Chapter 688: Ke Er Wu Ci Lang

Entering September, the nighttime temperature seemed to drop in an instant. The temperature difference was even greater than during the Start of Autumn—though that was only because the nighttime temperature finally dropped below 28°C.

For farmers, the seasonal timing never lies.

"It's almost White Dew; shouldn't we hurry up and sow the vegetable seeds?"

Wu Lan asked Professor Song.

After all, she had originally planned to go to town to buy seeds, but Professor Song had said he had them all there... and indeed he did. A couple of days ago, Brother Xiao Zhang had brought over several express delivery boxes, all filled with packets of vegetable seeds.

Early in the morning, Professor Song led his students to pick a basket of tender mugwort leaves—when they were making mugwort sticks before, these mugwort plants had all been cut back, but since no one had managed them during this time, they quickly sprouted new, tender leaves from the stalks.

When Seventh Cousin saw this, his first reaction was: "What? Want to eat mugwort dumplings today?"

Professor Song waved his hands repeatedly: "No, no, it's almost time for autumn sowing, so I'm trying to prepare some fertilizer first. Logically, the tender mugwort leaves in April or May are the best, but we missed that window. I just noticed our mugwort quality is good, so I picked some to see."

Mugwort as fertilizer?

Oh my, Song Sancheng, who had been splashing night soil on the fields since he was a child, had never heard of such a thing. He leaned in to take a look:

Mugwort:... You understand scientific farming, but that way of making money is something you hadn't thought of.

Picking from seven o'clock to one o'clock, two big hours for 50 yuan—the old men and women hate that job the most—oh, forgot, the old men and women in the village were all snatched away by your grandfather.

Mugwort asked in surprise: "What do you need so much pine needle mulch for?"

"For such a large mountain plot, when it comes to maintenance, the cost of fertilizer is actually not worth mentioning."

"Okay." Mugwort nodded: "What about the foot of the mountain? Should we start fine-tilling the foot of the mountain too?"

Professor Song paused, then continued: "The fruit trees at the foot of the mountain don't need it, but the vegetables can't do without it. Let's try a hundred mu or so first."

"The buckets and bottles we ordered last time just arrived; let us organize them first."

"660,000?!" Mugwort was greatly shocked!

Song Sancheng just wanted to nod, but was stopped by Mugwort: "Dad, hire someone for that job. You hurry to town to practice for your driving test."

Professor Song held it in, but couldn't help it, and finally laughed out loud. When Song Sancheng looked over, he put on a serious face again: "By the way, Tan Tan, Tian Ye raked back a lot of pine needle mulch during the holiday, but I see it's still not enough. Find time to get someone to get some more."

"The quality of the calves this year is generally not bad. You can pick more high-quality ones later—by the way, Tan Tan, do you want dairy cows?"

Professor Song laughed: "Composting. Haven't the few large fermentation ponds on the mountain been built? They'll be ready to use in a few more days of sun."

Professor Song nodded: "The fertilizer Old Zhang piled up before is not bad, but he is too frugal and reluctant to add some materials... In fact, what should be added must be added."

"You first find someone to tidy up the river beach a bit more. In two days, the rootstocks of the emperor bamboo grass and sweet elephant grass will be sent over, and we can plant them directly then."

Professor Song took out his notebook: "By the way, you go and order 1,000 kilograms of silver-white plastic mulch in the next two days."

"Okay!" She nodded: "We are taking the green ecological path! That kind of ecological fertilizer is indispensable. You pick as much as you want."

"It will take about two days; you arrange the time well."

Yan Ran laughed from the side: "It's definitely not for buying back to eat meat. This kind of Huaxi bull we bred ourselves grows fast, has fine meat quality, and is especially cold-resistant. Its genes are excellent!"

But thinking about the few treasures at home, Sun Ziruo later wanted them to find partners and have babies, and the asking price was already 20,000...

That meat is made of gold!

"At the end of the month, I'll take you to pick some cattle and sheep. It's a pity there's a new bull king this year, worth 660,000, just auctioned off, didn't get to see it..."

"Right."

Zhang Yanping and Xin Jun looked at each other, feeling a bit weird and awkward... With this social development, how come even cows have to make money like this?

Mugwort nodded repeatedly: "Okay, okay, buy, buy, buy!"

Song Sancheng:... If I didn't pass the driving test, I didn't pass, why speak so loudly?! I just had bad luck and was a bit nervous, it's not that I can't drive!

In short, there are always aunts willing to do it.

After all, God doesn't listen to advice either!

Nowadays, they are working hard on digging the foundation where Mugwort plans to build the new dormitory!

"Later, you get a big shredder, and we'll crush all the branches, leaves, and dead grass piled up from the land reclamation to use."

Mugwort actually doesn't know much about scientific planting, but she has a benefit—

Mugwort thought for a moment and understood: "It's the kind Uncle Zhang knows, right? Using something like Bacillus subtilis, and fermenting with Trichoderma harzianum or something?"

Once the fertilizer is in, he can arrange the planting plan here, and they can sow directly.

But...

He closed the notebook and said nonchalantly: "About 20,000 to 30,000 yuan. Once you order it, just have them deliver it directly."

But that's something that can't be helped.

Anyway, it doesn't need my dad to go. After all, it's been a month, and the two of them have been practicing together every day. As a result, my mom is about to take the third test, but my dad has failed the second test twice...

"Correct! Since that's the case, just give me a list of what's missing, Professor Song, and I'll pull it back directly."

"That little bit is enough for what... Do you want more? I'll go pick a few more baskets for you later."

Song Sancheng, who had just mounted his motorcycle, couldn't hold it in: "660,000 for one cow? How can selling it not be a loss?"

"No rush, no rush." Professor Song has a plan in mind:

Mugwort thought for a moment: "Milking is much more troublesome than feeding cows. If there are too many, you need a lot of supporting personnel and equipment; if there are too few, it won't be on a scale... Forget it."

Comparing it like this, it's not that it can't be understood.

Professor Song nodded: "Go rent a few farm machines and turn the base fertilizer Old Zhang prepared into the soil first. Those are all well-fermented and won't burn the seedlings."

"But you must pick them early in the morning. They must be tender and can't be exposed to the sun. Once exposed to the sun and undergoing photosynthesis, the effect won't be right."

"If it's sold for 660,000, the farm owner will continuously sell its frozen semen, and can sell 500,000 doses in a lifetime... You tell me if 660,000 can break even?"

Professor Song:... You really just want to try the effect in small quantities.

While speaking, he sighed: "It's also because this year's weather is too abnormal, too hot... Otherwise, in previous years, we could have planted cabbage, garlic, and autumn potatoes in August and September..."

Sun Ziruo finished the land reclamation project on the mountain last week, but he has a good relationship with Old Xu and is used to working together, so he seamlessly joined Old Xu's team.

Professor Song nodded: "That's fine. Later, you find someone to turn over the part of the river beach where the excavator can't go. Once the pasture is planted, we'll set off to see the cows."

However, for Professor Song and the others, this only represents—

Must hurry up!

"One mu of land needs ten to fifteen kilograms..." ===== CHAPTER 689 =====