Song Tan didn't know that Zhang Yanping had delayed her in finding a senior teacher, and was currently wielding a hoe in the peach grove, making a long series of seedling pits.
It can be seen that the group of working men around them are under great pressure.
One thing to say, growing watermelons is not a tiring job, and everyone is really not lazy. Dig a hole in the front, plant seedlings in the back, and bury the soil in the back.
Assembly line operation, cooperation is very tacit.
But since Song Tan came, oh my, the progress has made it seem like they are just working as foreigners to earn a living.
For a time, everyone was too embarrassed to say anything more and could only move forward.
Song Sancheng and Song Youde endured it for a while, but couldn't bear it anymore:
"Tantan, stop digging, go home and help your cousin, the sun will make you tan easily."
Just kidding, it’s only around seven o’clock and the sun has just risen! Besides, she's not afraid of the sun either.
"Dad, don't I want to seize the time to plant all these watermelon seedlings first? They won't be good if they are exposed to the sun."
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Growing watermelons in peach trees is actually a bit inconvenient.
In order to be able to pick the fruit, this peach tree has branches that are spread out. In fact, when working, you need to bend down and lower your head all the time, which is quite tiring. The hoe must be careful not to disturb the peach tree, it is a delicate job.
"It's okay." Song Sancheng pointed to the watermelon seedlings that were brought over to her: "This seedling seller is a kind man. You see, there is still soil underneath the seedlings, and they are all packed in shoe boxes. The temperature isn’t too high now, so don’t worry.”
Watermelon, it’s a good life.
In the early years, when pigs were fed at home, melon seeds would often sprout in the pig manure pile.
Song Tan was not worried about the survival rate at all. She just wanted to come and help, but Song Sancheng whispered to her:
"Look at you, you have so much strength and you work so fast, who can keep up? If you come here to work, everyone will stop talking."
Is there any working atmosphere here? They are not rushing to harvest the rice before it rains, they are also racing against time.
Song Tan:......
If his father's words were heard by capitalists, it would be written with rejection in every hair.
but……
Now the capitalist is her father's daughter.
Song Tan sighed and then put away the hoe:
"Then I'll go home and contact the client."
What kind of customers? She couldn't sell them door-to-door. After walking around the yard twice, she couldn't help but take down the box from the utility shed again.
When I opened it, there was not a single bumblebee inside, only traces of their nests were left, but...
"Qiaoqiao, please move your big bear to a new home. This box is too small. I think it doesn't even want to have babies."
She had checked everything and found that a normal bumble bee queen could give birth to seventy or eighty babies, but this little fat one could only give birth to twenty babies in total.
Although she didn't expect that this group of people who could eat and drink could save her some honey, but if the environment was limited, it would not be good to forcefully change her nature.
Qiaoqiao was still practicing catching loaches, and now he blinked in confusion: "Where should I move to? Should I take the big bear back and tell it?"
The place where Big Bear ate today was a wild peach tree, right by the pond. Every year it produced green peaches the size of quail eggs. All of them spoiled before they could be eaten, but they bloomed beautifully.
In contrast, the peach groves on the mountain were planted a little late, so their flowering is half a beat too late.
Song Tan waved his hand: "I'll just go. I'll find a wooden box later and place it not far from our bee area. The big bear has a good temper and won't fight with them."
He is really good-tempered and doesn't get pricked no matter how much he touches him.
And if it were to fight, I don't know whether it would be more hurt by its body weight or the opponent's ability to fly flexibly.
Qiao Qiao has not yet started raising bees, but since Big Bear has such a good temper, he must be fine, so he nodded and listened to his sister obediently.
My sister's methods were more brutal.
Song Tan dug out an empty wooden box from the room and cut a few holes in it. The treatment was far inferior to the professional beehives for bees.
It can be seen that the standard of living of those who eat free rice is second-rate.
Carrying the box in one hand, she came to the pond. The little finger's spiritual energy circled around, and after a while, she saw a black and yellow furry stumbling down from the top of the peach tree, and then pulled her little finger with its long legs without hesitation.
Carrying this chubby body with its small wings was particularly difficult, and the yellow-black furry body behind it was covered with yellow pollen.
If you look carefully, you will see that there are pollen baskets on the big bear's legs.
Not only the big bear, but also other bumblebees around him slowly came around, but they seemed to be more stupid and did not dare to come directly.
Song Tan picked up the box and said, "Come on, let's go in and smell your new home." It was like training a dog.
In fact, she can only coax dogs.
A touch of spiritual energy dissipated in the box, and the big bear flapped its wings and crashed into it.
Although he barely crashed into the hole without being embarrassed, Song Tan clearly heard a "bang" sound after flying in.
She sighed.
Is Big Bear working hard? Work hard!
I go out early in the morning, and when it gets dark, I feel like working sixteen or seventeen hours a day. But all year round, I can't save even one ounce of honey, just like today's social animals. It's really pitiful.
Dozens of bumblebees rushed in, making a buzzing sound, obviously very happy.
Song Tan carried the box again and placed them in the back hill not far from the bee hive.
I'm afraid she was the only one who came to this rough breeding method relying on her spiritual energy.
"Stay well in your new home and don't fight the bees, you hear me? People can make money, but you can't. You have to rely on them to support you."
After thinking about it, I realized that these bees were really working hard, so I gave a little bit of spiritual energy to each beehive, causing the bees to buzz louder and louder.
The next moment, there was a loud cry coming from the bushes, and Dabai's little yellow hat head came out again, with two beady eyes staring here vigilantly.
Then came the king, who also walked over quietly.
Song Tan grabbed Dabai's neck, picked it up and shook it: "You're the one who wants to cum."
Then he put it down and gave it a little spiritual energy: "Remember, this beehive is also ours, so protect it."
As for the king...you can touch its head without bending down. It's soft and chubby. Don't look at the leftovers at home during this period, but its fur is so smooth and oily that even Song Tan couldn't bear to touch it twice. .
"Your Majesty, are you bored here all the time? It's okay to go back. Let's change posts with Dabao and the others."
The king instantly groaned from his throat. At this moment, he raised his body slightly and placed his two front paws heavily on Song Tan's shoulders. He pressed his big head against her face desperately.
"Woooooooo..."
You can turn on a small stove here every day, so it doesn’t have to change its guard, don’t change its guard!
