MTL - Song Tan Jishi-Chapter 14 sowing milk vetch

  Chapter 14 14. Sowing milk vetch

  The machines roared in the fields, and the villagers chatted while working. There were more and more wild grasses and wild trees piled up on the ridges of the fields. The brown soil that had not been plowed for a long time was exposed to the bright morning sun with a moist atmosphere.

  The mountain village showed a long-lost excitement.

  Wang Lifen opened the utility room in the corner of the yard that had not been opened for a long time. It was a mud room built decades ago.

  She had just given birth to her daughter that year, and Song Youde and his brothers worked together to make yellow mud, cut straw, threw out bricks, and slowly built the house.

   In the beginning, this was their main house.

   Later, when the children grew up, the brick house was built, and this room became a storage room for grain and grain... After the farm was stopped, it became a utility room.

  Jojo ran over: "Grandma! Grandma!"

  Wang Lifen just dug out a few sets of burdens from inside, and heard the words in response: "Qiao Qiao!"

   Not long after, Qiao Qiao poked his trimmed round head in: "Grandma, sister said that she would take me to farm later, and asked me to borrow a small basket."

   was quickly attracted by the load piled on the ground: "Grandma, what is this?"

  Wang Lifen brought him a small basket with a smile, thought for a while, and pulled a piece of plastic rope, folded it several times and tied it around his waist: "We, Qiao Qiao, can farm now!"

  Song Qiao proudly puffed out her chest.

  But still persistently asked: "Grandma, one, two, three... seven, eight, eight... What are you doing with this?"

   "This one, this one is for the hen to hatch her chicks."

   Qiao Qiao's eyes lit up: "I want to hatch too!"

  Wang Lifen: ...that's why she didn't want to answer immediately. The kid has one problem after another, too many.

   Fortunately, children like to play with older children. When Song Qiao was three years old, Song Tan was eight years old, and Song Qiao was eighteen years old...he still felt that he was three years old.

   You should find older children to play with.

  Wang Lifen grasped his thoughts and asked at this moment:

   "Then are you going to farm with your sister, or come back and hatch chicks with your grandma?"

  This kind of question is really a bit difficult for Song Qiao.

  He struggled for a while, and finally looked in the direction of home: "I'm going to farm with my sister."

  Reluctantly before leaving: "Grandma, you discuss with the hen, don't hatch too fast, wait for me to come back together..."

When the torturers finally went away, Wang Lifen dug out four baskets and put them in the warehouse, with a thick layer of hay under them, counted 20 or 30 kinds of eggs in each basket and put them in, and then went to the chicken coop Li caught all four hens in—

  This country chicken has a thin body and long legs, and it hurts to scratch. Usually it is not easy to catch.

  Like today’s meaty broiler chicken, it is lazy. After chasing it for two steps, it is too lazy to run, so it simply sits down, but whether it is laying eggs or eating, it is not comparable to native chickens, only in efficiency.

  In order to catch them, Wang Lifen deliberately did not open the door of the chicken coop early in the morning, and there was a rattling noise inside.

  Put the four hens into the carrying basket with large holes one by one, and buckle another basket upside down on the top, and fasten it tightly. After a few days of persistence, the hens will start to prepare to hatch chicks.

   Just wait like this for twenty or thirty days, and the chick should break its shell.

  It happened to be late March at that time, and the weather was warm. Everything was growing, and it was also a good time for chicks to grow.

  …

  After two days of clearing, the oak trees in the back mountain have been cleaned up enough, and of the seven fields, only the outermost two are left today.

  Song Tan saw that the weather was about the same, so he pulled Song Qiao to plan to sow the seeds of zi vetch.

  Ulan still hesitated: "It's still very cold in the morning and night..."

  The temperature difference is too big, it is easy to freeze the shoots to death, at least you should wait another half a month.

  Song Tan thought: I also know. But I didn't pay attention to the first time I induced the aura two days ago, and this kind of seed almost germinated directly.

   Alas, it is also her lack of experience in planting in this world, and she has no idea how precious aura is to the plants here.

   Delay for another two days, or the activity of the seeds will be exhausted in advance, or just watch them pile up and germinate directly.

  So she could only act her own way: "Mom, this zi vetch is not rice, how can it be so delicate? It will definitely live."

   Reach out and say hello: "Qiao Qiao, are the seeds ready? Let's go to the field after packing."

   No matter what season or what season Song Qiao germinates, the frame at his waist is full of milk vetch seeds mixed with sand, which weighs almost ten catties.

  The seeds of milk vetch are flat and small. Even if they are mixed with sand, they are not mixed in much. Ten catties are almost enough for two acres of land. To Song Qiao, it is more like playing.

  He looks beaming and expectant:

   "Sister, I'm here to farm today!"

   "Be good, Qiao Qiao, my sister already knows that you can plant!"

  The siblings went out like two heartless fools.

  Ulan: …

  …

  Standing on the ground, the smell of the soil came to the face, the plowed soil clods were turned over, and weeds with white roots that had sprouted inside could be seen.

  Song Tan has eaten the food from his hometown for several days. Although it is much better than that in the city, Ulan's craftsmanship is also worth mentioning. But as she progressed in her qi refining period, the impurities in her mouth became more and more unbearable...

  Eat it every day, after a night of practice, you have to go to the smelly toilet the next day...

well.

  In short, it has absolutely nothing to do with cultivators eating wind and drinking dew, and using glass to purify their bodies.

  Thinking of this, Song Tan also became anxious.

  The two big bags of seeds in my hand are also eager to germinate, and I can feel their throbbing vitality through the bags.

  Song Tan didn't hesitate any longer, grabbed a handful and waved his hands. One after another, the soaked wet seeds silently fell on the soil, and soon merged with the brown soil, making it difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.

  The exuberant vitality erupted from the unnoticed surface, and the neglected seeds began to bloom from the inside to the outside.

  Just waiting for a moist morning dew and proper sunlight, they can grow wantonly and vigorously without covering the soil.

  The exuberant vitality made people very peaceful, Song Tan looked down at them, and decided to wait for all the seeds to be planted, and take advantage of the warm day, to quietly attract more water vapor to press them into the soil.

  A month later, large areas of purple flowers will bloom here.

  The first step for her to recover the cost is to start with these milk vetches.

  Holding the belief of returning the seeds, Song Tan finished sowing the field in a short time, and was about to change another field, but saw Qiao Qiao still squatting on the ridge of the field, carefully looking at the seeds.

   "Jojo, what are you doing?"

  But Qiao Qiao said solemnly: "Sister, you can't do that kind of planting at all. You have to dig a hole, put two seeds, and then cover it with soil."

  Song Tan was taken aback for a moment, and then realized—isn't this the way to grow corn?

   Cooperating with Qiao Qiao will only grow corn!

   Come and farm together!

  (end of this chapter)