and finally looked in the direction of home from a distance: "My sister and I are going to farm."
Before leaving, he was reluctant to leave: "Grandma, you can discuss with the hen, don't It hatched too fast, wait until I come back together..."
When the grinding spirit finally went away, Wang Lifen took out four baskets and placed them in the warehouse, with a thick layer of hay underneath, and then placed them one by one Each of the baskets counted twenty or thirty eggs and put them in. Then, they went to the chicken coop and caught all four hens in——
This country chicken has a thin body and long legs. It hurts to bite people. It is usually not easy to catch.
Like today's meaty broiler chickens, they are lazy. If you chase them for two steps, they will be too lazy to run and simply sit down. However, whether they lay eggs or eat them, they are no better than native chickens. in efficiency.
In order to catch them, Wang Lifen deliberately did not open the door of the chicken coop early in the morning, and there was a "clack-clack-clack" sound inside all morning.
Put the four hens one by one into the large-hole basket, and then flip a 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 chick will hatch.
It happened to be late March at that time, 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 away, the oak trees in the back mountain have been cleared away enough, and of the seven fields, only the outermost two are left today.
Song Tan saw that the weather was about to get better, so he pulled Song Qiao and planned to sow the seeds of milkvetch.
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 to freeze the buds to death. At least we should wait 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.
Delay for two more days, and 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."
Then he stretched out his hand to say hello: "Qiao Qiao, have you packed the seeds? Once we've packed them, let's go to the fields."
Song Qiao no matter what season it is or what sprouts, the frame around her waist is full of seeds. The amount of milkvetch seeds mixed with sand is almost ten pounds.
The milkvetch seeds are flat and small. Even though they are mixed with sand, they are not mixed in much. Ten pounds is almost enough for two acres of land. To Song Qiao, it is more like playing.
He looked beaming and full of expectation:
“Sister, I will farm today!”
"Good Qiaoqiao, sister knows you can plant!"
The siblings went out like two heartless fools.
Ulan:...
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Standing on the ground, the smell of soil hits my face, and the plowed soil is turned over, and you can still see Wild grasses with white roots have sprouted inside.
Song Tan has been eating food from his hometown for several days. Although it is much better than the food in the city, Ulan's cooking skills are not to be praised. But as her Qi refining period progressed, the impurities in her mouth became increasingly unbearable...
What she eats every day, after a night of practice, she has to go to a smelly toilet the next day. ……
Alas.
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 unnoticed surface, the vigorous vitality burst out, and the neglected seeds began to bloom into thin cracks from the inside out.
As long as there is moist morning dew and appropriate sunshine, they can grow wantonly and vigorously without covering with soil.
This vigorous vitality made people 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 warmth of the day to quietly attract more water vapor to press them into the soil.
In a month, large areas of purple flowers will bloom here.
Her first step to recover the cost is to start with these milkvetch.
With the belief that the seeds would be repaid, it didn’t take long for Song Tan to finish sowing the fields. When he was about to change to another field, he saw Qiao Qiao still squatting on the ridge of the field, carefully looking at the seeds.
"Qiaoqiao, what are you doing?"
Qiaoqiao said solemnly: "Sister, you can't plant like that. You have to dig a hole and put two seeds in it. , 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)