Chapter 63: Overage Rice Field Manager

A meal made Zhang Zhang Yanping unable to move his butt.

However, working is impossible, he will never suffer this hardship in his life. He decided to take root on the stool, even if Little Aunt disliked him, he wouldn't move.

Song Song Sancheng, as the bottom of the food chain now, didn't dare to say anything after eating, and actively and diligently went to clean up the bowls and chopsticks.

And Wu Lan, since knowing that tea leaves could sell for ten thousand a jin, threw the rice bowl and went up the mountain with a basket! More active than anyone else.

What's the use of being angry with a man? Making money is the most important!

And Song Tan announced:

"Zhang Yanping brother, you go dig the vegetable garden with Song Qiao Song Qiao in the afternoon!"

Digging the vegetable garden requires turning the soil first, and then breaking it up. Although the place is not big, it is also a meticulous work. Song Qiao Song Qiao took such a solemn task for the first time and did it quite seriously.

Originally, the family's vegetable garden was actually dug last night, but grandparents said: Anyway, they won't lack vegetables after farming in the future, so they simply vacated another adjacent vegetable plot for Song Tan.

That piece hasn't been dug yet.

Just right, let Zhang Zhang Yanping adapt.

Song Tan went to see the little cabbage seeds soaked at noon, secretly added some spiritual energy, and now after half a day, there were already slight bud points bulging.

She decided to plant them all in the evening.

The vegetable garden is not big, totaling about three fen of land, about two hundred square meters.

But if you plant green vegetables like little cabbage that can produce four thousand jin per mu if sown casually, the normal yield of this piece of land can be one thousand two hundred jin.

If there is spiritual energy bonus...

Song Tan calculated the account in her heart, and at this moment, she couldn't wait.

She thought very well, but Zhang Zhang Yanping didn't even lift his butt:

"I'm not going." Clearly very persistent.

"No food tonight if you don't go."

"Then I won't go either." Zhang Zhang Yanping smiled: "Tan Tan, you are still young, you don't know the persistence of adults, my Little Aunt will absolutely not let me go hungry."

Song Tan smiled meaningfully: "Zhang Yanping brother, not letting you go hungry doesn't mean you can eat the taste like noon. If you are willing to eat something different from us, then just lie flat here."

Zhang Zhang Yanping's heart skipped a beat.

But a big man, how can he just admit defeat like this?

He stubbornly said: "Impossible, you are so busy, how can you have the energy to make two meals?"

Song Tan smiled without saying a word.

But before that, a piece of land also needs to be plowed in the fields. Rice needs to be concentrated for breeding, and then transplanted.

And some vegetable seedlings, those that should be cultivated must also be cultivated.

Song Tan took the tools to Song Qiao Song Qiao: "Good, dig the vegetable garden of grandparents well, if you do it well, we will plant vegetables at night."

"Don't plant corn?"

Song Qiao Song Qiao clearly didn't like Song Tan's way of planting vegetables.

"Planting,

Only then was Song Qiao Song Qiao satisfied.

Zhang Zhang Yanping looked at his simple, silly appearance and couldn't help but shake his head.

Song Tan walked to the fields, watching the old ox lying leisurely in the field with a few birds standing on its back, and couldn't help but smile:

"Grandpa Li!"

"Hey!" A man sat up on the ridge; it was the owner of the old yellow ox.

"Grandpa Li, is the Chinese milk vetch in my field tasty?"

Wrinkles spread across Grandpa Li's face: "Good! Very good. It's even more fragrant than stewed meat. I cut a basketful every day."

This was something Song Tan had suggested herself.

Grandpa Li had suffered hardships in his youth and was never picky about food. Although these two fields had been grazed by the ox, he could still find crisp and tender bits along the edges.

After tasting it once, he brought a basket every day when he went to graze the ox. With a tasty flavor in his mouth, he felt like his days had something to look forward to.

