After hearing the voices of plants, farming in the countryside exploded

Before Zhang Ruoruan arrived, he could already hear a buzzing sound in his ears.

Those are two hardworking little bees, flying among the flowers.

Zhang Ruoruan's lens slowly focused.

This is a cinnamon-flavored lychee tree, more than three meters tall with lush leaves.

At this moment, clusters of white flowers with a hint of yellow filled the entire crown of the tree.

Too prosperous.

Even the thick trunk of the lychee tree has one or two clusters of flowers sprouting out.

Zhang Ruoruan immediately pointed to the two clusters of flowers and said, "Look, they are also blooming here."

When Zhang Ruoruan was little, her favorite thing was to pick fruits from this position and eat them.

First, because of its short position, a primary school student can reach out and pick it off.

Second, the fruits in this location are the largest and sweetest.

Because the fruits at this position are directly connected to the trunk and are closest to the roots of the tree and have the most nutrients, they will naturally grow big and sweet.

In the barrage, there are many people who are of the same mind as Zhang Ruoruan.

Maoming No. 1 said affectionately: "This location is great. It's the biggest and sweetest. I used to love grabbing these lychees with my sister when I was a kid."

Waibi Babu: "I second the proposal. But unfortunately, there are generally not many fruits in this position. There are only three or five fruits left in a cluster of flowers. Otherwise, if you can collect a pound and sell it, you can sell it for at least fifty-one." catty."

Daquan Xiaoquan: "But having said that, isn't this blogger's flower quantity a bit too much? You have a cinnamon flavor!"

The sad cat is no longer wandering: "Just found out? I have already seen the picture of Ruanruan getting rich."

Eating raw tilapia: "I also have lychees at home. I just asked my dad. There are very few osmanthus flowers this year. How do you make them soft and soft?"

Zhang Duoxi’s wife: “Do you know what it means for Guiwei to have so many flowers?!”

The focus of the barrage gradually shifted from the fruits on the trunk to the amount of osmanthus-flavored flowers.

Half of the people were shocked, and half of them were used to it.

"No, you are new here? Isn't it normal for things grown softly to bloom in large quantities?"

"No, this is different."

"What's the difference?"

"You have never grown lychees. It's hard for me to explain to you."

While the barrage was still discussing, Zhang Ruanruan was already walking toward the hinterland of the lychee forest.

She walked slowly, the camera turned, and every lychee tree was full of flowers.

The green leaves and white-yellow flowers give a sense of heavy snow falling on black hair.

"There are so many bees. All the bees in the village must be here."

"I didn't even need to get close to the soft radio, but I heard a buzzing sound. It was so exaggerated."

Along the way, in addition to sighing at the lush blooming flowers, the second focus of the live broadcast room audience was the bees.

Too much.

Basically, on every cluster of flowers, there are at least three busy bees.

There are countless people flying in the sky.

This scene is as if Zhang Ruoruan's lychee tree secretly held a peach convention, and only the bees in the village were invited.

It's morning now, and dew is still hanging on the flowers, drop by drop reflecting dazzling light under the rising sun.

A bee flew over, causing the flower branch to droop slightly. When the bee awkwardly turned over to another flower bud, the flower branch lifted up, and a crystal clear dewdrop fell in an arc and shattered on the wet fallen leaves.

Zhang Ruoruan looked at this scene and remembered something.

"This dew is sweet, do you believe it?"

Zhang Ruoruan asked the audience in the live broadcast room.

"Do not believe."

"I don't believe it either. It always feels like it's the same scam as Northeastern's hardcore is sweet."

Some people don’t believe it, and naturally some people do.

"I believe it, I've eaten it."

"I can tell you clearly that it is indeed sweet. Because the mist has soaked through the core of the flowers and mixed with the nectar, it naturally has a sweet taste."

"You speak a lot, I believe you." ...

Zhang Ruoruan followed the barrage with the most words and said: "Yes, the dew soaked out the nectar."

As she spoke, Zhang Ruoruan pointed the camera at herself, then found a cluster of flowers without bees, took one gulp of it, and took a sip of the dew on the flower.

Sweet in the mouth.

It's the taste of that year.

Zhang Ruoruan spit out the flowers in her mouth: "Do you believe it now? It is edible. But it is not recommended to eat more. Dew is not a very clean thing. If you eat too much like this, the flowers will be wiped out by you. .”

Zhang Ruanruan had no candy to eat when she was a child, so she was greedy for this sweet treat and was often chased and spanked by Zhang Jianguo.

Zhang Ruoruan walked all the way down and looked at all the 223 cinnamon-flavored lychee trees in his family.

No surprise, all 223 trees were in full bloom.

The barrage directly called 666.

Then, Zhang Ruanruan went to the side to look at the 56 osmanthus trees rented to her by Zhang Fugui.

Likewise, the trees are full of flowers.

But if you look closely, you can see a slight difference. The ones rented by Zhang Ruanruan cost about 20% less than her own.

"Let's go, I'll take you to see other people's cinnamon trees."

Zhang Ruanruan knows that many people will not understand the value of her cinnamon flavor just by showing it to the audience.

The best way is to set off by peers.

Zhang Ruoruan walked in another direction, passed through a group of black-leaf lychees, and came to a small forest of cinnamon-flavored lychees.

"Look, this one has the flavor of cinnamon."

Zhang Ruoruan zoomed in and included a cinnamon tree in the live broadcast.

When I saw this osmanthus tree, the barrage immediately said...,...,... showing my speechlessness.

Because above the screen, there is also a cinnamon lychee tree more than three meters high. The dark green branches and leaves fill the screen of the live broadcast room, and there is no other color.

Is there something wrong with the phone that can't display other colors?

The answer is of course no.

But this cinnamon tree has only one leaf color.

As for the white and yellow flowers?

Sorry, one! Duo! All! without! have!

Zhang Ruoruan turned the camera and looked at the second cinnamon tree.

This tree has three clusters of flowers. If pollination goes smoothly and there are no accidents along the way, you should be able to pick about two kilograms when mature.

Next one.

There is a patch of flowers facing east, but in terms of density, it is still not as dense as Zhang Ruoruan.

The fourth tree.

A few were opened here and there, but the total should not exceed eleven clusters.

The eighth tree.

Not a single flower.

Tree twenty-eight.

A cluster sprouted from the tree trunk.

The audience in the live broadcast room now understands.

"I call you 666 directly. I didn't understand the value of Ruanruan's flowers before, but now I understand."

"No wonder some people were so surprised before, it turns out Ruanruan is so sexy."

"I remember Ruanruan said before that the yield of Guiwei lychee variety is very uncontrollable. Now I understand what this means."

"But this is too uncontrollable! This family has seventy or eighty osmanthus trees. I'm afraid they won't be able to pick 100 kilograms, right?"

"So how did Ruanruan do it?"

"Sure enough, if there is no comparison, there will be no harm." (End of Chapter)