The cell phone made a beeping sound in his pocket, but Song Tan was busy driving a group of chickens and ducks to the fields and didn't pay attention at all.
The bees were all covered in fluffy pollen, and the field was buzzing and extremely noisy at the moment.
The chubby bumblebee tried its best to flap its wings, but could only manage to maintain a low-altitude flight with half a drop, and then landed heavily on a purple vetch.
It's been a long time, but I haven't put my head into the flower, and the delicate stem is almost dangling to the side. For a moment, the wings trembled in panic, making it look particularly clumsy and pitiful.
Song Tan couldn't help laughing, then pulled up the fence and drove the chickens and ducks into the nearby field that had been emptied of pollen.
It was the beginning of April, and without her interference, everything from small grasshoppers to green worms came out. They were all attracted by the spiritual energy, and all of them had fresh and tender flesh.
So much so that the chirping chickens and ducks almost ran wildly, spread their little wings, and then plunged into the fields!
To them, this is not a field. It is clearly a granary!
Not only can you eat the grass blades that are rich in spiritual energy, but you can also eat the fresh and tender insects that have devoured the grass blades. From a distance, you can still hear Dabai's high-pitched squeaking sound on the other side, which is clearly happy again.
rushed into the pond.
The water flowers he bought were pitifully small. In order to ensure their rapid growth, Song Tan sent a lot of spiritual energy into them, which nourished the water plants next to them and made them extremely prosperous.
It's a pity that there were originally a lot of herring and grass carp in the pond, but now they were flapping underneath and eating up all the surrounding aquatic plants.
Dabai leisurely swayed in the water, picking up two duckweeds from time to time and eating them all, which made this leisurely and pastoral feeling more and more comfortable.
But apparently only animals are happy.
For example, Song Tan had just gone to work in the mountains before taking over this job.
Even Qiao Qiao was not idle, and took Zhang Yanping up the mountain with his honey bucket and tools.
That's right, Brother Yanping, who wholeheartedly resisted reform through labor, successfully got rid of the hard work of going up to the mountains and working in the fields through active performance (winning five-year-old chickpea seedlings at a price of 80 yuan). Now he only needs
Just work with Qiao Qiao.
This made him overjoyed and burst into tears of gratitude. Holding the heavy bucket in his arms, he felt like there was wind under his feet.
The cultivator made a rumbling sound, and from far to near, the uncle sitting on the machine asked her with a smile:
"Song Tan, here are the few fields left. I'll plow them roughly for you today, and then I'll plow them one by one tomorrow. Do you think that's okay?"
That's right, starting from tomorrow, they will no longer sell milkvetch.
It is true that there is no more food available in the fields.
First, the milkvetch is old and it is hard to make it fresh and edible.
Secondly, the customer who traveled thousands of miles to buy goods at a time also emptied the fields.
Seeing that the Qingming Festival is a good time for farming, if we don’t plow the land yet, when will we wait?
"Okay, uncle. Just look at the arrangements. I've finished it here, but there are still a few fields under the back mountain that I need your help to clean up."
"OK!"
They are all from rural areas, and everyone is very careful about the weather. He does not dare to work hard on this matter, and his reputation will be ruined if he is not careful.
After all, planting melons and beans before and after the Qingming Festival is a big deal.
Moreover, he had made a lot of money this quarter by plowing land for Song Tan. Now he felt very happy, and he plowed the land more intensively.
Song Tan surrounded the chickens and ducks, and ignored the bumblebees and bees who were still struggling on the side. Instead, he directly carried the basket and walked to the two green fields at the outermost edge.
Old Man Li was quite embarrassed: "Tantan, you said you plowed the fields, didn't you tell me earlier that I would ask oxen to plow the fields!"
"Why are you paying for someone else's machine? It's so expensive!"
He thought of the rice, flour, grains and oils that Song Tan sent over, and became even more embarrassed.
Song Tan laughed:
"Grandpa, this cow is already old, how can we bear to ask it to do heavy work?"
Old Man Li laughed and said, "Take your time, it won't get tired if you don't rush to work. Besides, look at it, it's all shiny and smooth now, and it hasn't been so energetic in so many years."
That is.
Song Tan thought to himself, every time this cow eats coarse grains at home, he rushes to the field to eat milkvetch. After selling the milkvetch for a month, it eats it for a month... This old cow has a body that can be nourished.
Is it not good?
If milkvetch could only be used as an ingredient and not as the main ingredient, she would think that the cow would sleep in the field.
She thought about it, then reached out and touched the cow's ears. The cow snorted, looked over with big wet eyes, and tilted his head to the side.
Song Tan laughed: "But, Grandpa Li, you don't have time to spare. Polish the rake in the next two days. After his machine plows it, we will plant rice in these two fields.
If the water comes in, you have to bring the old ox to plow."
Old Man Li was not afraid of asking him to work, but he was afraid that there would be no work to do. When he heard this, his spirits were lifted:
"That's right! No matter how good his machine is, in our small field, can it still compare to my old cow?"
"Don't worry, we've been growing rice all our lives, and I'm sure we'll take care of it for you!"
Looking at Song Tan taking out the sickle from the basket, he asked again: "Are you planning to cut more and feed it to the pigs?"
"Yes," Song Tan laughed: "If you give it to pigs, you have to chop it into pieces and feed it to chickens and ducks. Otherwise, the fields here will be plowed this afternoon and it will be a waste to bury it in the soil."
If there weren't enough spiritual energy and aquatic plants in the pond, I would have to chop it up again and feed it to grass carp!
Old Man Li took a look: That's just a handful of milk vetch, what kind of sickle do you use? You can make a handful with your bare hands.
After a while, he quickly stepped onto the field ridge: "Then I'll go back and get a pair of carrying poles. I want to prepare more for my cows and dry them to make fodder."
What's the point? The milkvetch all over the ground is too old for people to eat. Is there still room for cows to eat?
As soon as Old Man Li left, Song Tan looked at the brilliant purple and green intertwining on the ground, and the silent and honest old cow next to him. He thought of his ambitious live broadcast plan at the beginning, and sighed deeply in his heart.
I originally wanted to pick up the post-production technology that had been missing for a hundred years and build myself into an up owner with millions of fans!
I didn’t expect that people wouldn’t like to read this stuff if they can’t keep up with big data calculations!
But it’s been so long since I bought the computer, so I can’t leave it idle there. Internet sales will start sooner or later... Let’s take some random photos for now.
When she went out without a stand, Song Tan casually placed her phone on a field of vetch and propped it up against a field edge. Only then did she see the message from her savior. After reading it, she slid over smoothly.
There’s nothing to look forward to, right?
After all, there’s probably no one in the world who doesn’t like her tea!
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Sure enough, once I caught fish, I dragged it into the night...
Milk vetch should not be consumed in large quantities as a main ingredient.
It's the third watch tonight, but we have to wait until twelve o'clock. Don't wait, we'll watch it tomorrow morning.