Chapter 194: Chestnut Orchard

Compared to the peach forest, the chestnut orchard seemed small and low-key.

Although the four-mu chestnut orchard was also shocking to Zhao Fangyuan, in the countryside, this really didn't count for much. The mountain land and fields of her uncle Song Dafang's family were truly numerous; his chestnut orchard was almost fifteen mu.

"Why?"

Zhao Fangyuan asked: "Is it because of favoritism that it's divided so unfairly?"

Song Tan laughed: "No."

In the countryside, there are many rules and invisible frameworks passed down from generation to generation. If a family can't live up to them, they will be talked about by people in the village.

Everyone is a social animal, and gaining the approval of others is a subconsciousness rooted in the heart. So although these rumors might not hurt the bones, everyone is in this circle, a closed-loop effect, and everyone is like this, so they all silently abide by them.

The concept of dividing the family is like this.

The eldest son and eldest grandson get the most because they are responsible for the elderly's support in the future. Other brothers can give money and grain, but the bulk is on the eldest.

So the uncle's mountain forest and fields add up to fifty mu, while Song Sancheng's family adds up to barely twenty mu, but they win because they are all at the doorstep, convenient to take care of.

However, because of Qiao Qiao, the couple didn't ignore their home like others did when they went to work; instead, their fields and mountain land were the best taken care of.

Take this chestnut orchard, for example. The uncle went to the city more than twenty years ago, and the orchard was rented to others. Later, there was no future in agricultural crops, and people packed their bags and went to work.

And so, it had been abandoned for many years.

But here at Song Sancheng's, even though the land had been abandoned for the past two years, it was still much easier to manage compared to other people's.

Just looking at the tall, sturdy, and vibrant chestnut trees all over the mountain, you know that although the place is small, the trees are capable.

She didn't know it was because of the spiritual energy inside, and thought it was because the trees presented such a lush appearance after careful care.

Look again at the Cherokee roses planted inside and outside the protective net, the green leaves densely covering half of the fence, and the vines with dense, hard thorns climbing upward.

Looking at this posture, sooner or later they would climb to the top of the 1.8-meter fence.

Snow-white flowers the size of eggs, mixed with the golden flower cores inside, bloomed one by one on these green leaves.

If the peach forest brought people a magnificent shock, then here, it was like a pure and flawless fairy.

When the Cherokee roses were planted, they were bare with only a few poles, but after being catalyzed by spiritual energy, plus spring was the season for them to grow shoots,

Now they were growing vigorously, and looking from afar, they were quite large-scale and very shocking.

Zhao Fangyuan shouted again!

"Woo woo woo, how can there be such beautiful flowers!

!"

The snow-white petals shyly enclosed the golden flower cores, and bees buzzed in and out of the flowers. It wouldn't make people feel a shred of fear, but instead would give rise to a deep yearning for this beautiful countryside.

Zhao Fangyuan took photos of the flowers, again hating that she had only come in simple overalls.

She needed to wear a beautiful dress to match the Cherokee roses!

She had already thought of which angle to take photos from!

She would lean against the flowers, stretch out her fingers to pull the flower branches, and then let her face be behind the fairy-like Cherokee rose flowers, creating a sense of layering...

"Wake up!"

Song Tan pulled the branches over to show her: "A little dress? A sense of layering?"

Can the dress withstand the thorns, or can the person?

Zhao Fangyuan:...

What stubborn flowers!

But she was also stubborn: "I'll just get a little closer..."

Song Tan:...

"Take another look."

Cherokee roses aren't planted for nothing; this thing has small thorns behind its leaves, and from the flower to the stem, there is no place that is gentle. And they are of different lengths, impossible to guard against.

And when she added the spiritual energy catalysis...

In short, no matter how much Zhao Fangyuan wanted to be a fairy, she could only take two steps back.

She just walked in dejectedly.

Compared to the dense watermelon vines under the peach forest, this side seemed much sparser and cuter. But except for a few small paths, the surroundings were all planted with soybeans.

Logically speaking, with the chestnuts growing so lushly, the lighting underneath is not as good as the peach forest side.

Crops planted here would probably only grow tall, and the fruit wouldn't be a bumper harvest.

But—

The chestnut trees here are very old and grow very tall. Between the layers, the lighting underneath seems very beautiful. Look at these soybean seedlings that have already grown into shape...

Zhao Fangyuan remembered the daily meals and couldn't help but drool:

"These soybeans must be especially delicious and appetizing when made into fermented bean curd and soybean paste, right?"

Song Tan thought for a moment: "I haven't thought that far ahead yet; currently, I only think about eating tofu."

Now, they can't buy fresh water tofu like before in this area. It was for that piece of tofu that this patch of soybeans was planted.

The entire chestnut forest is on a slope of the mountain, and the further you go, the lower the terrain.

And in the shadiest place, a few oil chestnut trees grow a head shorter than the others, blocking a large area of sunlight, providing an especially suitable environment for the white fungus and black fungus underneath.

Zhao Fangyuan remembered the taste of that white fungus soup, and now looking at the small, snow-white white fungus growing on the dark brown, bumpy tree, she only felt that it looked small and cute, and the gourmet filter was already maxed out.

Taking two more steps down, you can see nine people distributed in turn along the edge of the pond at the foot of the mountain.

She had been here for two days and had also heard that one person must work every day. She asked curiously: "Where is the one weeding today?"

This soybean field looks clean, so I guess the loach brother was really working hard yesterday.

Song Tan laughed: How to put it, it's just that, a worker who doesn't want money is really easy to use, pointing wherever is needed.

"In the fields. The barnyard grass has grown, and Grandpa Li took him to the rice fields to pull the barnyard grass."

This is the kind of weed most hated when growing rice, simply endless, and it also affects the growth of rice.

But now that people are idle, they can tidy up the rice fields every day. Grandpa Li goes to pull barnyard grass seedlings as soon as the fields are flooded. Today, having pulled in a free laborer, he was working even more vigorously.

And look, the other party was pounding his waist with a face full of pain, while he stood up straight with high spirits, pointing at the old yellow ox in someone else's abandoned field nearby:

"This big guy, how come his waist isn't as good as this old man's? Even my ox can't bear to look."

Well! A big guy in his forties or fifties!

These words left the defeated fisherman speechless.

Both of them had a plastic bag hanging from their waists, filled with barnyard grass.

I don't know why, but this year, Grandpa Li's old yellow ox doesn't refuse anything from these few fields!

It really knows how to eat!

The agricultural channel said that these barnyard grass seedlings taste tender and are rich in nutrients, so it's not bad for the ox to eat. ===== CHAPTER 195 =====