Song Tan's Notes

Chapter 11 11. Handling Seeds
Early the next morning, Song Sancheng got up and was stunned for a moment.

The air... so fresh!
I saw the mountains in the distance shrouded in clouds and mist, and a thin layer of golden light was faintly smudged, and it looked as beautiful as that scenic spot.

The pond at the entrance is even a layer of white mist, thick and thick, covering almost the entire water surface.The fog had extremely low air pressure and was swimming slowly.

As for a plum tree around the yard, Song Sancheng clearly remembered that he thanked him last month. How come there are still a few more blooms today?The yellow and yellow little Guduo, half-opened, is not only extraordinarily cute, but also a fragrance from afar.

At this moment, the old peasant rarely feels a little appreciation for beauty, but he feels that something is not right, as if he is also appreciated...

He turned his head and looked!
I saw seven or eight local gray-haired squirrels pulling at the walls of the courtyard, looking towards the courtyard like paparazzi.Looking at the back mountain again, it is obviously a bleak scene that has just passed the cold winter, but it has a new feeling.

It's like... it's like it's been polished!

Song Sancheng stared blankly for a long time, and he was amused by his own thoughts: "Ah!"

It's too cold in the morning.

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

Alas, an older man is a hard worker, everyone is afraid of the cold, but he has to get up and start a fire.

……

in the room.

Song Tan slowly withdrew her divine sense, and the spiritual energy that was attracted around her body was transformed by her Shuimu spiritual practice, and now it has turned into a stronger vitality and quietly dispersed.

Inside and outside the house, the air is fresh.

And she felt the abundant spiritual energy in her body, and she breathed a sigh of relief—it could be considered that her body was almost repaired.

Song Tan walked out of the room, and after washing for a while, he took two weed stalks from the firewood stack. At this moment, he casually tied it into a "cross", and then squatted in the empty vegetable garden, with his hands clasped the cross in the palm of his hand. , the end touches the ground slightly——

Then he closed his eyes slightly and said softly:

"How is the savior now?"

This is Fuja.

The ancient method, which can be calculated like the I Ching gossip, has low requirements for spiritual energy. Many ordinary people with a little spiritual skills can do it, and it is the only thing Song Tan who is still practicing Qi can do.

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

……

The man who saved her in the car accident, if it wasn't for him, even if he traveled back and repaired his body with spiritual energy, it would be difficult to protect him from such an explosion.

The memory was too messy, and the spiritual energy conflicted with the physical injury. Song Tan only remembered the other party's dark brown eyes and thick eyelashes...

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

Cultivators focus on cause and effect, while she, Song Tan, focuses on kindness.

If nothing else, it's always okay to send some souvenirs.

In the hospital, Dr. Zhang Yuan was vague, and she always felt that something was not right.

Spiritual energy surged, and the simple brush under his hand was slowly sliding in the slightly moist soil in the morning. Song Tan opened his eyes and saw a line of scattered answers on the ground:

"not dead"

Song Tan: ...

She cracked.

What is this answer?No wonder no one in the Cangxuan Realm uses this method!
Unwilling, she closed her eyes again and asked, "Where is the savior?"

The aura surged again, and finally a line of more scattered words was drawn out:
"home"

Song Tan is 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 at this moment, I simply sent a message to the doctor at the Ning Provincial People's Hospital again:

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

"For the life-saving grace, even if the other party doesn't need me to repay, I have to personally thank you."

It took a long time for the message to reply: "Then let me ask you again."

……

On a winter morning, when the kitchen was washing vegetables and hands were frozen, Wulan simply cooked a large pot of dumplings.Look at Qiao Qiao top again, serving dumplings for his sister in a while, and dumpling soup for his sister in a while...

One of the husband and wife set fire and the other cooked, and they would eat by themselves and be self-reliant!
What about Song Tan?
Da Lala sat on the chair and coaxed people: "Jojo is so good!"

"Jojo is so good!"

"The dumpling soup that Qiao Qiao brought, my sister has finished it in one gulp!"

Wulan and Song Sancheng were silent.

Silly son, what should I do?
Out of sight is clear, Song Sancheng changed the subject with a "hmm":
"Well, the farmer came this morning. Let's cook more lunch at home."

Song Tan was curious: "Is it brought by a tractor?"

Where are the tractors now?

"Use a small tricycle."

Song Tan: ! ! !
The cultivator is small and can be transported on three wheels. Isn't it a bit despised?Besides, can a tricycle go over mountains and mountains?
But before she could figure this out, she heard a car rattling on the road outside, and went out to take a look, ho!
It turned out to be an old jujube red tricycle, very much like a small private tricycle for people moving and delivering on the roadside in Ning Province.

In the back bucket, which is not big and seems to be very large, with a burgundy cultivator that is also not new, it is obviously planning to go to work.

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

"Come so early? Have you eaten yet?"

The two elders chatted and walked towards the field again amid the roar of the tricycle.

Here, Ulan was thinking about the lunch dishes, and here he did not forget to explain to his daughter:
"The people who cut down the trees in the back mountain also found a lot of people, and they just sawed the hemp oak trees that were too dense with the mouth of the bowl, on the one hand, to make room for the pigsty. On the other hand, you don't want to plant black fungus and white fungus. Is it? This trunk is just good enough."

The money has been spent, and Wulan can only acquiesce to these plans. At this moment, he is in a calm mood:

"I'll ask again and find someone to pull the weeds from the chestnut forest on the hillside by the pond. Otherwise, it will affect the planting of white fungus."

While muttering: "It's more expensive to ask someone to pull grass than to fight medicine..."

Song Tan pretended to be a quail, because it is impossible to use medicine anyway.

However, the quails didn't escape, and Wulan stared at her again: "If you want to farm the land yourself, you can't be idle. Treat the seeds for me."

Song Tan quickly nodded.

Qiao Qiao held her own bowl and just stabbed a big dumpling with her chopsticks. She didn't understand anything and said, "Sister! I'll help you!"

——Ulan looked even more angry.

……

Seeds of Astragalus are easy to handle.

Song Tan took Qiao Qiao and shoveled two shovels of sand from the outside to mix it with the vetch seeds, rubbing and rubbing vigorously - this would make the thick shell thinner and germinate faster.

This kind of kneading across the bag requires a little strength, and there is a special kind of fun. Song Qiao laughed while kneading, obviously very talented in farm work.

Kneading is almost done, that is, drying.

Dry for a few hours, then play in the water - ah no, just soak the seeds for half a day.

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

Even the seeds are treated.

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

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

It's just that the arm is a little sore.

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