Chapter 864: The Migrant Workers' Feast

The migrant worker Little Bear soon took his children for a free ride to the greenhouse.

Although the sun was good today, the wind was strong and chilly, so the roof was only partially opened. Now that it was time for pollination, Song Tan was afraid it would be too cold and affect the bumblebees' movements, so she also came over to help close it.

And the "free ride" passengers Qiaoqiao and Grandma Tang stretched out their hands: "We're here, we're here, hurry up and get to work!"

Actually, there was no need for Qiaoqiao to give orders; the bumblebees were already buzzing happily—

In essence, they were still model workers, able to work 12 hours a day without rest. It's just that their appetites were too big; they earned pollen in the fields to take back to eat, and not a single bit was left over.

Plus, Little Bear, the leader, wasn't really up to the task, which made them seem lazy.

Now that they had entered the greenhouse, there was instantly a "buzzing" sound; there was no need to communicate to know they were extremely happy.

The greenhouse had been set up for a month, and inside, it was a vibrant green, unlike the desolate winter outside. The cucumber vines had already climbed a long distance on the bamboo poles, and the furry little tomato vines had also begun to bloom.

For the bumblebees, this was simply a feast!

Their perception was much sharper than human eyes; although their vision was average, they were small enough to drill through. Those tiny flowers hidden under layers of leaves wouldn't be missed!

And at this moment, the barrage of comments that no one was paying attention to became ruthless:

I looked at Professor Song: "The bystander sees clearly; Professor Song, you come and judge."

The bumblebees were working diligently, but Song Tan was still rummaging around in the shed:

【Modest, modest, 20 square meters of sunroom garden, plenty of flower-raising experience...】

Professor Song put away his phone and looked at Zhang Yanping with serious, insulting, and sincere eyes. After looking for just a moment, he quickly turned his gaze to Xin Jun's face, his expression visibly relaxing.

However, thinking about it again, the Old Song family had a bit of metaphysics in growing things. If it weren't for the fact that he had gone back to school for the past two months to see their sparse experimental fields, he would have probably gotten used to this vigorous vitality by now.

"Yeah..." So Song Tan was worried: "Where should these 100-plus plants be moved to?"

The strawberry field in front of her was ridged just right, and the soil had been adjusted with various base fertilizers before, plus the spiritual energy in the enclosed space...

"You planted too many of these?!"

Tang Ji curiously lifted the layers of leaves, then stared wide-eyed at the tiny flowers blooming underneath.

Zhang Yanping came back to his senses and directly grabbed Xin Jun by the neck, shaking him until his head was dizzy: "Good guy, is that something you teachers can say?! Where exactly am I ugly, tell me!"

As for Little Bear? Little Bear found a place with the most flowers and started picking them one by one.

【Want to raise my hand, but I also have a strawberry greenhouse at home, feeling guilty and shrinking back right now.】

【Move them to my place! Move them to my place!!!】

Moreover, these flowers were very considerate of lazy bees; they were often in clusters of seven, eight, or nine, and after picking one, they could pick the next without flapping their little wings much...

Tang Ji Liang opened his eyes wide in confusion, his expression sincere: "I don't know."

Now, the strawberry leaves were so lush that they covered the soil underneath completely, and the clusters of yellow-centered little white flowers were swaying and trembling under the heavy physical impact of the bumblebees...

Grandma Tang, who had been married to Professor Song for decades but didn't understand agricultural knowledge, widened her eyes.

Professor Song paused and suddenly stood up: "That... Tang Ji has something to find me for, I'm going out for a trip."

Zhang Yanping was huddled in the warm room, looking at the barrage, and couldn't help but touch his face again: "Tell me, where am I lacking? Why is everything at home better than me in the livestream? They haven't even grown mouths and can't talk yet."

No need to think, one knows that when the harvest comes, it will surely be a magnificent sight.

【The ones in front, tell me first how many times a year you update the plants in your flower pots?】

Zhang Yanping's tiger eyes widened: "You!"

【Hey, hey, hey! Is anyone paying attention to Little Bear? Where did Little Bear fly to?】

As soon as he came in, he said "Whoa": "This greenhouse is managed well!"

Buzz, buzz, buzz! Simply divine flowers!

After saying that, he carried his down jacket and went out.

And on that side, Professor Song hurriedly fled the battlefield, crossed the brand-new asphalt road, and arrived at the greenhouse in the field.

【Want to say something, but no one is looking at the barrage, saying it is useless... I'd better dream for myself first, it's more realistic.】

When in doubt, ask an expert—Song Tan made a phone call, preparing to shake Professor Song.

The little thing knows how to hide! Just looking at the flower buds on the vines, I thought it would take another two days.

"Yanping... one cannot just look at the appearance. Pan Yue was praised by everyone, but everyone knows his character is bad. Zuo Taichong was extremely ugly in the world, but everyone knows he is the poet with the highest achievements in the Western Jin Dynasty..."

Humidity, temperature, light... all can be felt. Even if you can't feel it, just looking at the lush greenery inside, you can understand.

Especially since they are short, although the stems are thin and weak, they are supported by layers of leaves underneath. When the bumblebees' huge bodies land on them, there is no need to worry about the whole flower being pulled down!

Xin Jun was holding his laptop preparing lessons, and without looking up, he said: "You look like that, everyone watching your livestream probably feels like they've joined a gang online, it's not very safe."

Under the nearest tomato vines, a group had already buzzed in, communicating with each other, working hard. Not long after, a small pollen basket was visibly carried on their hind legs,

【Me, me, me! Raise my hands high, I can grow strawberries!】

"Grandma Tang, do you think these strawberries are planted too densely? At that time, 100 more were sent over, and I thought squeezing them would be fine, but now these plants are growing too big..."

Picking pollen from such flowers is much more convenient than cucumbers and tomatoes!

【No need to ask, such a small amount of strawberries will definitely not be sold. If it's not for sale, can I grow them myself? Begging the streamer to look at me.】

He put down the curtain and walked directly toward the deepest part of the strawberry field: "Let me see, actually, 100-plus plants scattered in these two fen of land don't show at all—hiss!"

Unlike the tender yellow color when cucumbers and tomatoes bloom, strawberry flowers are much more delicate and cute. They bloom in clusters amidst the lush, oily green leaves, with white, delicate petals and tender yellow, furry stamens, forming the common five-petal flower shape in nature.

Ah, this.

And another group of bumblebees went straight to today's protagonist—strawberry flowers!

The little wings no longer have to bear the unbearable weight of life; it works very energetically! In just this short while, the yellow pollen basket on its hind legs is already quite a big lump.

And Qiaoqiao also leaned over, opening his mouth wide in surprise: "Sister! They are growing so hard!"

Even if she didn't understand anything, whether these strawberries were growing well or not was something she could tell at a glance! ===== CHAPTER 865 =====