Now, looking at Song Tan, he felt that this girl was good in every way. No wonder she was a college student; she was even better at farming than they were.

"Tan Tan, is there something you need?"

Song Tan pointed out two plots of land where the paddy and dry fields met:

"Grandpa Li, it's time to raise rice seedlings these days. Could you please plow them again in the next two days and make it a bit more thorough?"

"I'm planning to raise some vegetable seedlings in the dry field above; that needs to be done carefully too."

Grandpa Li had been plowing fields for half his life; he didn't even need to think before agreeing:

"Don't you worry, I know what you need. I'll definitely get it done perfectly for you."

Then he pointed to a corner of the field:

"That spot is sheltered from the wind, gets good sun, and is right next to the irrigation ditch. I'll just plow the upper and lower plots there a bit more thoroughly."

Looking at the bright sun, the old man naturally had a belly full of experience to share:

"Tell your dad to weave some more straw mats when he has time. With this weather, you'll need to cover them morning and evening."

"I see the chestnuts on the mountain will be blooming in a while, right? Don't just focus on the chestnuts; the black fungus underneath needs to be ventilated, too."

The workload had increased again—Song Tan felt her scalp tingle.

If this place were desolate and uninhabited, she could use some small tricks, but now there were so many people in the village, and the fields and forests were under everyone's eyes; everything could only be done slowly.

However, seeing Grandpa Li's eager expression, Song Tan's heart stirred, and she suddenly asked:

"Grandpa Li, why don't you help me manage the seedling raising? Later on, you can look after the two paddy fields as well."

"I won't talk about money; I'll just cover all your rice, flour, grain, oil, vegetables, and meat for the year. How does that sound?"

The old man had great wisdom, too. Grandpa Li laughed heartily:

"If you don't mind that I'm old and can't do heavy work, just give me twenty jin of your home-raised pork at the end of the year!"

Song Tan didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"An old person in the house is like a treasure. Grandpa Li, you're much more capable than us young people."

Don't let the old men in the village fool you; they might seem listless and walk with a limp every day. Let them get into the fields, and they work more nimbly than anyone.

Those ruthless iron hands—just talking about weeding, they could outdo many young adults.

Not to mention, Grandpa Li had a lot of insight into growing rice; after all, he had spent the first half of his life doing just that. He spoke with confidence:

"Don't you worry, I guarantee I'll raise them well for you."

Now that he had a responsibility, he was willing to say even more: "By the way, Tan Tan, clear out that pond above when you have time. There are too many water weeds in it; you should raise more grass carp."

Grass carp eat weeds aggressively, making them perfect for that environment.

"I see the water quality in the pond is good. Get some crucian carp fry in there when you have time and raise them well; that's also an income."

Song Tan had that plan, too.

"Grandpa Li, I was planning to wait until the rice fields were flooded before releasing the fry. Otherwise, they'll all end up in the fields through the irrigation channels."

It wasn't that she didn't want to raise fish in the rice fields; she was mostly thinking about the flock of ducks on the mountain, which could also go into the fields to eat weeds later, and she could stagger the timing slightly.

However, Grandpa Li said:

"What's there to worry about! Fish in the rice fields have more benefits than ducks; they eat bugs and weeds and fertilize the fields for you. The TV says that 'rice-flower fish' can even sell for a higher price."

"At worst, just release more fry. I'll keep an eye on the rice fields for you."

——————Aside——————

Still ten thousand words today, five updates! Monthly tickets, give me more!

Thank you for your support!

Yesterday's first-day subscription results were great; thank you all for your support! There's a recommendation event today, and I hope everyone can add this book to their reading list.

Thank you.

Currently, I owe a ten-thousand-word update for "Lu Xiaowen" guessing the bumblebee, and another ten-thousand-word update for a cold-climate plant provided by "Ming Ming I'm Very Handsome" in the comments section.

I'll arrange them for the end of the month. I've updated a lot during this period; let's pace ourselves.

7017k