I have an ancient god wood space

Chapter 69

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"I said, Brother Nan, do you really want to live here?"

After returning home, Ma Yue was stunned. He didn't expect Chen Jinan to attach so much importance to this batch of dendrobiums that he planned to eat and live here together.

If Ma Yue hadn't stopped him, he would almost have lived in the shed.

"It's okay. I often live in a tent in the wild. It's good that you can shelter from the wind and rain."

Chen Jinan looked indifferent, and took out a large backpack from the trunk, including all daily necessities.

Seeing this, Ma Yue really suspected that he might have premeditated.

But it doesn't matter if there is a place to sleep at home anyway. When the old people on both sides were still young, they occasionally came to live for a few days, so they vacated a room.

No one lives there now, but there are all kinds of beds, just shake and shake and make the bed, and the quilt is all there.

Usually when a guest comes, they are allowed to sleep in this room. When they were young, it was quite a lot, but when they grow up, they feel that it is less.

Maybe they all have their own affairs, unlike when they were little dolls, when the child acted like a baby and stayed today, he stayed.

Now every year when the second uncle and his family come back, they feel like catching fire. They want to leave after eating. Although they are very close with their cousins, they have lost the warmth they had when they were young.

In Ma Yue's view, this feeling is probably not worth the feeling with the mobile phone.

Of course, young dolls are like this now, isn't it the same when I was my age?

Just think about it.

My parents came back that night, and to Chen Jinan, they only introduced that my college classmate was here for a trip. After all, she had to count, but the other party was actually a year younger than me.

Naturally, Brother Nan's status cannot be calculated by age alone.

For Chen Jinan's appearance of being very cultured, his parents were very happy, and they directly prepared a table of dishes at night as a welcome gift.

Ma Wanguo also made an appointment to take him hunting the next day, and Chen Jinan agreed happily.

Originally, he wanted to make an appointment with Ma Yue, but Ma Yue refused. Now that the cooperation with Chou Li has been negotiated, he has to get down to business tomorrow.

No matter how long Chen Jinan lives here, anyway, his plans will not be disrupted...

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When I got up the next morning, Chen Jinan and his father had already left the house, unexpectedly the king also ran away, this guy was just watching the fun anyway.

My mother went to the back field to sort out and plant garlic, and I can eat fresh garlic sprouts in the next spring.

Add some pork belly and stir-fry together, it's delicious!

The last batch of garlic sprouts is ready to eat, but my mother plans to keep the old garlic sprouts for the Chinese New Year. Eating garlic sprouts every year is a family tradition.

Although Ma Yue didn't understand what the meaning was, but it was good enough.

It would be better to go to the town to buy a few sugarcane during the Chinese New Year. The Chinese New Year is getting higher and higher, which means that the coming year will be better and better!

And the point is delicious!

This is a supported industry in the town next door. It specializes in planting fine sugarcane, which grows taller, sweeter and has fewer joints than ordinary sugarcane. I buy a few of them every year.

"How about planting sugar cane?"

Ma Yue muttered as he walked up the mountain.

It seems that it is not impossible, but it is still necessary to build a greenhouse. Sugarcane has a high demand for temperature, and the weather here is too cold. Even if it is irrigated with spiritual water, it is prone to stunting.

After thinking about it, let's forget it first, and how much sugar cane can be planted in a two-acre field greenhouse?
Besides, the price of sugarcane is really not too high, three or four dollars is the sky-high, even if it is different, it is no more than ten or twenty yuan at most, plus the cost of the greenhouse, it is no longer profitable.

It is indeed not as good as ugly pears and home-made Tunisian soft-seeded pomegranates.

After irrigation here, the ripening period of pomegranates is only in these few days. The cold weather in December still does not affect the pomegranates to bear fruit in the cold wind.

When the first batch of pomegranates hit the market, they will definitely occupy an absolute high ground in the Chinese New Year market.

As for the loquat that Jiang Ligui promised, after he saw the pomegranate, he might forget about it completely.

Naturally, what I promised to others will be done. When the first batch of pomegranates come out, I can get loquats in a day. Unlike pomegranates, they are new seedlings and do not need a buffer period.

Just make it hard.

All the way into the pear orchard, I didn't have time to plant the century-old ugly pears in the Shenmu space a few days ago, but just transplanted them in the one-year position to make room for the century-old one.

Now, in a blink of an eye, more than a hundred trees have been accumulated, and Ma Yue is tired enough to move them out next to each other.

Fortunately, the digging holes on the mountain do not need to be dug by ourselves.

Although I thought about letting Zhang Dehai and his son dig a hole before, but later I thought it would be a bit troublesome. I have to get twenty ugly pear trees out every day. The source is a problem that needs to be explained.

Although they won't say anything, they also want to be cautious.

In the end, I thought of a way. Apart from the accident of finding someone to dig the pit, I had another good idea. I bought an automatic digging machine from Wang Quan.

Diesel engine, spiral knife edge, although it is a little heavy for ordinary people, but for Ma Yue, it is only enough to go up the mountain with one hand.

This is very easy, it can be planted at any time, the location on the mountain is wide, and the sound of the machine will not disturb the people, which is very convenient.

With this help, more than 100 pits were easily built in a morning. You can lift the ugly pear and put it down, and cover it with soil, so you don't have to worry about it at all.

The irrigation of the automatic irrigator will focus on taking care of this part of the newly planted ugly pears.

I didn't go home at noon, so I ate some biscuits, Shaqima, and then continued to plant trees until nearly four o'clock after three o'clock, and then I was able to clean up the scene.

Ma Yue was so tired that he wiped off his sweat. It seems that they really can't be piled together in the future. Before that, about twenty trees a day were just right.

More than 100 trees are done by one person, which is indeed a bit too much.

Pick up the machine and go home, there should be something delicious tonight, as expected, when I got home, I saw my father killing sheep.

It seems that today's harvest is not small!

"Dad, I have something good today!"

Ma Yue put down the machine, washed his hands and rolled up his sleeves to help.

Ma Wanguo smiled and threw the goat balls in his hand to the king who was circling around, nunuzui.

"Hey, this dog has become a spirit!"

"Hahaha!"

Ma Yue couldn't help but laugh, compared to other dogs, the king is indeed a master.

"This sheep is not small, is it?"

Leaning closer to Ma Yue, he sighed, at least the clean meat weighed seventy to eighty catties, and most of the mutton sheep sold on the street weighed this weight, but this one was wild.

Running and jumping on the mountain every day can have this weight, which shows that the year is not short, and the king is really powerful.

It feels like this guy is hunting, and he is getting closer and closer to Seven Wolves and the others, although he is still the same sand sculpture as usual.

"Can't you finish eating so much meat? It doesn't seem to fit in the refrigerator."

Ma Yue looked at the pieces of mutton that had been put together, and estimated that the refrigerator might be able to hold it if it was all empty, but last time the village chief slaughtered a pig, he bought half of it himself.

Although part of the bacon sausage was made, all the fresh meat left was still in the refrigerator...

(End of this chapter)