Chapter 493

"It's like this," Song Tan explained seriously: "I resigned and returned to my hometown to farm. I accidentally spent all my parents' savings, so I wanted to plant some economic crops to make some money, so I planted peach trees."

"But our family also loves to eat watermelon, but there is no land left... Anyway, when planting peach trees, we also dug the mountain and turned the soil, so we just planted watermelon here. One land for multiple uses, adapt to local conditions, extract the essence of the land..."

In short, the more she talked, the less reliable it was.

But what was even less reliable than the words was obviously the watermelon!

Professor Song couldn't make any expression anymore. He just squatted down and twisted the soil with his hand: "Yanran, take a bag and sample it."

Yanran was stunned.

Tang Xiaodong also hesitated: "Teacher, aren't we here for mountain planning?" Shouldn't need soil testing and nutritional ratio analysis, right?

Professor Song:...

Yes, he forgot about this.

But...

"Did you take the bag? Load some soil first, I'll study it when I go back."

The students really didn't bring it.

Which family's mountain planning needs to be so detailed as to soil sampling?

Yanran touched her pocket and found a self-sealing bag: "I used it to pack the drone battery."

"Okay." Professor Song didn't pick it: "Take some from here today, and we will stay here for a few more days and look slowly."

Just after sealing the bag, he felt a bit strange again: "This is not right..." His vision spread forward: "How did your watermelon grow so well? Although it is a bit sparse and the yield doesn't look abundant, but—"

He stood up and looked around: "But these vines are strong and the leaves are emerald green, the seedling situation is very good."

At this moment, Wu Lei, who was fishing and sending messages, turned over from the other side of the fence. Seeing the group of people, he couldn't help but be stunned, and then subconsciously stuffed his phone back into his pocket.

"That... I was just tired from moving watermelons, taking a break..."

After finishing speaking, he became depressed again—it's normal to take a break when tired from moving! Why feel guilty?

Wu Lei himself didn't know why.

He was nervous when he saw Tan Tan cousin, and that was fine. Why was he nervous when he saw these experts from outside?

It's like meeting a teacher when going to school.

At this moment, he just hurriedly changed the subject: "Who said the watermelon yield is not high?"

He was exhausted from moving every day!

"But the yield has been a bit low recently, after all, it has been sold for so long—wait for a period of time, the small melons will be the second batch, and they can be sold then."

Professor Song: "... You mean, your watermelon is still being sold?"

"Definitely!"

Wu Lei said righteously: "I have such a large piece of watermelon land, if the watermelon is not sold, how can I finish eating it myself?"

He said and couldn't help but lick his lips, thinking that if he couldn't finish eating, he would juice it and freeze it as popsicles, and there would never be a day when he couldn't finish eating... He would have to suck two bites even in the middle of winter.

But thinking of this, Wu Lei felt even more aggrieved: "Tan Tan, I am also your cousin, why can Yanping and the others go on a trip, and I still have to move watermelons here?"

After working for a month, his waist was stiff, but Lili seemed to be angry, and she hadn't replied to messages recently. What should he do?

His salary hadn't been paid yet, and he had no way to coax people now.

However, in Song Tan's place, why did all the other brothers go out, but he was left behind?

Song Tan was righteous: "This is a benefit only for old employees! You just came here! And if you go on a trip now, do you still want your house?"

Wu Lei:... House, house! Why is it so hard to buy a house?!

He twisted his head with hatred and went to the watermelon land further away.

And when Song Tan turned back, she saw Professor Song looking at her unclearly: "The people working at home are all your cousins? Your family is quite large, and the relationship between brothers and sisters is quite good."

The posture of nepotism was fully grasped.

Song Tan thought it wasn't, but she couldn't say she wanted to cheat cheap labor, right? Simply point to it again: "Do you want to go in and see?"

"All the watermelons are planted under the peach trees, just don't step on them. They are still growing."

"Growing?"

Professor Song hummed unclearly, "This is growing? This is busy giving birth."

He found it hard to keep his emotions happy. It was really that his experience of the past few decades was overturned today, and the elderly couldn't bear this blow.

Qi Lin looked at the watermelons in the field seriously, and several people whispered:

"I remember Yu Le in our class, isn't his project watermelon? Why does it seem like it needs sandy soil and sufficient light... saying the higher the light intensity, the higher the sweetness..."

"Yes."

Yanran also muttered: "This is not sandy soil, just ordinary mud."

Light is definitely there, but it can't stand the fact that there are many peach trees. Compared with open-air ones, it must be much worse.

Professor Song walked on the side, listening to the students whispering, and felt even more heartbroken at this moment.

He finally sighed: "Forget it, don't look, wait for the soil sampling—take pictures."

When this was said, everyone hurriedly prepared the drone.

The buzzing sound of the drone came, and Professor Song asked again: "What do you use for watering?"

Watering?

Song Tan led them two steps forward and stood on a high place to look: "Pump it up from the pond at the bottom—but it's usually not needed. There should be water sources under our mountain, and it's quite moist. After planting, it basically grows naturally."

When this was said, countless growers would have to kneel in her peach orchard and cry.

Professor Song didn't ask anymore and turned to walk out: "Isn't there a wasteland contracted? Let's go see the wasteland side. How big is the area?"

Song Tan smiled modestly: "This big bowl in front, both inside and outside the bowl are contracted by me."

Professor Song, who had seen the scene, didn't have much feeling about this place, just evaluated it slightly:

"Not bad, surrounding the pond, the soil should be very close, management is convenient, and they are all in one place, looking more concentrated."

"It's just that if you want to hire people to work later, you have to set aside a place specifically for workers to rest."

Professor Song thought very thoughtfully: "With such a large area, you can't hire all villagers, right? There must be a place for people to rest—you shouldn't want to bring all the work home to do, right?"

Song Tan found a confidant at this moment: "Professor Song, you are too knowledgeable! That's exactly what I mean!"

"Our family also makes chili sauce, and processes medicinal materials. The work done by the three old people in the corner you asked about in the afternoon is processing the Jin Yingzi on the chestnut orchard side."

"After expanding the scale next year, there will definitely be more people hired. My courtyard can't fit even if it's big."

Professor Song:...

He smiled: "It's nothing, basically those who do family farms can't do without planning a piece of construction land—but you have to apply. If you want to build on agricultural and forestry land, you can't do it without approval."

Song Tan thought of Secretary Xiao Zhu again.

With her, to be honest, Song Tan never had to worry about procedures.

With this mention, she almost made a decision instantly—bring two more boxes to Secretary Xiao Zhu when these late-maturing peaches can be eaten!