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

Chapter 184 Pruning rotten fruit
Zhang Ruoruan started the live broadcast at home.

After watering the vegetables, I planted the apple trees again.

The apple is now as big as a fist, and red spots appear faintly in some parts.

It's not far away from being completely red.

"The apples on the tree are indeed beautiful no matter how you look at them."

"Ruanruan, how long can this fruit hang?"

"Sell it? My company wants it."

"I also want to place one in front of my house. Then I will be the most beautiful cub within ten miles."

The essence of human beings is a repeater.

Although these barrages are posted every day, Zhang Ruanruan does not resist at all.

Because half of the power of faith she used to refine the weapon last night was earned from this pot of apples.

After watching it for more than ten minutes, when there were enough people in the live broadcast room, Zhang Ruanruan went out and drove to the mountain.

"Ruanruan, what if the lychees are cracked? Can they be rescued?"

"Do you have insurance?"

"I'm so nervous. I hope Lychee is okay!"

The barrage's attention returned to lychee.

Yesterday, Zhang Ruanruan posted a video of a heavy rainstorm. The audience all knew the harm of heavy rainstorms to litchis after being exposed to the sun.

Now a lot of people came to the live broadcast room, all waiting to see the results.

One night has passed. What happened to Lychee?

Zhang Ruoruan parked the car and started walking.

Soon, Zhang Ruoruan's lychee gradually became clear in front of the camera.

The audience held their breath to watch.

As relieved.

"so far so good."

"Lychee is fine!"

"Wuhu, God bless you."

"Take luck."

Qingping Village.

"grass!"

"Fuck!"

Zhang Ernan smashed the glass in his hand.

He rarely got up early just to watch Zhang Ruanruan suffer misfortune.

The results of it?
Lychee doesn't open her mouth like this? !

Are your peels made of iron? ?

!!!

Zhang Ernan was going to be furious.

He couldn't help but think of himself a few years ago.

That year, the whole village's Guiwei had a small bumper crop, and it was about to mature, so he was ready to make a small amount of money to pay for a car.

In the end, he was even optimistic about the car model, but a heavy rain ruined his car dream.

Zhang Ernan still remembers the scene when he woke up in the lychee field and saw the trees full of cinnamon-flavored fruits "opening up" and smiling at him.

It was so painful that I couldn't breathe.

In the end, the down payment of the car turned into a fully paid thousand yuan mobile phone.

"grass!"

The more Zhang Ernan thought about it, the angrier he became.

……

Zhang Shuna’s house.

Zhang Shuna's teeth were almost broken, and her already dark face was now getting darker and darker, like the bottom of a pot. "Why should she?"

Zhang Shuna wanted to smash the phone, but when she raised her hand, she suddenly remembered that this was her three months' salary. After thinking about it, she put it down carefully.

……

"There are still some."

Zhang Ruoruan stopped in front of the lychee tree at close range.

Just as high as her, seven or eight lush clusters of lychee fruits bent the branches.

Between the thorny fruits, you can see some fruits with cracked peels.

But not much better.

Zhang Ruanruan just picked a dozen cinnamon fruits with cracked peels within easy reach in front of him and threw them aside.

According to this ratio, Zhang Ruoruan estimates that she will still lose about 200 kilograms.

According to the average price of 15 yuan per pound, it is 3000 yuan.

"Three thousand yuan was lost when it rained!"

"It's so tragic. If it were me, I would be so heartbroken that I can't breathe."

"I'm also a farmer. I would say it's actually pretty good. I only lost 3,000 yuan. When I saw the soft video yesterday, I thought at least half of it was gone."

"Yes, in an industry that depends on the weather for its livelihood, it's lucky to have suffered such a small loss in such a situation."

Zhang Ruoruan continued to check.

After looking around, I found that the cracking of lychee fruits was average and there was no extensive damage.

Zhang Ruanruan found Zhang Fugui, who was changing shifts, and gave him a new job.

Cut off all the cracked cinnamon fruits, then dig a hole and bury all the rotten fruits.

Three hundred days.

You can bring Li Fang with you, and both of you will be paid, but it must be done within today.

Of course Zhang Qing and Lin Fengjiao will also participate.

Cracked fruit is not contagious, but it will attract various insects to eat the pulp. When the time comes, the well-fed insects will lay eggs on the good fruit, which is not good.

So it must be resolved quickly.

Zhang Ruoruan went home to move a ladder and look for scissors.

Zhang Fugui also went home to shake people.

Bring the ladder, bucket, hoe, and Li Fang and go up the mountain together.

Zhang Fugui climbed up the ladder to cut fruits, and Li Fang picked up the ones that fell.

Zhang Qing and Lin Fengjiao also share this division of labor.

Zhang Ruanruan was alone, and he was holding a live broadcast mobile phone, but he was not much slower than them.

After all, this is the third level of the Qi refining stage, and the physical coordination is not comparable to that of ordinary people.

If it weren't for the fear of scaring the audience, Zhang Ruanruan could still be faster.

In this way, I was busy until four o'clock in the afternoon.

In an open space in the lychee forest, Zhang Ruoruan poured a large bucket of rotten lychees into the dug hole.

The lychees rolled down, and a large number of flies, wasps, and unknown insects flew up from the pit.

It only took one day to attract so many insects.

Zhang Ruoruan picked up the hoe and turned over the soil to bury all the rotten lychees.

Having lost their target to eat, the insects slowly flew away.

Call it a day and start broadcasting.

At night, one wave just subsided, and then another wave rose.

"The Meteorological Observatory reported that the No. 2019 typhoon in will be generated and is expected to hit our city in two days..."

The typhoon is coming.

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(It’s very late, today is a little short, good night babies)