Chapter 441

Thinking of this, Song Tan couldn't help but feel depressed—because according to this scale, I am afraid that everything I plant in the future will have to be covered.

Old Zhao was also speechless for a while.

Thinking about it, he simply became a hindsight: "Then... isn't it okay to put bags on the fruit?"

Old Zhao's words were not finished, and the two had already pushed open the door of the orchard.

Song Tan pointed to the fruit-laden peach trees in front of her:

"Look, is it better to add a cover, or is it easier to put bags?"

Slender peach leaves were dense, rustling in the wind, and big peaches, green and white with red, were squeezed together in the middle, looking like they were fighting for each other.

Just like this, how to put bags? And how to have time and manpower to put bags?

Old Zhao didn't need the answer instantly.

Actually, the family had been thinking of ways to deal with the birds in the orchard and vegetable fields for a long time—Song Tan's ability now is at most to drive away some insects intermittently, and it is not very comprehensive.

This kind of bigger one is really powerless.

This is not, Old Man Li even tied a scarecrow in the vegetable field at the beginning!

The scarecrow was tied vividly, and even put on a jacket that he didn't wear. But the birds nowadays are really arrogant and lawless—of course, it doesn't exclude the reason that the things in the field are too good and the temptation is too great.

In short, it was of no use at all, they even gathered in groups to hold meetings on the scarecrow!

Chirping, how arrogant.

Later, Song Tan bought that kind of bird-repelling artifact that makes sounds on the Internet, which people can hear, and birds can also hear, and it is not useful at all.

But fortunately, the area of the vegetable field is not large, and Sanbao and Sibao look there, and then bring a few half-grown pastoral dogs, happily coming and going, which can barely defend.

But this orchard is different.

Not to mention that there are watermelon vines everywhere in the peach forest, which is not convenient for several dogs to gallop. Just say that the fruit trees are so high, with branches and forks, if the birds stand in the middle or on the top to steal, it is impossible to stop them.

Da Wang is tall and jumps far, but he can't jump on the tree, right?

Finally, after changing and changing, it is still the simplest method that is most useful.

This is not, now that it is covered flawlessly, it really makes Zhang Wang, who worries about the orchard every day, feel relieved.

Old Zhao heard it and was also helpless.

Looking at these big green peaches all over the mountains and plains at this moment, he couldn't help but feel a little emotion—it's not easy!

And then he asked curiously: "This eagle-beak peach, it seems that no one in our place plants it? Is it really more delicious than local peaches?"

Song Tan was proud when talking about this.

They only have one kind of May fairy peach locally, which also has a crisp and sweet taste, but it is not on a scale, so every household plants one or two trees, resulting in no iteration and updating of varieties.

If you really want to talk about it, the taste is really mediocre.

And now...

"This eagle-beak peach is actually the most like our local peach, crisp and sweet, and the peach flavor is especially strong. The only thing different from our local peaches is that the tip of the peach has a curved hook, like an eagle's beak, so it's called eagle-beak peach."

It is also this eagle beak that is particularly easy to break during transportation, fortunately it basically won't affect eating. But they have to note it when putting it on the shelf. This kind of missing tip is not within the scope of after-sales.

Song Tan reminded herself secretly.

"We tasted it two days ago, the taste is simply nothing to say."

While speaking, she reached out and broke the cluster of peaches in front of her into the basket one by one. Don't look at it as green with red, in fact, the red part is the performance of sufficient light maturity.

Even that kind of greenest small peach is edible now, but the sweetness is not enough and the taste is much worse.

Speaking of taste, Old Zhao believed it deeply!

At this moment, he smacked his lips, and the stomach that had just drunk tremella soup seemed to be empty again...

However, the two had only picked half a basket, and Little Secretary Zhu called:

"

Song Tan, do you still remember the subsidy for your orchard? 300 per mu. Didn't you say that the peaches are going to mature two days ago? I am urging people to come down to inspect."

She lowered her voice:

"I see that you have a lot of peaches on the mountain this year. It's too hard to sell them scattered. I'll see if I can get a few reliable big distributors from them."

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Song Tan nodded quickly: "Okay!"

She even decided immediately to go to the field to break a basket of corn tomorrow!

How to say, it's not for promotion, but to let these hard-working government staff feel the simplicity and enthusiasm of their rural people!

And Old Zhao waited patiently for her to finish the call, and also said nervously on the side: "No matter what, you can't forget me here! I must have peaches!"

"I know." Song Tan couldn't laugh or cry: "I want to sell to wholesalers on a large scale, look at which of my crops has enough yield?"

Old Zhao became even more nervous:

"I'm talking about the future! No matter what, this friendship of practicing stalls in a vegetable market can't be forgotten, when your scale grows up next year, you can't forget me no matter what!"

"Look, for you, I rented the storefront!"

This is...

Song Tan simply stuffed the basket to him: "You pick peaches well, don't think about it."

Watching Old Zhao take the basket with a relieved look, she simply asked again: "By the way, the chickens and ducks I raised before laid eggs, and the duck eggs are prepared to be pickled, so they are not sold first. But the eggs can produce a lot every day..."

"Do you still need to ask?"

Old Zhao was dissatisfied: "Just say the price, just give it to me. By the way, how much can you produce a day?"

Song Tan thought—a total of one hundred or so chicks, not one died since growing up.

Excluding a few roosters, the rest have started laying eggs. Because the age is still young, the frequency of laying eggs is not particularly stable, but there are always 70 or so a day?

Excluding what the family eats themselves...

"50 a day, 10 yuan each."

Old Zhao:...

"50 a day? You still say you can produce a lot? This is called a lot?! Anyone can take it away with one hand!"

"There is no way."

Song Tan was helpless: "Raised too many and can't take care of it. These were originally raised for ourselves to eat. If it weren't for the hot weather, these eggs wouldn't be kept, I wouldn't be in a hurry to sell them."

Old Zhao calculated in his heart—50 eggs, leaving 10 for his own family every day, and only 40 can be sold, really... alas! Poorly few!

He had to exhort again: "Leave all the salted duck eggs for me, and the fish in your pond, didn't you hear that they are quite big? Just catch a batch and sell it to me?"

"That won't work." Salted duck eggs are okay, fish are not.

Alas, it's a shame to say that there has been no royal photographer recently, and the baby pictures in the store look a bit uncoordinated.

On one side is high-definition 4k, on the other side is 720 standard definition... the gap is too big!

She didn't want to rub their camera, mainly because there were many people and it was lively.

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