Song Tan didn't know that Zhang Yanping had delayed her in finding a senior teacher, and was currently wielding a hoe in the peach grove, creating a long series of seedling pits.
I can see that the group of working men around me are under great pressure.
There is a saying, planting watermelons is not a tiring job, everyone is really not lazy. They dig a hole in the front, plant seedlings in the back, and bury the soil in the back.
The assembly line operation is very coordinated.
But since Song Tan came, oh my, the progress has made it seem like a bunch of them are just working as foreigners to earn a living.
For a moment, everyone was too embarrassed to say anything more and could only move on.
Song Sancheng and Song Youde endured it for a while, but couldn't bear it anymore:
"Tan Tan, stop digging and go home to help your cousin. The sun will make you tan easily."
Just kidding, it's only around seven o'clock, and the sun has just risen! Besides, she's not afraid of the sun.
"Dad, don't I want to seize the time to plant all these watermelon seedlings first? They won't be good if they are exposed to the sun."
Growing watermelons in peach trees is actually a bit inconvenient.
In order to be able to pick the fruit, this peach tree has branches that are spread out. In fact, when working, you need to bend down and lower your head all the time, which is quite tiring. You have to be careful not to move the peach tree with the hoe, which is a delicate job.
"It's okay." Song Sancheng pointed to the watermelon seedlings that were brought over to her: "This seedling seller is a kind man. You see, there is still soil underneath the seedlings, and they are all packed in shoe boxes.
The temperature isn’t too high now, so don’t worry.”
Watermelon, good life.
In the early years, when pigs were fed at home, melon seeds would often sprout in the pig manure pile.
Song Tan was not worried about the survival rate at all. She just wanted to come and help, but Song Sancheng whispered to her:
"Look at you, you have so much strength and you work so fast, who can keep up? If you come here and work, everyone won't even be able to talk."
Is there any working atmosphere here? They are not rushing to cut the rice before it rains, they are also racing against time.
Song Tan:......
If his father's words were heard by capitalists, it would be written with rejection written in every hair.
but……
Now the capitalist is her father's daughter.
Song Tan sighed and then put away the hoe:
"Then I'll go home and contact the client."
What kind of customers? She couldn't sell them door-to-door. After walking around the yard twice, she couldn't help but take down the box from the utility shed again.
When I opened it, there was not a single bumblebee inside, only traces of their nests were left, but...
"Qiaoqiao, please move your big bear to a new home. This box is too small. I think it doesn't even want to have babies."
She had checked and found that a normal bumble bee queen could give birth to seventy or eighty babies, but this little fat one could only give birth to twenty babies in total.
Although she doesn't expect that these people who can eat and drink can save a few honey for her, but if the environment is limited, it is not good to forcefully change her nature.
Qiaoqiao was still practicing catching loaches, and now she blinked in confusion: "Where should I move to? Should I take the big bear back and tell it?"
The place where Big Bear ate today was a wild peach tree, right by the pond. Every year it produced green peaches the size of quail eggs, but they were all ruined before they could be eaten, but they bloomed beautifully.
In contrast, the peach groves on the mountain were planted a little late, so their flowering is half a beat slower now.
Song Tan waved his hand: "I'll just go. I'll find a wooden box later and place it not far from our bee area. The big bear has a good temper and won't fight with them."
He has a really good temper and doesn't get pricked no matter how much he touches him.
And if there is a fight, I don't know whether it will do more damage if it collides with its weight, or if the other party's ability to fly flexibly will do more damage to it.
Qiao Qiao has not yet started raising bees, but with such a good temper, Big Bear must be fine, so he nodded and listened to his sister obediently.
My sister's methods are more brutal.
Song Tan dug out an empty wooden box from the room and cut a few holes in it. The treatment was far inferior to the professional beehives for bees.
It can be seen that the standard of living of those who eat free rice is second to none.
Carrying the box in one hand, she came to the edge of the pond. The spiritual energy of her little finger circled around, and after a while, she saw a black and yellow furry stumbling down from the top of the peach tree, and then grabbed her with its long legs without hesitation.
little finger.
Carrying this chubby body with its small wings was particularly difficult, and the yellow-black furry body behind it was covered with yellow pollen.
If you look carefully, you will see that there are pollen baskets on the big bear's legs.
Not only the big bear, but also other bumblebees around him slowly came around, but they seemed to be more stupid and did not dare to come directly.
Song Tan picked up the box and said, "Come on, let's go in and smell your new home." It's like training a dog.
In fact, she can only coax dogs.
A touch of spiritual energy dissipated in the box, and the big bear flapped its wings and crashed into it.
Although he barely crashed into the hole without being embarrassed, Song Tan clearly heard a "bang" sound after flying in.
She sighed.
Are you working hard, Big Bear? Work hard!
I go out early in the morning and come back when it gets dark. I wish I could work sixteen or seventeen hours a day. But all year round, I can't save even a tael of honey. It's like today's social animals. It's really pitiful.
Dozens of bumblebees rushed in, making a buzzing sound, obviously very happy.
Song Tan carried the box again and placed them in the back hill not far from the bee hive.
This rough breeding method is probably only possible because of her spiritual energy.
"Stay well in your new home and don't fight the bees, you hear me? People can make money, but you can't. You have to rely on them to support you."
After thinking about it, I realized that these bees were really working hard, so I gave a little bit of spiritual energy to each beehive, causing the bees to buzz louder and louder.
The next moment, there was a loud cry coming from the bushes, and the big white head of the little yellow hat came out again, with two beady eyes staring here vigilantly.
Then came the king, who also walked over quietly.
Song Tan grabbed Dabai's neck, picked it up and shook it: "It's just you who cums."
Then he put it down and gave it a little spiritual energy: "Remember, this beehive is also ours, so protect it."
As for the king...you can touch its head without bending down. It's soft and chubby. Don't look at the leftovers at home during this period, but its fur is so smooth and smooth that even Song Tan couldn't bear to touch it twice.
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"Your Majesty, are you bored here all the time? It's okay to go back to work. Let's change posts with Dabao and the others."
The king instantly groaned from his throat. At this moment, he raised his body slightly and put his two front paws heavily on Song Tan's shoulders. He even used his big head to hit her face with all his strength.
"Woooooooo..."
You can turn on a small stove here every day, but it doesn’t need to change its guard, it doesn’t need to change its guard!
Today’s update, hey, so early!
Let me explain here, it’s not that Reiki is not given to family members, but it occurs subtly every day. After all, humans are different from animals, and it is inappropriate to notice it, so it is a long-term process.
In fact, Tantan has only been home for more than a month, so take your time.
[Today’s chapter will be updated after 12 o’clock in the morning. Some details need to be revised. We may not be able to catch up before 12 o’clock.]