Chapter 112 112. Farmyard Manure Fermentation Bacteria
Wang Lifen also earned one or two thousand from picking tea leaves in March. Although the speed is a little slow, the quality is not bad!
You cannot hear such words nowadays!
Now she quickly asked: "Am I old at this age?"
Mao Li was stuck again.
She calculated the old lady's age in her mind: You are already seventy or eighty, so you are not considered old?
Ulan did not expect that this statement meant something, that she was giving orders to the old lady at home - after all, it is not a hard job for everyone to eat together and help choose dishes!
On the contrary, he responded with a smile: "You are not old, you are really not old. This year, you and my dad are in good health, very good!"
That's not the case, the spiritual energy is scattered. In the food and tea in front of and behind the house. Subtly, not to mention curing the disease, but mentioning that the spirit is still stable.
Wang Lifen thought for a while, and became more and more convinced of the old saying: "Sure enough, we are poor. The more we have work to do, the better our spirits are."
Ulan smiled at Mao Li again: "Sister-in-law, there were originally a lot of people at noon today, so I was thinking of booking a table at the family cafeteria in the village. That restaurant has good craftsmanship and also cooks in the ground pot. Our mother insisted on it."< br>
Hearing this, the aunt answered decisively: "That's not possible. We have vegetables all over the place, so why should we spend money to eat other people's food? It's so expensive!" He hesitantly sat down in front of a pot of milkvetch and started to pick it up, and said: "Where's Tantan? You didn't say how much it cost when you gave me this dish last time. You said this kid has some good stuff left to sell for money, what the hell?" What can I give to my family?”
Looking at the large bundle of milkvetch with pink flowers in front of me, I couldn’t help but feel more regretful. They are all old now.”
Ulan laughed: “Tantan said when she came back, you even took her to buy ducks, which were dozens of dollars cheaper.”
"Besides, you are a member of your own family, so you should keep good things."
Looking at the milkvetch on hand again: "It's just because I'm short of money this year that I thought of selling it and trying it. Who knew the taste would be really good?" Yes, but now that the flowers are blooming, we can’t eat them. There’s only so much left. Let’s just fry them all at noon.”
Why is there so little left?
Mao Li also quickly laughed:
"I mean, why did you send the milkvetch there so quickly. Later, when I went to the vegetable market, I found out that this thing is so expensive. Look at me... …”
She looked ashamed: "I thought it was two yuan a pound, so I went and bought one for ten yuan. Tan Tan was so angry that she refused to sell it."
Song Tan didn't mention this at all when he came back, and this was the first time Wulan heard about it.
At this moment, listening to this tone of voice that was neither yin nor yang, I felt angry, thinking that it costs twenty yuan a catty of vegetables, and you want to buy five catties for ten yuan. What are you dreaming about?
My own relatives can’t settle accounts like this!
Giving is giving, buying is buying, these are two different things.
But before she could say anything, Song Sancheng walked back with Uncle Song and his eldest uncle with a smile. He turned around and went home and picked up a pocket of yellow paper:
"Let's go, let's go visit the grave first. "
Uncle Song looked around the yard: "Where is our dad?"
Speaking of this, Song Sancheng found it hard not to show off, so he raised his chin reservedly: " At the back mountain. Tantan wants to plant fruit trees there, and our dad is watching over them now.”
Uncle Song was surprised: “Planting fruit trees?”
"That's not a joke. She's a girl, so you just let her do what she wants? If you lose money then, it won't be a small amount."
"Besides... He looked towards the back mountain and said, "Didn't you see anything happening here?" He added proudly:
"As soon as Tantan came back, the village party secretary said that she was some kind of college student who returned to her hometown to start a business, and she insisted on asking us to take over the back mountain area." "That's not true. , we have been provided with subsidies and arrangements, and now we are planting fruit trees on that barren hill. We will dig holes today, and I think the saplings will be delivered soon.”
Thanks to the help of the excavator guy, the work that was originally scheduled to take five to seven days was almost completed in less than four days.
Now use the big bucket to dig a hole, and dig it accurately. The rest of the people can do some repairs and wait for the trees to be planted.
Oh, this young man Yan Ping found is so honest!
But he went to the city to pick up fruit seedlings in the morning, so he was nowhere to be seen now.
Speaking of this, Song Sancheng was still a little worried: "This tree is a few days late, and I don't know if it will have any impact on the harvest."
Ulan couldn't see how embarrassed he was, so he quickly interrupted:
"You go and burn it quickly, it will be noon if you don't burn it. By the way, tell the tillers not to leave today. Let’s stay for a meal too.”
The people who farm the land ask for a lot of money, but when I said they wouldn’t include food, they really didn’t eat it.
There are also relatives in the village here, and I go to their houses every time.
The land is almost finished today, so it would be inappropriate to leave no one behind for a meal.
Song Sancheng looked at the time and saw that it was really late, so he quickly took his uncle and uncle to the back mountain.
As for visiting graves, local rules are mostly for men. If Auntie and Mao Li want to go, they can go. If they don't want to go, they will be pulled down.
However, Mao Li and Sun Yanyan were thinking about more and better things in the fields, while the aunt was looking at the dishes that ten or twenty people had to prepare, and she was busy helping to arrange them, so she couldn't spare her time.
At this moment, Song Tan drove back with Qiao Qiao.
The car was also parked at the entrance of the courtyard, and there was a faint smell. She connected a water pipe from the faucet outside and was rinsing it at the moment.
When Wu Lan saw this, he couldn't help but wonder:
"Didn't you mean to drive to the back mountain for a walk? What's the point of this? It smells like that."
Song Tan laughed: "Really Tell my dad to make sure. My uncle Zhang went to the back mountain early this morning to help. He collected all the broken branches and leaves."
"Then he piled them on the edge of the orchard. I'll take him to our back mountain to get to know the king - he will take away the manure from the pig pen, chickens and ducks, and make a piece of compost."
Speaking of this, Song Tan really felt that two thousand yuan was worth it. The salary is very worthwhile.
Because although Zhang Wang's family is slightly lame, they can work quickly and have great strength. Even though he seems silent, his mind is very advanced.
This morning, Song Tan watched with his own eyes as he combined pig manure, chicken manure, duck manure, grass and mud, etc. according to his experience, and then piled them up in piles, and took out a pile of them from the basket. Fermented bacteria from the farmyard manure were poured over the bag...
Song Tan was really surprised.
If people in the village know how to use chemical fertilizers and urea to spray pesticides, then she 100% admits it, but this kind of fermentation bacteria is a variety of beneficial bacteria, and the range of various strains is very wide. She doesn’t know about other villages. , but no one in the village has ever heard of it.
This fermentation bacteria is really good, but I don’t have the conditions for composting, so I just checked the information. At present, the potted plants used at home are simple Bacillus subtilis and the like...
(End of this chapter)