Chapter 467 467. Soybeans and Ground Cage
The continuous sunny days after the heavy rain soon evaporated all the water on 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.
Those fishes couldn't stand the temptation of spiritual energy at first, 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 herself, not even the pond...
Look, not only the fish have become naughty, but the lush aquatic plants around it have become lush and green.
Nowadays, when family members walk to the edge of the pond, they have to prepare a stick and 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.
Seventh Cousin, Seventh Grandma and Aunt Lianhua are sitting there cleaning up - Aunt Lianhua's mother-in-law recently followed Grandpa Song Tan to weave straw mats. Quite something to talk about.
But Aunt Lianhua was not paying attention for a moment, and was thrown by the fish's tail onto the back of her hand 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, and she could only look at the grass carp in her hand in surprise.
“That’s right!”
Seventh cousin also expressed his opinion: “The taste is getting better and better during this period.”
However, it’s delicious. It was delicious, but no one thought 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.
Besides, they have eaten more now and are used to it, but their perception of this delicious food is not so keen.
On the contrary, Song Sancheng came down from the mountain and said to Song Tan: "Tan Tan, you and Qiao Qiao will go with me to collect soybeans later."
Qiao Qiao was stunned: "But the leaves are not all yellow yet. Mom said that the poles and leaves and pods must be completely yellow before harvesting."
In the chestnut forest, after removing the 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.
And when Song Sancheng thought about the harvest that was about to be full, he couldn't help but smile: "It's ripe. It's so hot today, and if you don't harvest it for a day, a large area will turn yellow. Now you can harvest it."
"The beans are turning yellow now. But it hasn’t completely fallen off yet. When the field is completely dry, it will easily fall to the ground when you turn around to harvest it... You can’t waste time picking it up again, right?”
It’s not worth it to hire someone for this.
If you don’t invite anyone, it’s quite distressing to see those beans falling on the ground.
Just take advantage of the fact that the beans are turning yellow but they are not dry yet, so just cut them back.
Moreover, soybeans can fertilize the land, and next year’s chestnuts will definitely grow better! When the time comes that the branches won't stand, he will 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.
“Okay.”
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. I'll go to the back mountain and ride the tricycle there."
......
Qiao Qiao watches the chestnut garden every day and is already aware of the environment. Not so shocking anymore.
On the other hand, Song Sancheng only came here every now and then, and every time he felt that the small green chestnut thorns on his head were particularly pleasant.
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 pound." "No!"
Qiaoqiao looked at him: "Sister said the minimum is 200, not yet. Set the price. And it’s dried fruit. It needs to be pricked, cut, and deseeded. It takes 4 pounds of fresh fruit to dry one pound of dried fruit. "
Song. Sancheng's behavior now is nothing 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 of 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 The money.”
“It’s not in vain.”
Qiao Qiao wrinkled her nose in dissatisfaction: “You have obviously put in a lot of effort...”
That little effort. , in the eyes of Song Sancheng, who has actually farmed land, it is almost equal to nothing.
In short, he happily carried the basket and entered the chestnut garden first without fussing with his son.
...
On this side, Song Tan has arrived at the back mountain.
Uncle Zhang was already a little anxious:
"Tantan, you have rented this mountain for several days, why haven't you seen any action? 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, peaches are about to be harvested, watermelons and vegetables are still on sale, and soybeans are about to be ripe again...
Not to mention that summer is about to begin. At this time, if you hire people to work, the wages are not high.
She could only wave her hand: "Don't worry, I'll find someone to make a good plan later."
This is really what I'm looking for.
On the contrary, 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 vines twining and climbing on it, and 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 right!"
Song Tan was not polite, but she quietly gave her some spiritual energy. , so he responded seriously: "I used some new fertilizer before - Uncle Zhang, do a good job of kudzu this year, and I will ask Qiao Qiao Live to help you with it."
"Really No, you should also hire two people to help clean it up when the time comes.”
Packaging 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 showed a little joy.
Song Tan could only sigh when he saw this.
Now, the father and son family, who were once close by blood, have developed a deep hatred.
She quickly changed the topic:
"But Uncle Zhang, are you really not going to plant this land anymore? Leave part of the kudzu for seeding, and you can make an income every year."
"No more planting."
Zhang The Wang family shook their heads: "I'm too old to do such strenuous work even if I earn a million."
Besides, he is working for Tantan, receiving wages and eating. You can't keep busy with your own things every year, right? It’s not like cleaning kudzu in a day or two...
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.
Also.
(End of this chapter)