Chapter 37

The red-haired aunt's ability to bring goods is indeed second to none.

Under her leadership, old customers also wanted three or five jin casually, and new customers hesitated to take one or two jin.

So, when another group of customers saw the news and took the time to rush over, they discovered—

"I was only half an hour late, how come it's all gone?"

"Exactly, didn't they say everyone doesn't like Chinese milk vetch today and won't buy it?"

"Yes! I hesitated for half a day before coming, originally intending to buy only one jin to taste, just to support the boss!"

Song Tan:???

Are there such insane statements in the group?

She hurriedly opened her phone, and sure enough, many familiar avatars were talking about the various unpopularity of Chinese milk vetch, acting as if this business couldn't go on.

But clicking on WeChat payment, several of them scanned the code to pay eighty or a hundred yuan.

Song Tan:... The world's routines are deep!

The customers also reacted, looking at her empty baskets with tears in their eyes, and finally their eyes moved to the cold-dressed Chinese milk vetch in Qiao Qiao's hand that hadn't been finished tasting, eager to try:

"What's this?"

Song Tan simply handed over the disposable chopsticks: "This is the unpopular Chinese milk vetch."

Several customers tasted it with complex feelings, and instantly tears flowed down—

"I'm a puppy if I believe their nonsense next time!"

Qiao Qiao's eyes lit up: "Woof woof woof!!!"

Stimulated by this, everyone had to finish the remaining vegetables with tears, and then agreed to purchase in large quantities tomorrow morning, only then leaving reluctantly.

Song Tan:... It doesn't have to be like that.

Once they left, Song Tan hurriedly looked at the small basket of Chinese milk vetch in the back seat: "Let's go Qiao Qiao, go to the courier station."

She promised the one from out of town last time, she has to mail it to him.

Returning home, Song Tan counted the money she received today and found that it added up to another two thousand yuan, and that was received without picking more today.

Wu Lan had gone from being dazed to now accepting it calmly, and even started planning that field:

"If you ask me, this makes money, so stop raising cows or pigs."

Song Tan shook her head: "Mom, the main purpose of planting this is to fertilize the fields, this field hasn't been plowed for many years, it has to be tidied up."

"What's more, Chinese milk vetch grows fast, there are so many fields, it can't be sold out at all, no need to be frugal."

As soon as she finished speaking, she saw Song Sancheng carrying a hoe, ready to go out. She looked at the overcast sky that seemed about to rain: "Dad, what are you doing?"

Song Sancheng replied: "I'm going to dig the tea garden. I went to the mountain that day and found that our tea garden is starting to bud, the old leaves are green, might as well apply some nitrogen fertilizer before it rains."

Fertilizing a tea garden generally needs to be done before it rains, digging the land open shallowly and sprinkling fertilizer.

This way, when the rain falls, it's convenient for absorption and won't burn the seedlings.

As he said this, he looked a bit smug: "I think our land is spiritual this year, everything tastes good. Might as well pick more tea leaves, they will definitely taste good too!"

When he said this, Song Tan also remembered the old tea garden at home.

In previous years, this tea could still sell for some money, but later, as the internet developed and marketing became more and more powerful, tea without a brand like theirs didn't have much of a market.

So everyone left a few acres of tea garden unattended, drinking it themselves every year. If they really wanted to make money, they would go out to work in the second half of the year.

In Song Tan's family, because of Qiao Qiao's condition, the couple felt bad for the child and wouldn't let him go into the factory, so someone had to stay at home every year.

Naturally, there was more effort to manage the fields at home.

The moisture in the air became heavier, and there would definitely be another spring rain by evening. Song Tan remembered the clear, slightly bitter but sweet aftertaste of the tea leaves in her hometown, and couldn't help but feel moved.

Turning around at this moment, she also took a hoe: "Dad, let's go together."

Song Sancheng wanted to stop her: "This is heavy work, you, a girl..."

But turning to think of how hardworking this daughter of his was, carrying two large baskets at once without any effort, he couldn't help but fall silent again.

Thinking for a moment, he simply called his son: "Qiao Qiao, let's go, go farming!"

Qiao Qiao rushed out: "Are we going to plant corn?"

The tea mountain is still some distance from home.

You need to go around from the front to the back mountain, then climb over the small path of the back mountain, and then to the other side of the back mountain to see the large tea garden.

This large patch here is naturally all Song Tan's family's.

Song Sancheng looked at these green leaves and couldn't help but sigh: "The weather is good this year, the late spring cold isn't very cold. In previous years, there would be snow at this time, and eight or nine out of ten tea leaves would be frozen."

As he said this, he swung his hoe and started digging trenches.

Song Tan really had no experience in fertilizing, so she followed suit at this moment, simply digging.

Between her gestures, wisps of spiritual energy also wrapped around the tea leaves on the left and right ridges, row by row, column by column...

The sky became more overcast, as if it was about to rain immediately.

Song Sancheng looked at the large patch of land he had quickly dug shallowly, and then looked at the places Qiao Qiao had carefully sprinkled, and couldn't help but be startled—

"Digging so fast!"

This tea garden used to take a long time. If he waited until October to apply base fertilizer, the trenches would be dug deep, and it would take him more than a week to do it alone!

But now, only an hour had passed, and this was such a large piece—even if it only needed a shallow dig without much effort, there wouldn't be such high efficiency, right?

The experienced old farmer couldn't help but be puzzled:

"I've been eating more lately, could it be that my body is well-nourished, why do I feel more energetic the more I work?"

Song Tan was silent, pretending it had nothing to do with the spiritual energy she had scattered.

Song Sancheng didn't think of her at all, just went to look at the places she had dug, and expressed surprise at the hoe that swung with excessive flexibility—

"Oh my! You really are a natural at farming! Look at this work, fast and good!"

"Daughter, it seems the soil and water at home are nourishing, look at how much your strength has increased!"

Qiao Qiao followed behind the hoe, huffing and puffing while sprinkling fertilizer, while sticking his tongue out at Song Sancheng: "Dad doesn't know how to farm, so slow!"

Song Sancheng also snorted: "As long as I know how to plant corn better than you."

"Qiao Qiao, don't follow your sister, just sprinkle row by row."

He had been busy recently and remembered too late, and now he had missed the best season for fertilizing.

Plus, the rain seemed to be half a day earlier than the forecast, and it was too late to dig the soil.

Can only say, dig as much as you can, and just sprinkle the rest on the soil surface.

Turning to look at this tea garden, Song Sancheng couldn't help but sigh again: "If these four or five acres of tea leaves are picked carefully, they can pick a hundred jin of dry tea by the end of spring tea."

"But there's too much to do in early spring, no time to deal with it, it's a pity."