Chapter 28: Find Some Rice Straw

"Pickups are still good!"

Song Sancheng put the logs with inoculated mushroom spores into the back of the pickup, finally acknowledging Song Tan's vision.

These logs were about 1.2 meters long, and how many could a van hold? It had to be a pickup! It could hold a lot and was convenient.

Qiaoqiao looked at the logs full of the back of the pickup with expectation, and then looked at the bare courtyard of his grandfather's house, his fair face full of sweat:

"Are they finished moving? Can Qiaoqiao rest? So tired!"

"Tired what!"

Song Sancheng looked at him disapprovingly: "Strength is a servant; use it up and it will come back! When I was your age, I could cut rice and transplant seedlings all day without raising my head!"

Wu Lan felt sorry for her son and glared at him: "You were raised in hardship since you were small, my son hasn't suffered this hardship."

Turning to look at Qiaoqiao, who was tearful:

"Good, don't listen to your father. Look at your sister, if it weren't for Qiaoqiao's help, she would be so tired. Our Qiaoqiao eats three bowls in one meal, so he can't waste it; he has to turn it into strength and use it, so his body will be good!"

"Look at you, you didn't eat so much before, and Mom didn't ask you to do so much work, right?"

Qiaoqiao opened his mouth, and finally couldn't think of a rebuttal, and couldn't bear to eat only two bowls in one meal, so he had to go to the passenger seat aggrieved—

He already knew how to sit in the car and fasten his seat belt by himself.

"Sister, is my work done?"

Song Tan touched his head—a hand full of sweat.

So she coaxed: "Good treasure, when we get to the mountain, just arrange these logs. Can Qiaoqiao still do it?"

The logs with inoculated mushroom spores were pulled to the mountain by the family these past two days, one by one, crossed and set up in a V-shape. This work wasn't heavy, but there were many logs, and going back and forth, it was tiring.

But Song Tan was strong now, 1.2 meters long, 15 cm diameter logs, she could hold seven or eight at a time, walking like flying, so Qiaoqiao was only responsible for setting them up in the end.

He was silly, and Wu Lan was afraid of him getting hurt before, so she basically didn't let him do anything.

Since Song Tan came back, because she ate wild vegetables during the day and practiced cultivation at night, the whole family ate well and slept well, eating three bowls of rice in one meal. If such a good strong laborer wasn't used, Wu Lan felt it was a loss!

This wasn't it, she was slowly testing and adding burdens!

Qiaoqiao puffed out his chest: "Qiaoqiao can! Qiaoqiao is better than Dad!"

Song Sancheng and Wu Lan in the back seat glanced at him, thinking you silly boy, you haven't done as much as your sister!

Just bragging!

The group tossed until noon before finally setting up these logs.

Now it was late March, the grass was growing and the warblers were flying, the chestnut trees in the forest hadn't spread their leaves yet, and the sun was warm.

The newly set up logs were also exceptionally aesthetic in the sun.

But Song Sancheng was worried again—

"This won't do, the newly inoculated mushroom spores can't be exposed to the sun like this."

"Tan Tan, these mushroom spores must be covered with rice straw to keep warm, otherwise the temperature difference between morning and evening is large, and the moisture will dissipate too quickly, and the wood ear won't grow."

"And we have to buy a piece of shading net to cover the rice straw, to ventilate and moisturize..."

As he spoke, he couldn't help but worry: "Did the expert you consulted before say anything else to pay attention to? We're doing such a large scale for the first time, I'm a bit panicked in my heart."

Their family had planted a part ten years ago. At that time, the logs could be put in the house at the beginning.

But these logs on the hillside, calculated, cost twenty each, even if the logs were their own and didn't cost money, the cost of cleaning up the hillside and pulling the netting was ten thousand yuan.

Now Song Sancheng was more and more bottomless.

Wu Lan's brain turned fast, and she pondered for a while: "Tan Tan, you've been back for more than half a month, why don't we go to your grandmother's house this afternoon?"

"No one in our village grows rice, but your grandmother's side still has people growing rice and wheat. Let's go pull some dry grass back and cover these mushroom spores."

"Also, it's warm now, the piglets should be brought back, and the pigsty should be prepared with more rice straw."

It can keep warm when sleeping at night, and can be thrown into the manure pit directly when dirty, and can also be fermented. The pigsty can be kept fresh and clean, and rice straw is indispensable.

Other wild grasses aren't impossible, but now, these piles of dry grass aren't easy to find.

Alright.

Song Tan had intended to see her grandmother for a while, so she looked at the time: "Mom, let's go back and eat something simple, and then Qiaoqiao and I will pick more wild vegetables to take over, and let Grandma and the others taste them."

"Take wild vegetables?"

Don't look at them as her own, Wu Lan felt heartache when she thought of twenty yuan a jin. But heartache was heartache, she still pointed out: "Your grandmother and grandfather are old, they like to eat soft ones, you pick more shepherd's purse, and we'll go to the town to cut some meat, and I'll wrap dumplings for them in the afternoon."

"Eat something fresh for the others, don't need to take so much, just share some with your uncle."

Thinking of her brother reminded her of her sister: "Your eldest aunt is busy doing business in the city. Next time you finish selling vegetables, just leave some for her and send them over."

A few words arranged the family clearly. Song Sancheng thought for a moment and hesitated: "Then... what about Tan Tan's aunt and eldest uncle?"

Wu Lan glared at him: "Then can I say no!"

The more she thought, the more heartache she felt. Sending it like this, thousands of yuan were gone.

She had to look at her daughter with eager eyes: "I'll go see if there are wild vegetables in other places in the village? If the taste is this good this year, we won't worry about spring."

Why plant land, wild vegetables can earn back the cost.

Song Tan was speechless.

How many days has she been practicing cultivation?

Spiritual energy is limited.

The stingy old farmer didn't give much to the land that didn't belong to their family!

If her mother wants to taste it, let her taste it, anyway, planting land is very metaphysical, let her taste it.

However...

"Mom, it's good to go see. We pick wild vegetables every day, and there aren't many left now. We won't sell wild vegetables starting tomorrow. We'll clean up the wild vegetables early in the morning, and I'll drive to the city at noon."

Also let the wild vegetables have a way to live.

Plus, the Chinese milk vetch leaves in the fields are tender, and they are about to hit flower buds. Controlling spiritual energy slightly to extend the growth period, picking at this time is the most delicious.

Whether it's cold salad or stir-fry, it's very sweet, and with so many fields, it can just be sold for a while.

And her video, she collected a lot of material before. But it's not shocking enough and not enough for an episode, so it's almost enough to save more.

Sigh, if it can explode locally, she wouldn't be so worried about online traffic—this has to blame those aunties.

One by one, they cherish their own things, hiding her treasure stall tightly, making it half a month since selling vegetables, and there are only twenty-eight members in the group.

These are vegetables grown with spiritual energy!

Fairy Tan Tan is very unconvinced.