The migrant worker Big Bear quickly took his children on a ride to the greenhouse.
Although the sun is good today, the wind is very strong and it is very cold, so the roof is only partially opened. Now that pollination is about to begin, Song Tan also came over to help close it because he was afraid that it would be too cold to affect the bumblebees' movements.
And "Hitchhiker" Qiao Qiao and Grandma Tang stretched out their hands: "We're here, let's get to work!"
In fact, without Qiao Qiao’s instructions, the bumblebees were already buzzing with joy——
In fact, they are essentially model workers, able to work 12 hours a day without taking a break. But their appetites are too big, and they earn money from the fields to eat back, leaving nothing left.
In addition, Daxiong, the leader, is really not very good at it, so it seems lazy.
Now that I entered the greenhouse, I was instantly buzzed with excitement. I knew I was extremely happy without having to communicate.
The greenhouse has been open for a month, and the inside is full of greenery, which is different from the bleak winter outside. The cucumber vines have already climbed a long distance on the bamboo poles, and the green and fluffy tomato vines have begun to bloom.
For the bumblebees, this is a feast!
Their perception is much better than that of human eyes. Although their eyesight is generally weak, they can only detect those small flowers hidden under the layers of leaves. Not a single one of them can be missed!
A group of people were already buzzing under the nearest tomato vine. Everyone was communicating with each other and working hard. Before long, a small pollen basket was visible to the naked eye on its hind legs.
Ah this.
Song Tan curiously opened up the layers of leaves, and then stared at the small flowers blooming underneath.
The little thing is pretty good at hiding! Just looking at the buds on the vines, I thought it would take two days.
And another group of bumblebees went straight to today's protagonist-strawberry flowers!
Different from the bright yellow color of cucumbers and tomatoes when they bloom, the flowers of strawberries are much more delicate and lovely. They bloom one after another in the middle of the exuberant oil-green leaves. The small white petals and the tender yellow furry stamens form a common flower in nature.
Five-petal flower shape.
It is much easier to pick up the powder from such flowers than from cucumbers and tomatoes!
Especially since they grow short, although the stems are thin and weak, there are layers of leaves supporting them at the bottom. When the bumblebees lay their huge bodies upward, they no longer have to worry about the whole flower being pulled down!
Moreover, these flowers bloom very considerately for lazy bees. They are often in clusters of five, six or seventy-eight. After picking this one and that one, you don’t need to flap your little wings too much...
Buzz! It’s simply a fairy flower!
The bumblebees were working diligently, but Song Tan was already in the shed:
"Grandma Tang, do you think these strawberries are planted too densely? At that time, I sent 100 more strawberries. I thought it would be possible to squeeze them in, but now these strawberries are too big..."
Grandma Tang, who had been married to Professor Song for decades but didn’t know much about agriculture, her eyes widened.
Even though she didn't know anything, she could tell at a glance whether the strawberries were good or not!
The strawberry field in front of me is just right. The soil has been mixed with various base fertilizers before, and it is blessed by the spiritual energy of the enclosed space...
Nowadays, the strawberry leaves are so strong that they completely cover the soil underneath, and the clusters of small white flowers with yellow pistils are crumbling and trembling under the heavy physical blows of the bumblebees...
You don’t need to think about it to know that when the harvest comes, it will be a grand scene.
Qiao Qiao also came over, her mouth wide open in surprise: "Sister! They look so hard!"
"Yeah..." So Song Tan was worried: "Where can we move these more than 100 trees?"
When in doubt, ask an expert—Song Tan called, ready to shake Professor Song.
But at this moment, the barrage that no one was paying attention to became lively:
【Move me here! Move me here!!!】
[No talent at all, the sunroom garden is 20 square meters, and I have sufficient experience in growing flowers...]
[First of all, let’s talk about how many times a year the plants in your flower pots are updated and iterated? 】
【Me, me, me! Raise your hands high and I will grow strawberries!】
[I want to raise my hand, but I also have a strawberry greenhouse at home, so I feel guilty and shrink back]
[No need to ask, such a small amount of strawberries will definitely not be sold. If they don’t sell, why don’t I grow them myself? Please look at me, host]
[What I want to say, but no one is reading the barrage, it’s useless to say it... It’s more practical for me to dream by myself first]
[Hey, hey, hey! Is no one paying attention to the big bear? Where did the big bear fly to? 】
As for Big Bear? Big Bear found a place with the most flowers and picked them slowly one by one.
The little wings no longer have to bear the unbearable weight of life, and they can work with great energy! In a short time, the yellow pink basket on the hind legs has become quite big.
Zhang Yanping was huddled in the warm room. Looking at the barrage at the moment, she couldn't help but touch her face: "What do you think I'm missing? Why are you better than me in live streaming at home? They don't even have a mouth yet."
I can’t speak.”
Xin Jun was preparing for class with his notebook in his hands. He didn't even raise his head when he heard the words: "You look like this. When people watch your live broadcast, I guess it feels like you have joined the underworld online, and you don't feel safe."
Zhang Yanping's eyes widened: "You!"
He looked at Professor Song: "Onlookers are clear, Professor Song, you are here to comment."
Professor Song put away his cell phone and looked at Zhang Yanping with serious respect and sincerity. After only looking at it for a moment, he quickly turned his attention to Xin Jun's face, and his expression relaxed visibly.
"Yan Ping... You can't just look at appearance. Everyone praises Pan Yue, but everyone knows that he has bad conduct. Zuo Taichong is the most ugly person in the world, but everyone knows that he is the most accomplished poet in the Western Jin Dynasty..."
Zhang Yanping opened his eyes in confusion, with a sincere expression: "I don't know."
Professor Song paused and suddenly stood up: "What...Song Tan comes to see me if you have something to do. I'll go out."
After saying that, I picked up my down jacket and went out.
Zhang Yanping came back to his senses and immediately strangled Xin Jun's neck and shook him dizzy: "Good guy, is this what you teachers can say?! Tell me what's so ugly about me!"
…
At this end, Professor Song hurriedly fled the battlefield and crossed the brand new asphalt road to the greenhouse in the field.
As soon as he came in, he exclaimed: "This greenhouse is well managed!"
Humidity, temperature, light... you can all feel it. Even if you can't feel it, you can understand it just by looking at the greenery here.
But when I think about it again, the old Song family has a certain metaphysics about growing things. If I hadn't gone back to school in the middle two months to see how miserable their sparse experimental fields were, I would have gotten used to this kind of vigorous vitality by now.
He put down the curtain and walked directly towards the deepest strawberry field: "Let me see, in fact, more than 100 trees spread out in these two fields are not noticeable at all - hiss!"
