Chapter 505

Going back at 9:00 is really not because Song Tan can't suffer, it's really because the summer sun is too sunny.

What's more, with Professor Song's professionalism, it is impossible for them to return so easily.

For example, at this moment, although Professor Song closed the tablet, he pointed to the high place of the small hill in front: "Just go there on the way back."

"Sister Yanran, I remember you put that hoe there, right? Go and dig to see if the soil at the bottom is wet?"

The tools they brought certainly don't have to be carried wherever they go, but the selected places are marked first, and then dug to see on the way back.

This is said... Song Tan thought: If you don't see that you are all fully armed for sunscreen, you think you are really not afraid of heatstroke!

In this weather, her dad wouldn't dare to exert himself in the sun!

Sister Yanran didn't refuse, put the things back in her pocket, and when she arrived at the place, she held the hoe and prepared to dig.

Two hoes went down, and the soil at the bottom was indeed red with moisture.

"Not bad, not bad."

Professor Song squatted down and twisted it with his hand: "Make a mark here first, and dig down two more times."

Song Tan:...

Forget it, forget it, she stretched out her hand: "I'll come."

Her arms and wrists were exposed to the sun, not to mention how white and tender they were.

"Don't!" Sister Yanran, who had wheat skin and a little black, felt distressed for her: "You just wear a straw hat, how sunny is the sun. I'll come, I'm used to doing it, and I have great strength."

That's not it, there are calluses on her hands!

It can be seen that it is a professional farmer!

Song Tan snatched the hoe: "I'll come."

Saying that, one hoe went down, good guy, the hoe handle went directly into the soil!

Then she pried and lifted it hard, and the developed root system of the weeds was turned out. The people standing here didn't make a sound.

No need to try, the soil at the bottom was obviously wet and sticky.

Professor Song looked at this soil pit, and then at Song Tan, and didn't know whether to praise her for her great strength and deep digging, or sigh that the possibility of water source at the bottom is great...

After a long silence, until Song Tan knocked the mud on the hoe, and then carried it on her shoulder: "Next, go to the place on the hillside in front, right?"

She remembered that Grandpa Qi Lin's shovel seemed to be lost there.

So—

Before coming, Professor Song walked in front, looking around.

On the way back, Song Tan walked in front with a hoe on her back. That posture was like Sun Wukong carrying the golden cudgel. The four masters and apprentices behind were inexplicably a little restrained.

Wait until the next location—

"Where to dig? Towards the mountain wall or the bottom?"

"On the mountain wall. Be careful, there may be stones at the bottom."

Grandpa Qi Lin, who should have done it, retreated knowingly.

Song Tan appreciated his understanding very much. At this moment, she took the shovel and replaced it with the pickaxe she brought, and chiseled directly towards the mountain wall one by one.

Her induction to water is no less than the experience of this old farmer. After a few pickaxes, the impact on the rock layer mixed with soil blocks made a strange sound.

And then a small stream of water gushed out.

Professor Song was really pleasantly surprised: "How can you have such great strength?"

Listening to the sound, it is really mixed with the stone layer!

It was Song Tan who looked at the water flowing out:

"Logically speaking, there are many stone layers at the bottom, and the water coming out should be clean. Does it count as spring water?"

Professor Song shook his head: "Then I don't know, but look at what your pickaxe brought, there is also a lot of mud, and the terrain here is not high. Even if the water inside is clean, it is very easy to be polluted..."

"Looking at the water quality, you must drill this place out and test it."

Fine.

Song Tan just asked casually. In fact, there is no shortage of water in all directions. The mark was made, and she simply continued to walk back.

She climbed the hillside again with a grunt, stood at the top, and Professor Song pointed to the place where stones and soil were mixed and said: "Come, here."

"I can't say the specific location, but look at this grass, it is the most lush of what we have seen. It grows so robustly from the stone cracks, and the possibility of water is very great."

Tang Xiaodong rubbed his hands: "I'll come?"

Song Tan didn't want to work, but look at these few, the sweat under the brim of the sunscreen hat layer by layer, soaked and blown dry...

Oh my, she couldn't bear it.

Simply pretended not to hear Tang Xiaodong, took the hoe and started to dig, turned over five or six stones in one breath, and at the bottom, it was still a click!

Song Tan's movements paused.

Then, she withdrew her hand: "There are stones at the bottom. Leave it first. Wait for the professional well driller to come and handle it with a drill."

She didn't have to use force, but she could dig through, but it was unnecessary.

And...

"If you don't go back, I'm afraid you will really get heatstroke."

This time, no one refused.

Professor Song's purpose of going up the mountain today has been achieved, and he is satisfied at this moment. What's more, everyone is not tired and hot. At this moment, carrying hoes and pickaxes, they ran faster than anyone else.

Until they went down this mountain, crossed another small hillside, one side was a piece of tea land mixed with brown and green that had just been pruned, and the other side was a lush chestnut forest, and the Cherokee rose fruit climbing on the high fence was swaying in the wind.

In an instant, even the mountain breeze seemed to have the coolness of the forest, and the expressions of several people were visibly relaxed.

Afterwards, Sister Yanran curiously leaned forward: "Your family's Cherokee rose fruit is also too beautiful!"

"Of course!"

Song Tan was proud: "The fruit of this Cherokee rose fruit can be sold at a sky-high price."

"But if you really want to see it, come again when the sun sets in the evening. Your water is all empty, aren't you thirsty now? Hurry up, I'll prune some chestnuts back, and let's eat watermelon."

This time, without her saying, everyone hooked the branches with hoes and pickaxes. Song Tan took the scissors, carried the basket and cut it, and soon carried a full basket.

Back in the courtyard, not to mention Professor Song ignoring the image and unscrewing the water pipe to wash his head and face, Sister Yanran also held the water and splashed it on her face.

Wu Lan saw it and hurriedly drove people away: "Oh my, Sister Yanran! Girls shouldn't splash cold water on their heads like this, it's easy to have a headache... Hurry up, if it's hot, go into the house and take a warm shower first, and then go to the living room. The air conditioner in the living room has been on!"

At once, Professor Song didn't refuse. His clothes were also soaked in sweat, with white salt stains.

So, Sister Yanran rushed upstairs, and the few of them took simple change of clothes and rushed to the bathroom downstairs.

When they entered the living room again, the cool cold air in the house mixed with the sweetness of watermelon rushed towards them, and everyone instantly paralyzed on the sofa, completely liberated.

And then looking at a large basin of water caltrops and a plate of watermelon cut in front of them, they sat up straight again.

And here, Song Sancheng was sitting in the cool corridor, facing a carrying pole of water caltrops, picking the vines one by one.

Oh my, this water caltrop grows really a lot! I knew I wouldn't fish so much, I can't finish picking it!