Song Tan Jishi

  There is a plan for next year, but this year, at this very moment, old man Li is in the vast rice field with the same blank eyes.

   Just... what's going on? Are the rice harvesters so clean now?

  In the entire rice field, he didn't even pick out a whole ear of rice!

   It’s not that I didn’t get nothing, there was a rice ear buried under the straw, and there were three rice grains on it—it was so shabby!

  He has been farming for so many years, and he has never heard of a year when the rice fields can be as clean as this!

Old man Li couldn't be reconciled, so he simply called the old scalper over, picked up the paddy field, and collected the scattered rice to look at it again... Finally, he simply let the old scalper take him, and walked slowly towards Song Tan's house .

  Song Tan’s family was preparing to take the rice back to the warehouse. Seeing Old Man Li coming with a big yellow ox, he couldn’t help being a little surprised:

   "Grandpa Li, why are you here when you are free?"

   "There is still this straw, why is it so hard for us rhubarb? Go back and ride a small tricycle to pull it."

   "It's not hard work." Old man Li didn't care: the straw was piled aside for threshing. It didn't take much effort, but it was hard to avoid sweating.

   Besides, he didn’t come here just to deliver straws:

   "Tan Tan, give me two bundles of straw, I'll soak it in salt water and feed it to the old man."

   "Okay!" It was just straw, Song Tan was extraordinarily generous: "You can eat as much as you want."

  Old man Li laughed: "That can't be done, it's not nutritious, just look at it and I like it, let's treat it as a snack."

  Then turn to the topic:

   "Tan Tan, don't you want to plant another crop of rice? Has it been bred here?"

   "I'm working on it!"

  There is still snow on their side in winter, and the time for planting two crops of rice is relatively fast, so we must grasp it well.

  Old man Li thought for a while: "Then why don't you find time in the field for me to burn the rice stubble?"

  When the rice is cut, there is still a part of the distance to take root in the soil. The locals call it rice stubble.

   It looks inconspicuous, but old farmers who have been farming for many years have experience. As long as the roots of the straw are pushed aside, it must be densely packed with insect eggs.

   He hasn't seen Song Tan, but it's probably the same.

  Song Tan was stunned: "Are you in such a hurry? You don't want any ears of rice in the field?"

  She remembered that old man Li was looking forward to it at the beginning!

   "What ears of rice!"

  Old man Li was furious: "Turn it over and over again, and I found three grains of millet in total. The rice harvesting in our village has never been so clean!"

  Song Tan: …

   Looking up again, old man Li also saw the place where the rice was drying in Song Tan’s yard, and a big fishing net was set up on it in a weird way, surrounding all directions—

   "You..." He was also a little surprised: "You still have such a solid fence in your own yard, are you afraid of being stolen?"

   he joked.

  As soon as the voice fell, the densely packed group of birds around was another burst of anxious jumping and chirping...

   Good guy!

  Old man Li finally came to his senses: "I said why the field is so clean, it must be because the birds ate it last night and tasted it! If I had known, I would have picked it up yesterday."

  Song Tan was also helpless—who would have thought of this?

  It’s just a few ears of rice, if you can’t pick it up, you won’t be able to pick it up. Anyway, their family promised that Old Man Li’s things will not be missing.

   But the matter of burning the straw in the field...

   "Don't worry about burning, Grandpa Li. The village doesn't call it air pollution now. It says there is satellite monitoring. I have to ask later."

   "What air pollution?"

  Old man Li didn't take it seriously: "Tossing nonsense! If the straw doesn't burn, how many insect eggs are in it, what kind of rice will you grow again in the second half of the year? Next year you will have to work **** this field!"

  Old man Li said this directly, but there is really no problem.

  There are many insect eggs accumulated at the root of the straw. If it is not burned, after plowing and digging the soil, the number of insect pests will suddenly increase in the next year or the next crop.

  Furthermore, in some areas, crushing straw is also used to increase nutrition in the field, but crushing also requires costs. Second, if the crushing is not thorough, it is easy to affect the soil quality and further increase the cost.

  Nowadays it takes only a few hundred dollars to grow an acre of grain?

  Because of this, I don’t know how much income will be lost, and there are also reasons for this part, which leads to more and more people abandoning the wasteland now...

  In short, these are all the branch secretary Xiao Zhu rambled about.

   What old man Li said is indeed the current situation, but the party secretary Xiao Zhu is an exceptionally qualified village cadre, and he told him early:

   "It needs to be reported. There is a new policy this year saying that after the report is made, the straw in the field can be burned."

   "That's right!"

  Old man Li, who was muttering just now, quickly changed his face again: "I said the government can't cheat people—we don't burn all the straw, but just burn the short stubble in the field. Air pollution is not air pollution."

   "The weather is good these two days, if you can trust me, I will take the opportunity to burn it."

   Is there any belief in this?

  Song Tan couldn't laugh or cry:

   "Okay, I'll tell the branch secretary Xiao Zhu, and we can arrange it ourselves."

   After burning, wait for a few days, then plow, carefully plow... water...

  After all the treatments are done, her new seedlings will almost grow, and it will be the second crop of rice by then.

  However, to put it that way, old man Li is old after all, and the old scalper is not young, so everyone simply took back all the straw and piled it into a haystack, and then went to the rice field to help.

  As for the rice, it’s evening now, and it’s almost dry, so let’s shell it tomorrow.

  …

  However, the next day, when Ulan opened the door of the warehouse, she was surprised to find that there was a hole in the sack!

  Rice is scattered everywhere.

  Although it seems that the total number is not much less, this behavior is especially hateful!

   Taking a closer look, there was a hole in the screen window at some point—

   "There are mice in our house?!"

   She cried out angrily.

"How can it be?"

  Song Tan absolutely disagrees.

  Whether there are mice around here, she checked on the first day of moving—the house just built, the mice have not had time to come over, how can it be so fast?

   But this little thief was careless, even if she didn't use any means, she could still follow her all the way to the back mountain by following her aura.

  A hole as small as the screen window is definitely not a chicken raised by the family, and it is definitely not a bird... Birds will not leave so many marks on the ground along the way.

  That's only...

  Song Tan raised his head and looked at the little things poking around in the woods behind the mountain.

"OK!"

   Song Sancheng, who followed him, was also very angry: "What are you talking about as thieves? So it's these squirrels!"

   "I just see that they are useless, they don't look good and they don't like food, and they are still ruining our food!"

   "Your mother and I weighed it just now when we took it to shell it, and it lost a catty or two!"

   Good guy!

  Song Tan also looked up at the treetops: This thing has a lot of appetite!

   If you don’t teach me a lesson, will you be a habitual offender in the future? !

  Good night my Phalaenopsis Chanel.