Song Tan Jishi

  Song Tan turned around and went up the back mountain with a **** on his shoulders.

  The mountain is a lively scene.

   There is still a section of the excavator that has not been finished. The young man is working hard with sincerity that is different from Zhang Yanping.

  Zhang Wang’s family divided the weeds and wood into small piles, piled them up with pig manure and soil, and sprinkled various kinds of fermented bacteria into them.

   At the edge of Taoyuan, surrounded by a rather spectacular hill.

   In three more months, this compost will be ready for use.

  Song Sancheng went to the chestnut garden to dry and ventilate the black fungus as usual. The golden cherry seeds planted some time ago have grown vigorously and sprouted leaf buds, unfolding pieces of tender green leaves, full of vitality, which is especially gratifying.

   Among them, Zhang Yanping was the most out of character.

  In order to make himself look less lazy, he took the opportunity to observe fish fry in the pond at the bottom of the mountain.

  The water splashes are too small. In order to prevent them from being eaten by other fish, a pond was specially circled around the two ponds. When they grow up, open the pond to ensure their growth.

  At the moment, he is walking around the pond, making a little estimation of how to build the duck shed, and looking at where the water pump should be placed tomorrow.

  If the peach trees are delivered this afternoon, they will have to be watered tomorrow and the day after tomorrow.

  This mountainous area is not neat and square, and there are inevitably some corners and bumps, which are difficult for excavators to handle.

  Song Tan was leveling the land with a **** and three other uncles who helped, when someone said:

   "Tan Tan, there are a hundred or ten fruit trees in your acre of land. It's such a big area. With just a few of us, we won't be able to plant it all tomorrow."

   "If you are in a hurry, you have to call more people."

  Hurry up, why not hurry up?

  In this season, the peach trees in some places have already bloomed, and they just planted them, so can they not be rushed?

   Song Tan looked at this empty mountain, and felt a little small when he rented it, thinking about expanding the scope in the future.

   But when it comes to real work, the twenty acres seem to be endless!

  She also asked: "Uncle Chestnut, how many people are there?"

  Zhou Chestnut has always been honest, so after looking at it now, he asked her again: "How big is your fruit seedling?"

  Song Tan gestured: "Six centimeters."

  Zhang Yanping is lazy, but he is reliable when it comes to business.

  These five-year-old seedlings can be bought at the price of three-year seedlings on the market, and he has contributed a lot.

  So this labor reform was abandoned halfway, and Song Tan didn't see it.

  Zhou Lili breathed a sigh of relief: "Then this tree is not big. One person has about seventy or eighty trees a day."

   But she has twenty acres!

   Alas, I didn’t say anything, hurry up and shake people.

  Song Tan threw down the hoe, turned around and went to the chestnut garden to call her father.

   Shaking people in the village, her father had to come.

  As soon as she came, her dad knew who was reliable at work and who would only cut corners and fish in troubled waters.

  Secondly, no matter how big her business is, at present she is still a girl who may not be able to farm. Speaking of it, Song Sancheng, who is the head of the family, is naturally not as reliable.

  Song Sancheng was also shocked by this number and grinned:

   "It really takes so many people!"

   These twenty people... There are only thirty households left in their village!

  The only fortunate thing is that this job does not require a lot of strength, and both men and women can do it.

  Song Tan thought for a while: "Twenty people."

   "My uncle Zhang told me to go to his field and bring all the fertilizer over. Before planting trees, we should put a layer of base fertilizer. Someone has to do it."

  It’s past two o’clock now, and they are still cleaning up the mountain, waiting for the fruit trees to arrive at four or five o’clock. Today, they can’t plant them. They will try to finish them in one day tomorrow, and they will water the fixed root water in the evening.

  Can't mobilize the broad masses of the people?

  Song Sancheng thought about it, and couldn't help feeling worried again: "Then I have to find two more people to help your mother cook."

   "Let's do it this way," Song Tan said: "Two people are needed to help cook, one hundred for each person. Twenty for planting trees, one hundred and fifty for each person."

  Song Sancheng thought for a while: "The price is right, but Tan Tan, if we have such a good thing, of course we must first do it with the villagers. I will call all men and women who can work."

   "For the rest, I will call some fellows from other villages."

"OK."

   Finding someone to work, Song Tan is really not as professional as her father: "You arrange it."

  Just as he was about to turn around, he suddenly remembered something—

   "Dad, I think the peach orchard needs to be planted with something to surround it. Otherwise, random people from all directions will get in, and the king will only be one, and he can't get over with six legs."

  Song Sancheng took a deep breath:

   "Hey girl! You can stop and stop, this thing will be discussed in two days, let's plant the peach tree first."

  Song Tan has already turned around happily:

   "I know, I will tell you in advance, think about what to plant."

  She walked around the back mountain twice, and found that there was really nothing else suitable for their local area except Jinyingzi.

So-

   "Brother Yanping, brother Yanping!"

  Zhang Yanping was huddled by the pond playing games, when he heard this voice, he trembled instantly.

   "What's the matter? What's the matter? I'm helping you check the information about this chickpea peach!"

  Timi's voice is so outstanding, Song Tan heard it on the mountain.

  But she didn't tell the truth, she just asked: "Can Jin Yingzi get some more?"

  She pointed to the back mountain: "I plan to use this peach garden to surround it."

  Zhang Yanping smiled bitterly: "Sister, you suddenly want such a big piece, where can I get it for you?"

   "Now all these things are planted without thorns, and you also specially pick the native species with thorns."

  He called Lao Zhou in the flower garden directly.

  Old Zhou is heartbroken!

  The length of almost a kilometer has to be planted, even if every two meters, it will take 500 trees! This money does not necessarily mean how much you earn, the main reason is that you missed such an opportunity!

   How easy it is to cultivate this golden cherry, just cutting it...

  He regretted it too late, but now it was too late for him to take cuttings. People want to grow and grow seedlings, so that they can prevent it.

  He watched the business fly away, and he had to work hard to find the source of goods in order to retain this customer, so he felt so sad.

   Fortunately, as a middleman, there is more or less a little price difference that can be earned.

  Old Zhou told the truth: "You are looking for big seedlings this season, and the price is more expensive than mine."

  Zhang Yanping looked at Song Tan, and Song Tan nodded: "Don't be too anxious, just plant it before the end of May."

  At that time, the weather was not too hot, so the survival rate was high and the growth was fast.

  Hung up the phone, Zhang Yanping also let out a sigh:

   "You just want to build an orchard. Why do chains cost so much money? You can't just grow golden cherry seeds, so you have to build a wire fence?"

That is required.

  Song Tan has already seen the price of chickpea peaches in previous years, and they usually cost around ten yuan a catty, not to mention the ones grown here.

  Where are the peach trees all over the mountains? It is clearly a cash cow!