Her Cultivation Diary-Chapter 104 - : 104. Plowing the land_1
Chapter 104: 104. Plowing the land_1
The phone in Song Tan’s pocket emitted a “beep,” but she was busy herding a group of chicks and ducklings into the field, paying it no heed.
The bees werevered all over with fluffy pollen, and at the moment the fields buzzed with their activity, especially noisy.
The chubby bumblebee, struggling to flap its wings,uld only barely maintain a low-level flight before heavily tumbling onto a Milk Vetch bloom.
For half a day, it didn’t even stick its head inside the flower but almost dragged the delicate stem along, tilting to the side. Its wings trembled in panic, appearing particularly clumsy and pitiful.
Song Tanuldn’t help but laugh out loud, then pulled up a nearby fence and drove the chickens and ducks to an adjacent field that had already been stripped of its pollen.
It was early April, and without her interference, little grasshoppers and green worms of all kinds came out, attracted by the Spiritual Energy, their flesh tender and juicy.
So much so that the chicks and ducklings almost sprinted with their little wings flapping, then dived headfirst into the field!
To them, howuld this be a field? It was clearly a granary!
Theyuld not only eat the grass leaves rich in Spiritual Energy but also the tender little insects that hadnsumed the leaves. From afar, Big White’s loud, honking “ga ga ga”uld be heard on the other side, clearly delighted to plunge into the pond again.
The drative little fountains that she had bought were rather weak, and Song Tan had infused them with plenty of Spiritual Energy to ensure their quick growth, making the surrounding water grass particularly lush.
Regrettably, there had always been plenty of carps and grass carps in the pond, which were now thrashing around at the bottom and had inadvertently nibbled the nearby water grass down a notch.
Big White lazedmfortably on the water’s surface, occasionally snatching up duckweeds and eating them haphazardly, which enhanced this idyllic pastoral leisure even more.
But it was clear that only the animals were enjoying the leisure.
Take Song Tan, for instance, who had just finished laboring in the mountains and had only then taken up this task.
Even Qiaoqiao wasn’t idle, with his honey extraction bucket and tools in tow, pulling Zhang Yanping with him up the mountain.
That’s right, Brother Yanping, who stubbornly resisted labor reform, had through activeoperation (securing an excellent deal by purchasing five-year-old Eagle Beak Peach saplings for eighty yuan) successfully escaped the hard labor of working in the mountains and fields, now just needing to assist Qiaoqiao.
This left him overjoyed and overwhelmingly grateful. Even holding the heavy bucket made him feel as if he had wind under his feet.
The tiller roared, drawing nearer, and the uncle sitting on the machine asked with a smile:
“Song Tan, I’ll rough plow these remaining plots for you today, and fine plow each one tomorrow. Does that sound okay to you?”
Yes, from tomorrow onward, they would no longer sell Milk Vetch.
Simply because the fieldsuld no longer keep up with production.
On the one hand, the Milk Vetch was old and tender ones that were edible were hard tome by.
On the other hand, a buyer who came from thousands of miles away to purchase two thousand kilograms at a time, had emptied the fields.
Seeing that it was time for Qingming Festival, a prime season for planting, when else to plow if not now?
“Sure, Uncle. You arrange as you see fit. When you’re done with this side, there are a few plots at the foot of the back hill that will need your help as well,” she replied.
“Alright!”
As fellow villagers, everyone was keenly aware of the importance of timing in agriculture; he didn’t dare to drag his feet on this matter, lest his reputation suffer.
After all, planting melons and beans around the Qingming Festival was serious business.
Moreover, this season he’d earned quite a bit by plowing for Song Tan, so he was feeling particularlyntent, putting more effort into the depth of the plowing.
And Song Tan surrounded the chickens and ducks, not minding the bees still struggling on one side, and walked directly with the basket to the two fields on the outer edge, green and full of life.
Old Li was quite embarrassed, “Tantan, you said you were going to till the land. Didn’t you tell me earlier? Iuld have called the ox to plow the fields!”
“Why spend money on hiring machinery? It’s so expensive!”
He remembered the grain and oil Song Tan had sent over and felt even more umfortable.
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Song Tan, however, smiled:
“Grandpa, the ox is old. Howuld I bear to make it do hard work?”
Old Li laughed, “Take it slow, it won’t get tired if you don’t rush the work. Besides, look at it now, sleek and shiny. It hasn’t looked this spirited in many years.”
That was true.
Song Tan thought, this ox, after stuffing itself with rough feed at home,uldn’t wait tome to the field to munch on Milk Vetch. It had been feasting on Milk Vetch for auple of months now… Howuld its health not improve?
If Milk Vetchuld be the main feed and not just a supplement, she reckoned the ox would want to sleep in the fields.
As she pondered, she reached out to stroke the ox’s ear. The animal snorted, and its wet, glistening eyes looked over before rubbing its head against her hand.
Song Tan smiled, “Still, Grandpa Li, you can’t stay idle either. Spend the nextuple of days sharpening that plow, because after this machine has plowed these two fields, we’ll be planting rice. When the water is let in, we’ll need you to bring the old ox to till.”
Old Li wasn’t afraid of the work; he was afraid of having nothing to do. Hearing this, his spirits lifted:
“Ofurse! No matter how good that machine is,uld it be better than my old ox in these small fields?”
“Don’t worry, I’ve been growing rice all my life. I’ll make sure everything is taken care of down to the last detail!”
Seeing Song Tan take out a sickle from the basket, he asked, “Are you planning to cut some more to feed the pigs?”
“Exactly,” Song Tan smiled. “I’ll feed it to the pigs after chopping it up, and then feed it to the chickens and ducks. Otherwise, if the field is turned over this afternoon, it’ll be a waste to just bury it in the soil.”
If it weren’t for the ample spiritual energy and aquatic plants by the pond, she would have to chop more to feed the grass carp!
Old Li looked over, “That Milk Vetch is just a span long, why bother with a sickle? You can just pull it out by hand.”
He hurried along the ridge, “I’ll go back and fetch a carrying pole then. I want to prepare more for my ox, dry it, and store it as fodder.”
What’s the big deal, with all this Milk Vetch on the ground, is there a shortage for the ox to eat?
As soon as Old Li left, Song Tan looked at the brilliant intertwining of purple and green on the ground, and the silent, honest old ox beside her, and sighed deeply at her initial ambitions of live-streaming and selling goods.
She had been thinking of picking up the advanced technology long lost for a hundred years and bming a vlogger with a million followers!
But human calculations can’t outpace big data analytics, and people just weren’t interested in this kind of stuff!
But having bought themputer, sheuldn’t just let it sit there. Emmerce would have to start sooner or later… for now, she would just casually shoot some videos.
Without a stand to hold her phone, Song Tan propped it up on a cluster of Milk Vetch and leaned it against the ridge. Only then did she see the message from her life-saving benefactor, glanced through it, and casually swiped past.
There wasn’t much to look forward to, was there?
After all, she doubted there was anyone in this world who wouldn’t like her tea leaves!
