Chapter 431

The continuous sunny days after the heavy rain soon evaporated the moisture on the land again.

Song Tan dragged out a ground cage by the pond early in the morning and found that although there were many fish and shrimp inside, compared to the full-to-the-brim state at the beginning, it was clearly much less.

But there was nothing to be done about that.

Initially, those fish couldn't resist the temptation of the spiritual energy, but now she spends her time scattering a bit of spiritual energy all over the mountains every day, draining herself until not a drop is left, and she hasn't spared the pond either...

Look, not only have the fish become picky eaters, but the lush water plants on the side have also become verdant.

Nowadays, when family members walk toward the pond, they have to carry a stick to brush aside the grass and drive away the snakes scurrying everywhere.

The spiritual energy in this place has gradually become abundant!

Look, there are ducks placed by the pond on the back mountain, and now wild ducks have flown over to the pond in front of the gate, and the water plants are incredibly dense.

Every day, Song Sancheng has to find time to scoop up two large baskets to chop up and feed the pigs and chickens.

Of course, for example, the tender shoots of water hyacinth are sometimes eaten by people too.

And with so many fish, dragging them back is enough to keep everyone busy for an hour or so.

Seventh Uncle, Seventh Aunt, and Aunt Lianhua were sitting there cleaning them—Aunt Lianhua's mother-in-law has been following Song Tan's maternal grandfather to weave straw mats recently; both the old man and the old woman have trouble moving around, and believe it or not, they have plenty to talk about.

Aunt Lianhua, not paying attention for a moment, had her hand slapped by a fish tail with a "slap," and a red mark immediately appeared on the back of her hand, which had been nurtured to a fair and lustrous state—

"This fish has so much strength!"

This bit of pain was nothing to her, and at this moment, she was just looking at the grass carp in her hand with surprise.

"That's right!"

Seventh Uncle also expressed his opinion: "The taste has been getting better and better lately."

However, delicious as it was, everyone didn't think anything else of it. Because there are often such people in the village; they clearly didn't do anything in the fields, but the crops grew better than others', and the harvest was also more than others'.

What's there to reason about?

There is still a gap between people.

Moreover, they eat so much of it now and have gotten used to it that their perception of this deliciousness is not as sharp as before.

Instead, Song Sancheng, having finished a round from the mountain, said to Song Tan: "Tantan, you and Qiao Qiao come with me to harvest the soybeans later."

Qiao Qiao was stunned: "But the leaves aren't all yellow yet. Mom said to wait until the stalks, leaves, and pods are all yellow before harvesting."

Over in the chestnut forest, excluding the white fungus and black fungus, there are more than three mu of land planted with soybeans. Although they grew a bit leggy because the sunlight isn't as good as in unobstructed places, looking at the heavy pods on them, it can truly be considered a bumper harvest.

And Song Sancheng, thinking of the upcoming full harvest, couldn't stop smiling: "They're ripe. It's so hot these days, if you don't harvest for a day, a large patch will turn yellow; they can be harvested now."

"If you harvest now, the beans are yellow but haven't completely fallen off. If you wait until they are completely dried out in the field, they'll easily fall to the ground when you harvest them later... We can't waste the effort to go pick them up again, right?"

For this, hiring someone isn't worth it.

But if you don't hire someone, seeing those beans fall to the ground, it's quite heartbreaking.

It's better to take advantage of the fact that the beans are yellow now but haven't dried to that extent and just cut them back.

Besides, soybeans can fertilize the soil, and next year's chestnuts will definitely grow better! By then, if the branches can't hold up, he'll have to set up poles to support them, right?

Thinking of this beautiful prospect, even though harvesting soybeans isn't easy, Song Sancheng was still beaming with joy.

For Song Tan now, this bit of work is truly not worth mentioning.

"Okay."

She familiarly found two large baskets in the utility room nearby and then called Qiao Qiao:

"You take the dog food and go up the mountain with Dad to cut them; I'll go to the back mountain to ride the tricycle over."

Qiao Qiao watches the chestnut orchard every day, so he's no longer so shocked by the environment.

Song Sancheng, on the other hand, only comes every few days, and every time he feels that the green little thorns on the chestnut burs are exceptionally pleasing.

Looking at the Cherokee roses again—it's not the peak fruiting period for Cherokee roses right now, so the flowers are blooming exceptionally boisterously; when the strong wind blows, the white petals dance like butterfly wings, not to mention how shocking it is.

He couldn't help but stop and sigh, saying with emotion: "200 a jin."

"Not really!"

Qiao Qiao looked at him: "Sister said 200 is the minimum, the price hasn't been set yet. And it's dried fruit; you have to remove the thorns, cut it open, and remove the seeds. It takes 4 jin of fresh fruit to dry 1 jin of dried fruit."

"So what?"

Song Sancheng doesn't look at all like the person who was reluctant to spend money to buy these Cherokee roses back then.

"Isn't what we paid just the money for the seedlings and the wages for the few helpers we hired to plant them? But look, how well these Cherokee roses are growing! How many fruits will they bear by then! It's like money picked up for nothing."

"It's not picked up for nothing."

Qiao Qiao wrinkled his nose in dissatisfaction: "We clearly put in a lot of effort too..."

That bit of effort, in the eyes of Song Sancheng, who has truly farmed, is almost equal to nothing.

In short, he happily carried the basket, didn't argue with his son, and entered the chestnut orchard first.

And on this side, Song Tan had already arrived at the back mountain.

Uncle Zhang was already a bit anxious:

"Tantan, you've rented this mountain for many days now, why haven't I seen any movement? Do you have any plans?"

Song Tan wants to move too!

But now it's the busiest time: transplanting rice seedlings, installing surveillance, peaches are about to be harvested, watermelons and vegetables are still being sold, and soybeans are about to ripen...

Not to mention that summer is coming soon; hiring people to work at this time, the wages are not generally high.

She could only wave her hand: "Don't worry, I'll find someone to plan it properly later."

This is really being looked for.

Zhang Wangjia looked at the piece of mountain land next door that temporarily still belonged to him, as well as the green, winding, and climbing vines on it, and was very happy at this moment:

"My kudzu root will definitely grow very well this year; look at these stalks, how strong they are!"

"That's right!"

Song Tan was not polite; she had secretly given them some spiritual energy, so she responded earnestly: "I used some new fertilizer on them before—Uncle Zhang, do a good job with the kudzu root this year, and I'll have Qiao Qiao livestream to help you promote it."

"If it really doesn't work, you can hire two people to help you clean them up."

Cleaning kudzu root is pure physical labor; it's too much of a loss for one person to do it.

"If you can earn a large sum of money this time, let's see if those children of yours regret it?"

No one is a saint; hearing this, Zhang Wangjia's eyebrows and eyes were indeed filled with a bit of pleasure.

Seeing this, Song Tan could only sigh.

Nowadays, this father and family who were once close by blood have already developed deep-seated hatred.

She quickly changed the subject:

"But Uncle Zhang, do you really not plan to farm this land? If you keep a portion of the kudzu root as seeds, you can have a sum of income every year."

"I'm not farming it."

Zhang Wangjia shook his head: "I'm old; even if I earned a million, I couldn't do this kind of physical labor anymore."

Besides, he's working for Tantan, receiving a salary and eating meals; he can't be busy with his own affairs every year, right? Cleaning kudzu root isn't just a one- or two-day job...

That would be too inappropriate.

Ah! I forgot to write about eating edamame properly; now these early soybeans are ripe... I'll write about planting soybeans next year.

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