Chapter 11 11 Processing Seeds

Chapter 11 11. Processing seeds

The next morning, Song Sancheng got up and was stunned for a moment.

The air... is so fresh!

The mountains in the distance were shrouded in mist, and a thin layer of golden light was faintly smudged, looking as beautiful as the scenic spot.

The pond at the door was covered with a layer of white mist, thick and dense, almost covering the entire surface of the water. The mist was extremely low and was slowly moving.

And the plum tree around the yard, Song Sancheng clearly remembered that it withered last month, how come there are still a few flowers blooming today? The yellow little buds, half-opened, are not only very cute, but also have a faint fragrance from a distance.

At this moment, the old farmer rarely felt a little bit of appreciation for beauty, but he felt something was wrong, as if he was also being appreciated...

He turned his head and looked!

I saw seven or eight local gray-haired squirrels clinging to the wall of the yard, looking at the yard like paparazzi. Looking at the back mountain again, it was clearly a bleak scene just after the cold winter, but it also had a new and bright feeling.

Just like... just like it was polished!

Song Sancheng stared blankly for a long time, and laughed at his own thoughts: "A-choo!"

It was too cold in the morning.

He quickly put aside his messy thoughts and went to light the stove with a pile of firewood.

Alas, older men have hard work. Everyone is afraid of the cold, but he has to get up and light the fire.

...

In the room.

Song Tan slowly withdrew her consciousness. The spiritual energy attracted around her was transformed by her practice of the water and wood spiritual method, and now it has turned into a more intense vitality and quietly dispersed.

Inside and outside the house, the air was fresh.

And she felt the abundant spiritual energy in her body and breathed a sigh of relief - her body was almost repaired.

Song Tan left the room, washed up, and then pulled two wild grass stems from the firewood pile. At this moment, he casually tied them into a "cross" shape, and then squatted in the empty vegetable garden, holding the cross in his palms with both hands, with the ends slightly touching the ground--

Then he closed his eyes slightly and whispered:

"How is my savior now?"

This is Fuqi.

The ancient method that can calculate like the I Ching Bagua has low requirements for spiritual energy. Many ordinary people with a little spiritual power can do it. It is also the only one that Song Tan, who is still in the Qi training period, can do.

Of course, the entry threshold is low, and the calculation results are also... a little sloppy.

...

If it weren't for the man who saved her in the car accident, even if she traveled back and repaired her body with spiritual energy, it would be difficult to survive in such an explosion.

The memory is too messy, and the spiritual energy conflicts with the physical injuries. Song Tan only remembers the other party's dark brown eyes and thick eyelashes...

She didn't ask in the hospital. Now that the spiritual energy has recovered a little, she naturally wants to investigate as soon as possible.

Cultivators value cause and effect, but Song Tan values ​​kindness.

Apart from anything else, it is always okay to send some local specialties.

Doctor Zhang Yuan in the hospital was vague, and she always felt something was wrong.

The spiritual energy surged, and the simple spirit writing brush under her hand slowly slid in the slightly moist soil in the morning. Song Tan opened her eyes and saw a line of scattered answers on the ground:

"Not dead"

Song Tan:...

She cracked.

What kind of answer is this? No wonder no one in the Cangxuan Realm uses this method!

She was unwilling to accept it, and closed her eyes again to think quietly and ask: "Where is the lifesaver?"

The spiritual energy surged again, and finally drew out a line of more scattered words:

"Home"

Song Tan was even more angry!

She threw the cross grass in her hand, and for the first time felt that metaphysics was useless. After thinking about it, he simply sent a message to the doctor of Ning Provincial People's Hospital again:

"Doctor Zhang, please ask, how is the gentleman who saved me now? Is the transfer to another hospital due to physical reasons? If possible, can you give me the contact information?"

"I have to thank him in person for saving my life, even if he doesn't need me to repay him."

The message was replied after a long time: "Then I will ask for you again."

...

On a winter morning, washing vegetables in the kitchen would freeze her hands, so Wulan simply cooked a big pot of dumplings. Looking at Qiaoqiao like a spinning top, he would serve dumplings to his sister for a while, and then serve dumpling soup to his sister...

The couple, one of them was cooking and the other was cooking, so they served themselves and ate, and they were self-reliant!

Where is Song Tan?

Sit on the chair loudly, and coax people with his mouth: "Qiaoqiao is so nice!"

"Qiaoqiao is so good!"

"Qiaoqiao brought the dumpling soup, and my sister drank it all in one gulp!"

Ulan and Song Sancheng were both silent.

Silly son, what to do?

Out of sight, out of mind. Song Sancheng said "hmm" and changed the subject:

"Well, the tiller came this morning, so we'll cook more food at home for lunch."

Song Tan was curious: "Use a tractor to transport it?"

Where can I find a tractor now?

"Use a small tricycle."

Song Tan: !!!

The tiller is small, but isn't it a bit disrespectful to use a three-wheeler to transport it? Besides, can a tricycle go over mountains and ridges?

But before she could figure out this problem, she heard a car noise on the road outside. She went out to see, wow!

It was indeed an old maroon tricycle, which looked very much like the private tricycles used by people on the roadside in Ningcheng to move and deliver goods.

In the back bucket, which was not big but seemed very big, there was an equally old maroon tiller, which was obviously ready to go to work.

"Brother, where is the land? I'll go right away!"

"You're here so early? Have you eaten?"

The two men exchanged greetings and walked towards the edge of the field again amid the roar of the tricycle.

On this side, Wulan was thinking about the lunch dishes, and he did not forget to tell his daughter:

"We have hired a lot of tree cutters in the back mountain. They just sawed down those dense oak trees as big as bowls. On the one hand, they made room for a pigpen. On the other hand, don't you want to grow black fungus and white fungus? These tree trunks are just right for use."

The money was spent, and Wulan could only acquiesce to these plans. At this moment, she was calm when she talked about it:

"I'll ask someone to pull the weeds in the chestnut forest on the hillside beside the pond. Otherwise, it will affect the planting of white fungus."

While muttering: "It's more expensive to hire someone to pull weeds than to spray pesticides..."

Song Tan pretended to be a quail. Anyway, it was impossible to spray pesticides.

However, pretending to be a quail did not escape. Wulan stared at her again: "If you want to farm yourself, you can't be idle. Go and deal with the seeds for me."

Song Tan nodded quickly.

Qiao Qiao held her bowl and poked a big dumpling with chopsticks. Without understanding anything, she quickly said, "Sister! I'll help you!"

--Ulan looked even more angry.

...

It's easy to handle the seeds of Astragalus.

Song Tan took Qiao Qiao to shovel two shovels of sand from outside, mixed it with the seeds of Astragalus, and rubbed it vigorously-this can make the thick shell thinner and germinate faster.

In addition to requiring some strength, this kind of rubbing through the bag is also a special kind of fun. Song Qiao smiled while rubbing, obviously very talented in farm work.

After rubbing is almost done, it's time to dry it.

After drying for a few hours, continue to play with water--no, just soak the seeds for half a day.

Wait until noon, stir a few times, and then throw away the inferior seeds that float up.

The seeds are considered to be processed.

After all, it's green manure, and everyone has been planting it in such a rough way for so many years. The only difference is that when soaking, Song Tan melted some spiritual energy into the water.

Qiao Qiao looked at the seeds in half of the yard and was very proud: "Sister, farming is so fun!"

But my arms are a little sore.

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