Chapter 112 112 Farmyard Manure Fermentation Bacteria

Chapter 112 112. Farmyard manure fermentation bacteria

Wang Lifen also earned one or two thousand from picking tea leaves in March. Although the speed is a bit slow, the quality is not bad!

You cannot hear such words nowadays!

Now I quickly asked: "Am I old at my age?"

Mao Li was stuck again.

She calculated the old lady's age in her mind: You are already seventy or eighty, so you are not considered old?

Wulan didn't expect that this meant something, that she was giving orders to the old lady at home - after all, it wasn't a hard job for everyone to eat together and help each other choose dishes!

Instead, he responded with a smile: "I'm not old, I'm really not old. This year, you and my dad are in good health. It's very good!"

No, the spiritual energy is scattered in the food and tea leaves in front of and behind the house. Subtly, not to mention the treatment, but to mention that the spirit is still stable.

Wang Lifen thought for a while, and became more and more convinced of the old saying: "Sure enough, we are poor. The more we have work to do, the better we feel."

Ulan smiled at Mao Li again: "Sister-in-law, there were originally a lot of people at noon today, so I was thinking of booking a table at the family cafeteria in the village. That restaurant has good craftsmanship and also cooks in the ground pot. Our mother insisted on it."

After hearing this, the aunt answered decisively: "That's not possible. We have vegetables all over the place, so why should we spend money to eat other people's food? It's so expensive!"

Without hesitation, he sat down in front of a pot of milkvetch and started picking it up, and said, "Where's Tantan? You didn't say how much it cost when you gave me this dish last time. You said this kid has some good stuff left to sell for money." Yeah, why are you giving it to your family? "

Looking at the large bundle in the pot in front of me, most of which are milkvetch with pink flowers, I couldn't help but feel more regretful: "These are all old now."

Wulan laughed: "Tan Tan came back and said that you took his aunt to buy ducks, which was dozens of dollars cheaper."

"Besides, you are one of your own family, so only good things should be kept."

Then he looked at the milkvetch on hand: "It was because I was short of money this year that I thought of going to sell it and try it. Who knew it tasted really good, but now that the flowers have bloomed, I can't eat it. There is only so much left. I might as well eat it at noon." Fire it up.”

Why is there so little left?

Mao Li also quickly laughed:

"I'm telling you, why did you send milkvetch there so quickly? I didn't know until I went to the vegetable market later that this thing is so expensive. Look at me..."

She looked ashamed: "I thought it was two yuan a pound, so I went and bought one for ten yuan. Tan Tan was so angry that she refused to sell it."

Song Tan didn't mention this at all when he came back. This was the first time Wulan heard about it.

At this moment, listening to this tone of voice, I felt angry, thinking that it costs twenty yuan a catty of vegetables, and you want to buy five catties for ten yuan. What are you dreaming about?

My own relatives can’t settle accounts like this!

Giving away is giving away, buying is buying, these are two different things.

But before she could say anything, she saw Song Sancheng walking back with Uncle Song and his uncle with a smile, then turned around and entered the house, carrying another pocket of yellow paper:

"Let's go, let's go visit the grave first."

Uncle Song looked around the yard: "Where is our dad?"

Speaking of this, Song Sancheng had a hard time not showing off, so he raised his chin reservedly: "Where's the back mountain? Tan Tan wants to plant fruit trees there, and our dad is watching over there now."

Uncle Song was surprised: "Planting fruit trees?"

"That's not a joke. She's a girl, so you just let her do what she wants? If you lose money then, it won't be a small amount."

"Besides..." He glanced at the mountain behind: "Didn't you see any movement above you?"

His family members were all serious about what they said. Song Sancheng didn’t think too much about what he said about losing money. He just added proudly:

"As soon as Tantan came back, the village party secretary said she was some kind of college student who returned to her hometown to start a business, and begged us to take over the back hill."

"No, we have been given subsidies and arrangements, and now we are planting fruit trees on that barren mountain. We will dig holes today, and I guess the saplings will be shipped in soon by the afternoon."

Thanks to the help of the excavator guy, the work that was originally scheduled to take five to seven days was almost completed in less than four days.

Now use the big bucket to dig the hole accurately. The rest of the people can do some repairs and wait for the trees to be planted.

Oh, this young man Yan Ping found is so honest!

However, he went to the city to pick up fruit seedlings in the morning, so he was nowhere to be seen now.

Having said this, Song Sancheng was still a little worried: "This tree is a few days late. I don't know if it will have any impact on the harvest."

Ulan couldn't see how embarrassed he was, so he quickly interrupted:

"You hurry up and burn it. It's already noon if you don't burn it. By the way, tell the plowing people not to leave today and stay for a meal."

The people who farmed the land demanded a lot of money, but when they said they wouldn't include food, they really didn't eat.

There are also relatives in the village here, and I go to their houses every time.

The land is almost finished today, so it would be inappropriate to leave no one behind for a meal.

Song Sancheng looked at the time and saw that it was really late, so he quickly took his uncle and uncle to the back mountain.

As for visiting graves, local rules are mostly reserved for men. If Auntie and Mao Li want to go, they can go. If they don't want to go, they will be pulled down.

However, Mao Li and Sun Yanyan were thinking about more and better things in the fields, while the aunt was looking at the dishes that ten or twenty people had to prepare, and she was busy helping with the preparations, so her hands were full.

At this moment, Song Tan drove back with Qiao Qiao.

The car was also parked at the gate of the yard, emitting a faint smell. She connected a water pipe from the tap outside and was washing it.

Seeing this, Wulan couldn't help wondering:

"Didn't you say you were going to drive to the back mountain for a stroll? What are you pretending to be? There's a smell."

Song Tan laughed: "My dad was right. My uncle Zhang went to the back mountain to help early this morning. He picked up all the broken branches and leaves."

"Then he piled them up by the orchard and asked me to take him to our back mountain to meet Da Wang - he will take the manure from the pig pen and chickens and ducks and compost them together."

Speaking of this, Song Tan really felt that the two thousand yuan salary was worth it.

Because although Zhang Wangjia was a little lame, he worked quickly and had a lot of strength. Don't look at him as silent, but his brain is very advanced.

This morning, Song Tan saw him mix pig manure, chicken and duck manure, grass and mud according to his experience, and then piled them up, and took out a bag of farmyard manure fermentation bacteria from the basket and poured it on top...

Song Tan was really surprised.

If you say that the villagers use chemical fertilizers and urea to spray pesticides, she would admit it 100%, but this fermentation bacteria is a variety of beneficial bacteria, and the range of various species is very wide. She doesn't know about other villages, but the villagers have definitely never heard of it.

This fermentation bacteria is really good, but I don't have composting conditions, I just checked the information. At present, the potted plants at home are all simple Bacillus subtilis...