The machines roared in the fields, and the villagers chatted while working. More and more wild grass and trees were piled up on the field edges. The brown soil that had not been plowed for a long time, with a moist smell, was exposed to the bright morning sun.
The mountain village showed its long-lost liveliness.
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 straw, threw out bricks, and slowly built the house.
In the beginning, this was their main house.
Later, when 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.
Qiaoqiao ran over: "Grandma! Grandma!"
Wang Lifen had just pulled out a few pairs of burdens, and when she heard the words, she 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."
She was quickly attracted by the piles of burdens on the ground: "Grandma, what is this?"
Wang Lifen smiled and brought him a small basket. After thinking about it, she pulled a piece of plastic rope, folded it several times and tied it around his waist: "We Qiaoqiao 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 chicks."
Qiaoqiao'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 questions 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. When 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 figured out 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 problem is really difficult for Song Qiao.
He struggled for a long time, and finally looked at the direction of his home from a distance: "My sister and I are going to farm."
Before leaving, she was reluctant to leave: "Grandma, please discuss with the hen not to hatch too fast, and wait until I come back together..."
When the grinding spirit finally went away, Wang Lifen took out four baskets and put them in the warehouse, with a thick layer of hay underneath. Then she counted twenty or thirty eggs in each basket and put them in. Then, she went to the chicken coop.
Li caught all four hens in——
This country chicken has a thin body and long legs, and it hurts to bite people. It is usually not easy to catch.
For example, today's meaty broiler chickens are lazy. If you chase it for two steps, it will be too lazy to run, and simply sit down. However, whether it is laying eggs or eating, they are incomparable with native chickens, only 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.
One by one, the four hens are put into the large-hole basket, and another basket is placed upside down on top and fastened tightly. After a few days of doing this, the hens will start to prepare to hatch chicks.
Just wait for twenty or thirty days, and the chicks 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 took Song Qiao and planned to sow the seeds of milkvetch.
Ulan was still a little hesitant: "It's still very cold morning and night..."
If the temperature difference is too big, it is easy for the buds to freeze to death. You should wait at least another half month.
Song Tan thought to himself: 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.
If you delay for another two days, either the activity of the seeds will be exhausted in advance, or you will just watch them pile up and germinate directly.
So she could only act stubbornly: "Mom, this vetch is not rice, how can it be so delicate? It will definitely survive."
Then he stretched out his hand and said hello: "Qiaoqiao, have the seeds been packed? Once we've packed them, we'll go to the fields."
No matter what season it is, Song Qiao has a frame around her waist filled with milkvetch seeds mixed with sand, weighing almost ten kilograms.
The milkvetch seeds are flat and small. Even though they are mixed with sand, they are not mixed in much. Ten kilograms 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 it!"
The siblings went out like two heartless fools.
Ulan:……
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Standing on the ground, the smell of soil hits your face. The plowed soil is turned over, and you can see the weeds that have sprouted white roots inside.
Song Tan has been eating the food from her hometown for several days. Although it is much better than that in the city, Ulan's craftsmanship is not to mention. However, as her Qi refining period progresses, it becomes more and more difficult for her to deal with impurities in her mouth.
Bear……
What you eat every day, after a night of practice, you have to go to a smelly toilet the next day...
well.
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 I can feel their vitality through the bags.
Song Tan didn't hesitate anymore, grabbed a handful and spread it with his hands. The flying seeds, soaked in moisture, fell silently on the soil, and soon blended into the brown soil, making it difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.
On the surface of the earth that no one noticed, the vigorous vitality burst out, and the neglected seeds began to bloom thin cracks from the inside out.
With just a moist morning dew and adequate sunlight, they can grow vigorously without covering with soil.
This vigorous vitality made people feel 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 warm day to quietly attract more water vapor to press them into the soil.
In a month, large expanses of purple flowers will bloom here.
Her first step to recover costs is to start with these milkvetch.
With the belief that the seeds would make a return, it didn't take long for Song Tan to finish sowing the fields and was about to change to another field when he saw Qiao Qiao still squatting on the ridge of the field, carefully looking at the seeds.
"Qiaoqiao, what are you doing?"
But Qiao Qiao said solemnly: "Sister, you can't plant like that. You have to dig a hole, put two seeds in, and cover it with soil."
Song Tan was stunned for a moment, then realized - isn't this a way to grow corn?