Chapter 65

However, by the time Zhang Yanping reacted and wanted to retort, Song Tan had already gone down into the field.

When it comes to digging the earth, no one in the whole family can compare to her.

She found a corner in the uppermost field, picked up a hoe, and started working.

In just about an hour, she had already turned all the Chinese milk vetch in this plot of land into the field, then broke up the soil clods and replanted the chive roots.

The chives had been plucked bare and looked especially pitiful.

She moved her fingers slightly, and silently, a thicker surge of spiritual energy welled up; she narrowly intercepted it, allocating only a portion to the chives, while the rest permeated into this field of Chinese milk vetch flowers.

The spring breeze blew, the green leaves swayed, and before long, one could see the flower buds at the tips of the Chinese milk vetch beginning to sprout rapidly, then swelling as if ready to bloom.

Chinese milk vetch grows rapidly; standing in the field, one could almost hear the trembling "pop" sounds of the flower buds.

Song Tan was satisfied. While carrying a water bucket to the pond to scoop up water to thoroughly soak the newly planted chive roots, she also pondered that starting from tomorrow, the bees shouldn't need to circle that poor cherry tree and pester it so bitterly anymore.

Just here, this whole field of Chinese milk vetch is enough for now.

Oh my, how should this Chinese milk vetch honey be sold when the time comes?

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but feel expectant.

……

This field had not been tended to for a long time, so even though Chinese milk vetch was planted, it grew more sparsely than in other fields.

Song Tan pinched a handful of soil to observe it carefully and finally decided not to bother with it anymore—let's use this specifically for planting watermelons!

Watermelons love sandy soil and have a strong adaptability to soil quality; they are truly a summer essential.

Although large-scale watermelon planting nowadays uses pumpkin-grafted seedlings, for small-scale home farming, there is really no need for all that.

Song Tan hadn't forgotten that for her, farming is about making money on one hand, and on the other, satisfying her daily needs so she can eat a comfortable meal!

Therefore, the most urgent priority now is to have more varieties, not to expand the scale.

What's more... there really is no manpower left!

Sigh, this is just how it is nowadays, with advanced technology and many people!

If it were at Yin Yue Peak, where she alone took care of the spiritual fields on the entire back mountain, she had never been so worried about the shortage of labor.

However, labor is currently insufficient, and the village is full of elderly people. Some work will have to be arranged in combination with technology once money is earned.

For example, sprinkler irrigation, for example, systematic management...

While thinking, a green shadow suddenly appeared before her eyes!

Song Tan was quick-eyed and fast-handed; at that moment, she reached out and pinched the small, tender green grasshopper resting on the Chinese milk vetch in front of her.

"You're quite picky!"

The spiritual energy here had only just been increased by a tiny bit, and already there were insects that couldn't wait to have a taste.

If this continues, no matter how much spiritual energy she gives, it won't be enough for the endless insects and birds coming from all directions!

After all, spring has arrived with flowers in bloom, and all kinds of birds and insects are bound to come; this will interfere with the bees collecting nectar.

Song Tan does have corresponding techniques she could use, but doesn't she have to keep a low profile?

Since that's the case...

This field will serve as an early experimental plot. Tomorrow, she'll lure the bees over and release all the chickens and ducks here. Then, she'll secretly combine it with techniques to see if the pest control effect is natural and good enough.

……

By the time Song Tan and Qiao Qiao finished tidying up the vegetable garden, the setting sun was already reflecting an orange-red glow over the mountainside.

Returning home, Zhang Yanping was indeed still half-lying on the reclining chair.

The afternoon sun was warm and cozy. He lay there, having dug out a straw hat from somewhere to cover his face, while three puppies crawled back and forth on him, whimpering, and from time to time, their fuzzy little heads would nudge him—it was warm and cute, and the scene was incredibly heartwarming.

However, this could not change the fact that everyone was busy while he was idle.

But Song Tan was not in a hurry at all.

This cousin of hers is a true foodie, and his temper is stubborn; forcing him to do anything is the worst strategy.

But if it's linked to food...

Tsk! Tonight, she'll make him cry and beg to go down to the fields!

Song Tan looked at the seeds that had been soaked in advance to germinate, and applied a little spiritual energy; the buds of those seeds became even fuller and more swollen, and she scooped the seeds out.

"Let's go, Qiao Qiao, we can rest after finishing the planting."

Qiao Qiao looked at the three puppies with reluctance: "Sister, can we take the puppies with us?"

"No." Song Tan shook her head: "They are too small, and they'll get dirty and affect the work. Sister will stay with you; let's move quickly, and you can come back to play with the puppies in a while."

Qiao Qiao gave a disappointed "Oh," and then his attention was diverted: "When I come back, I want to give the puppies names!"

"Fine, you name them. Once you've named them, I'll make some dog tags for them to wear."

Qiao Qiao was indeed excited: "I want to wear one too!"

Song Tan couldn't help but laugh—sure enough, Mama Pig has fallen out of favor, and now it's the puppies' turn.

But on second thought, Qiao Qiao goes out often now, so it's time to engrave a tag with contact information.

She agreed:

"Fine, you work hard in the fields, and today's afternoon wages will be enough to make four tags."

Zhang Yanping was resting with his eyes closed, and hearing this, he truly couldn't bear it anymore.

"Tan Tan, look at how hard Qiao Qiao is working, sweating all over; how much are you paying him?"

And using dog tags to trick the money back? This is the essence of a capitalist!

However, before Song Tan could answer, Qiao Qiao had already proudly puffed out his chest: "Fifty!"

Fifty?!

Zhang Yanping couldn't hold it together.

He never thought that one day, fifty yuan could have such a big effect!

Digging and breaking up the soil in that vegetable garden, huffing and puffing—one could tell how strenuous it was just by looking at the mud on Qiao Qiao's rain boots.

And this little kid was still happy about it!

Looking at Qiao Qiao's proud expression again, he sighed helplessly: "Fine, I guess I was the villain, one willing to pay and one willing to be paid—Qiao Qiao, work hard!"

Qiao Qiao nodded solemnly: "Brother, don't be anxious, I'll have money once I finish sowing, and I'll buy you bubble gum."

Zhang Yanping:... I thank you for your bubble gum!

…

Sowing bok choy is not difficult; there's no need to even open ridges, just scatter them, and then use a hoe to cover them with a little soil, and that's it.

In the large vegetable garden, the siblings finished everything in less than half an hour.

Just at this time, Song Sancheng carried the pig feed bucket up the mountain again, and the people picking tea on the mountain also came down one after another.

Wu Lan walked at the very front, her spirit exceptionally high—

How could it not be high?

As long as she thinks of the current price of this tea, she feels like she isn't picking tea leaves, but picking up money!

Picking up money! Is there anyone who feels tired when picking up money?

She only feels that she picks up too little.

Look, she was angered by that frustrating old man at noon, which delayed some time; others picked five jin, but she only had four and a half.

But fortunately, no matter who picked it, it all belongs to the family in the end. After simply keeping the accounts, she skillfully rolled up her sleeves: "What are we eating tonight?"

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