Song Tan Jishi

   As the saying goes: the first volts the radish and the second volts the vegetables.

  This year, due to the extremely high temperature, sowing missed the solar terms. Now that the beginning of autumn and early summer have passed, Professor Song can't wait to arrange irrigation and planting after the bottom fertilizer on the mountain has been turned into the soil.

  Irrigation is much simpler than Song Tan thought before.

   Under the arrangement of Lao Xu and others, several boreholes drilled were expanded around and built a reservoir.

   Under the design of Professor Song and others, the intermountain drainage is meandering but reasonable.

  The water flows downwards, soaking the land layer by layer. When the yellow soil clods that have been dried by the sun are slowly moistened into brown, the atmosphere of the whole mountain becomes wet.

  It seems to be the smell of earth after a summer rainstorm.

  And if the water that meanders down the road has not had time to absorb it, it will slowly flow into the pond below. Wait until the water outlet is blocked on the mountain, and the whole irrigation process will be effortless.

  Song Tan silently witnessed the whole process, then squatted down, silently stretched his hand into the reservoir and dangled.

  Professor Song thought she was hot, so he took off his straw hat to fan the wind:

   "Once the beginning of autumn is over in previous years, the temperature difference between day and night will immediately appear... If you don't grow vegetables at this time, you really can't make it in time."

   "It's only in the summer that I feel this way, God..."

  He looked deeply at the vast sky, with some worries about being a farmer in his heart.

   But soon, his attention returned to the large fertile soil in front of him.

   "There is no need to deliberately ridge these fields for sowing, they are all scattered randomly. But I told you over there, you have to find someone to ridge and cover the film..."

  Song Tan responded with a "hmmm", while withdrawing his hand casually.

  The water flow permeated with strands of aura has not changed a bit from the usual, but it just flows silently and slowly to the surrounding land.

  Accompanied by the sound of gurgling water, Professor Song only felt that the dryness and heat of the entire hillside had dropped by two points, which made people feel much more refreshed.

   But he only focused on the vast land in front of him.

  I didn't pay attention at all, and I never thought that the secret I was looking for had been hidden in this water ever since.

  He pointed to the neat hillside on the other side: "That area is the place I reserved for the apples. When the apple trees are planted, the seedlings of Tsaoguo will also be transported... Interplanting on both sides is just right."

   "Going further over there, we are preparing to grow some shallots and garlic. In the beginning of autumn, we will plant scallions, white dew, and garlic...the shallots that you often eat here are grown, not green onions."

   "Wait until the end of spring, you can harvest a lot of garlic..."

  He was rambling, but his expression was gentle, as if he was looking at his own treasure.

   Song Tan nodded one by one, looking at the nearby Tang Xiaodong and others who were adding things to the large fermentation tank layer by layer and stirring back and forth with a shovel:

   "Is this leaf compost the same fermentation time as the previous bonemeal and fishmeal compost?"

"no the same."

  Professor Song explained: "The bone meal and plant ash can be fermented in more than a week in this weather. We have to wait for the leaves...about half a year."

  At the end of the year, the fermented manure of cattle and sheep dung collected on the other side of the river will be turned into the ground as base fertilizer. In the coming year, this mountainous area will truly be a piece of fertile soil.

  Song Tan nodded, seeing that the land was almost irrigated, and just about to ask Wulan who arranged the planting today, when he received an unexpected call—

   "Brother grandson?"

  …

   It was Sun Shouping who called.

  He was already on the road at the moment, and when he was making a video with Song Tan, the background sound was so noisy that he had to turn on the speakerphone and loudly—

   "Did you forget that you still have two little border shepherds teaching here?! It's been almost two months, and it's hard to recognize the owner if you don't send them over!"

   Song Tan really forgot.

  As soon as we arrived, the cattle and sheep on the river bank hadn't been bought yet. Secondly, the dogs at home can't be pampered every day, Qiao Qiao spends half of his time every day with his babies, how can he share it with Bian Mu who hasn't arrived home yet?

   Now that Sun Shouping said that, she just remembered.

but…

   "Brother Sun, what else is in your car, why is it so noisy?"

  Sun Shouping had a broken face: "I'll find a wife for Dabai, and his wife is a musician."

  Song Tan: …

  Dabai...'s daughter-in-law?

   "Did you bring a goose?"

   "That's right?!" Sun Shouping was repeatedly bullied by Dabai, how could a man not swear to avenge his shame? !

   During this period of time, he often went to the vegetable market, and even went to the homes of fellow villagers to inquire, finally! Just yesterday, he saw a mighty and majestic goose at a nearby fair!

   This big goose is the same as Dabai, with pure white fur, fierce eyes, and a strong physique!

  Even if its legs and feet are bound, at the vegetable stand, if anyone wants to take a second look, its wings would like to slap the head off!

   Of course, it didn't work out!

   But that fierce taste is delicious at first glance... Ah no! Very good at playing!

  Sun Shouping had already planned before asking—if it was a gander, he would take it back to cultivate his relationship, and then go to Song Tan next time, and call a good brother to protect him no matter what!

  If this is a mother goose—the fur is so white and the little yellow cap on her head is shiny, there is no goose in the world who doesn’t like her, right?

  God didn't make him suffer this grievance for nothing, he was indeed a mother goose.

   But the process of buying is quite sad.

  First, when the seller handed it over, he didn't pinch the root of the wings, and was slapped several times. When he endured the humiliation and took it home, in order to train him properly, Sun Shouping assumed the posture of teaching a dog—

  First loosen the ties and build trust.

   But a goose is not a dog. Once successful and free, this thing stands tall in the dog park, struts its head high, and looks down on the world—including its new owner, of course.

  Secondly, it does not accept being locked up and tied up, and it also has the attributes of a singer, singing loudly all day long.

  Shouting from daytime to late at night...Sun Shouping's face turned pale now, and he couldn't wait for a day, so he took the dog and goose directly into the car.

  Now, the two dogs are in the backseat, the goose is in the cage, and it's just the "woof woof" and "goose goose goose" yelling at the top of their throats.

  Complicated voices mingled in his ears, and he was still able to drive soberly, which is already a virtue of his ancestors.

  In short——Sun Shouping couldn't stand the geese for a day!

  Song Tan hung up the phone and was still in a daze—

  In these days, people's spiritual needs have become so complicated that even dogs can't satisfy them, right?

  Think about Dabai who is now leading a flock of ducks in the pond and obviously following the route of Long Aotian...

  Song Tan thought for a while, and could only summon secret skills—

   "Jojo!"

   "Huh?" Qiao Qiao, who was mixing dog food in the distance, looked up: "What's the matter?"

  Song Tan couldn't care less—

   "Hurry up and make arrangements, tell Dabai to wash and clean the water plants and duckweeds on Dabai's body! Let's arrange a blind date for him today."

   "Huh?" Jojo was bewildered.

  That’s all for tonight... I can’t finish writing. Make it up tomorrow. (Debt snowballs...)