Chapter 104

The phone in his pocket made a "beep" sound, but Song Tan was busy driving a group of chicks and ducklings toward the field, so she didn't pay any attention at all.

The bees were covered from head to toe in fluffy pollen, and at this moment, the field was surrounded by a buzzing sound, exceptionally noisy.

The chubby bumblebee tried hard to flap its wings, but it only managed to maintain a barely-there low-altitude flight, and then it fell heavily onto a Chinese milk vetch flower.

It had been a long time, and it hadn't even stuck its head into the flower. It almost swayed with the delicate stem and tilted to the side. For a moment, the frantic trembling of its wings made it look especially clumsy and pitiful.

Song Tan couldn't help but laugh out loud, then pulled up the surrounding net to drive the chickens and ducks to the field next to it where the pollen had already been harvested.

It was early April. Without her interference, small grasshoppers and small green caterpillars had all come out, all attracted by the spiritual energy, and each one was fresh and tender.

So much so that the chirping chicks and ducklings almost ran wildly, opened their small wings, and then plunged into the field!

To them, where was this a field? It was clearly a granary!

Not only could they eat the grass leaves rich in spiritual energy, but they could also eat the fresh little insects that had swallowed the grass leaves. From far away, one could also hear Da Bai's high-pitched "quack, quack, quack" sound on the other side; it was clearly rushing into the pond happily once again.

The water splashes bought were pitifully small. In order to ensure their rapid growth, Song Tan sent in quite a bit of spiritual energy, nourishing the water plants nearby to be exceptionally lush.

It's a pity that there were already quite a few grass carp and crucian carp in the pond. At this moment, they were splashing underneath, eating the surrounding water plants until they were a circle smaller.

Da Bai was swaying leisurely on the water surface, picking up two duckweeds from time to time to eat them all, which made this leisurely pastoral comfort even more apparent.

But clearly, only the animals were comfortable.

For example, Song Tan; she had just finished working on the mountain before taking over this job.

Even Qiao Qiao wasn't idle; he took his honey-shaking bucket and tools and pulled Zhang Yanping to the mountain together.

That's right, Brother Yanping, who had been resisting labor reform, successfully got rid of the hard work of going up the mountain and down to the fields after positive performance (achieving the excellent performance of winning the five-year seedlings of eagle-beak peaches at the price of 80 yuan). At this moment, he only needed to cooperate with Qiao Qiao's work.

This made him overjoyed and grateful. Holding the heavy bucket, he felt like he had wind under his feet.

The tiller made a rumbling sound, from far to near. The uncle sitting on the machine smiled and asked her:

"Song Tan, I'll rough-till these remaining few fields for you today first, and then fine-till them one by one tomorrow. Do you think that's okay?"

That's right, starting tomorrow, they won't sell Chinese milk vetch anymore.

It's really because the fields can't keep up with the supply.

For one, the Chinese milk vetch is old, and it's not easy to get the fresh and edible ones.

For another, the customer who came from thousands of miles away to purchase 2,000 jin at a time also emptied the fields.

Seeing that the Qingming Festival is the best time for farming, if you don't plow now, when will you?

"Sure, Uncle. You can arrange it as you see fit. After you finish here, there are still a few fields below the back mountain that need your help to clean up."

"Okay!"

They are all rural people, and everyone watches the timing very closely. He didn't dare to slack off on this matter; if he was careless, his reputation would be ruined.

After all, around the Qingming Festival, planting melons and beans is a big deal.

Moreover, he earned quite a bit of money this quarter by tilling the land for Song Tan. At this moment, his heart was also sweet, and he became more and more attentive to the depth of the plowing.

And Song Tan surrounded the chickens and ducks, not caring about the bumblebees and honeybees that were still struggling on the side, but directly picked up the basket and walked to the two fields with lush greenery on the outermost edge.

Old Man Li was quite embarrassed: "Tantan, you said you were tilling the land; didn't you tell me earlier that I should call the ox to plow the field!"

"Why are you still spending money to hire someone else's machine? How expensive it is!"

He thought of the rice, flour, grain, and oil that Song Tan had sent over, and became even more embarrassed.

Song Tan laughed:

"Grandpa, this ox is old; how could I bear to let it do heavy work?"

Old Man Li laughed: "Slowly, it won't get tired if it's not in a hurry to work. Besides, look at it now, it's all shiny and smooth; I haven't seen it this spirited in so many years."

That's true.

Song Tan thought to herself, this ox eats its fill of coarse grains at home every time, and then rushes to the field to eat Chinese milk vetch. It has been eating Chinese milk vetch for a month... Can the old ox's body not be well-nourished?

If it weren't for the fact that Chinese milk vetch can only be used as a side dish and not as a main ingredient, she thought this ox would sleep in the field.

She pondered, reached out and touched the ox's ears. The other party snorted, looked over with wet, big eyes, and then leaned its head to the side.

Song Tan laughed: "However, Grandpa Li, you can't be idle either. Polish the plow and rake in these two days. After he finishes tilling with the machine, we are going to plant rice in these two fields. When the water is let in, you will still have to bring the old ox to plow."

Old Man Li wasn't afraid of being asked to work; he was only afraid of having no work to do. Upon hearing this, his spirit was invigorated:

"That's right! No matter how good his machine is, can it compare to my old ox in our small fields?"

"Don't worry, we've been planting rice for a lifetime; I guarantee I'll clean it up meticulously for you!"

Seeing Song Tan take a sickle out of the basket, he asked again: "Are you planning to cut some more to feed the pigs?"

"Yes," Song Tan laughed: "Feed it to the pigs, and chop it up to feed the chickens and ducks. Otherwise, this field will be plowed clean this afternoon, and it would be a waste to bury it in the soil."

If it weren't for the sufficient spiritual energy and water plants on the pond side, she would have to chop it up to feed the grass carp!

Old Man Li took a look: the Chinese milk vetch is only a span long; why use a sickle? You can grab a handful with your bare hands.

In a while, he hurriedly stepped onto the ridge: "Then I'll go back and get a pair of carrying poles. I want to prepare a little more for my ox, dry it and make it into fodder."

What's wrong with this? This field full of Chinese milk vetch is old and can't be eaten by people; is it lacking for the ox to eat?

Once Old Man Li left, Song Tan looked at the field full of brilliant purple and green intertwined, and then at the silent and honest old ox on the side. Thinking of her ambitious live-streaming and goods-carrying plan at the beginning, she let out a long sigh in her heart.

She originally wanted to pick up the post-production technology she hadn't used for a hundred years and build herself into an up-master with millions of fans!

Unexpectedly, human calculations couldn't keep up with big data calculations; people just didn't like to watch this kind of thing!

But the computer has been bought back for so long, it can't be left idle there; online sales will start sooner or later... Let's just shoot something casually for now.

She didn't bring a tripod when she went out. Song Tan casually pressed her phone on a piece of Chinese milk vetch, leaned it against the ridge, and only then did she see the message from her savior. After reading it, she swiped it away casually.

There's nothing worth looking forward to, right?

After all, as for her tea leaves, I'm afraid there's no one in this world who wouldn't like them!

---Side Note---

Sure enough, as soon as I slack off, I drag it until the middle of the night...

Chinese milk vetch cannot be eaten in large quantities as a main ingredient.

Tonight is the third update, but the later part will have to wait until twelve o'clock. Don't wait; watch it tomorrow morning.

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