Song Tan Jishi

Lao Jiang soaked his feet, and the three of them were warmed up, but the hearts of Song Youde and Song Sancheng were even hotter.

Without him, there are two new tricycles in the yard, which makes it hard for them not to be moved!

Even old man Li didn't leave, but sat aside and waited with relish.

Only Seventh Cousin, who was preparing for dinner, snorted coldly:

"You can't pick up leftover buns in the kennel! It's not dark yet, so it'd be great to do some more work. You have to show off that you have a car."

They are all brothers from the same family, and Seventh Cousin has always had this personality, and everyone is used to it.

Song Youde raised his beard:

"What do you know? This is my filial piety from my granddaughter! Besides, I haven't had much work recently..."

"Ah!"

Seventh Cousin also sneered: "Last night, I heard you say that watermelons are going to be interplanted in Taolin. Where are the watermelon seedlings?"

"It also said that golden cherry seeds should be planted on the edge, where are golden cherry seeds?"

"I also said that I would plant a few more loofahs and pumpkins for the corners over there. Have you planted them all?"

"Didn't you say you still want to pick the white fungus today? Where's the white fungus?"

He has prepared all the dried lotus seeds of rock sugar lily, and he has not seen a single tremella after waiting for a day!

Song Sancheng was a little unconvinced by what he said: "Cousin, there is farm work every day, why don't we take a break? Right, girl?"

What can Song Tan say?

On the one hand is Chef Tsundere, on the other hand is his father and grandfather.

She simply got back into the car:

"Then what, brother Yanping, watch them practice, don't go through those rough roads. I'll go to the town to look at the watermelon seedlings. I just heard from the courier brother that someone is selling them this morning."

Zhang Yanping hurriedly yelled: "Don't look around in the town! I know a company that sells seedlings, watermelons grafted from pumpkin seedlings, Kirin melons, stone melons, and seedless melons, all of which are big and sweet!"

"no, I'm fine."

Song Tan also started the car: "I just like the old variety of watermelon with watermelon. I grow it at home. I don't pick these."

It's not that the grafting is not good, the grafting must have advantages in terms of nutrient delivery and growth, but the problem is that her aura is weak, and her agricultural experience is all native species, so let's be conservative for now.

Zhang Yanping is not as good as she is about farm work!

At this moment, he only nodded his head pretendingly: "Jin Yingzi has also heard the news, maybe it will be delivered in two days, don't worry."

Song Tan is not in a hurry.

It is also good to have an alternating period of planting, so that the flowering can continue and the bees can eat a little bit.

It was true that she said she would go to see the watermelon seedlings.

Those who are more diligent will start planting Zao melons in March. She will wait until the beginning of April, and if she wants to catch Zao melons on the market, she has to choose other people's finished seedlings.

Fortunately, it is not far from the town. In recent years, a large area of ​​farmland has been set up with greenhouses and seedling bases. Now it is easy to pick some popular seedlings.

It's only past two o'clock in the afternoon, and when I come back after picking out the seedlings, I guess her father and her grandfather's cars are almost ready for practice.

It happened that everyone was going up the mountain to plant watermelon seedlings when the sun was not so hot.

The land was plowed when the peach trees were planted, but now it only needs to be dug and planted. After all, there is aura, extensive management, and simple.

Driving from home to the town is much closer than the urban area, but in just over 20 minutes, the car has arrived at the shed that was agreed in advance.

The weather is just right now, and several greenhouses are rolled up with plastic film to let the plants ventilate and keep the light.

When I entered the shed, I saw green everywhere, not to mention how gratifying it is.

"You want to buy watermelon seedlings?"

The uncle who came in had dark skin. When he saw Song Tan, he couldn't help being stunned for a moment. Then he poked his head and glanced behind her. Finally, he decided that the one who was going to farm in front of him was this beautiful girl with white skin.

Song Tan nodded:

"Yes, I'm from Yunqiao Village. My family has built an orchard this year, and I want to plant some watermelons in the orchard."

"Oh, oh," the boss came back to his senses: "I know Yunqiao Village. You want to interplant orchards? Then you use much less seedlings for this acre of land than usual. You can choose first. Come on, let's take a look at the seedlings first."

The boss took her into the greenhouse next door familiarly: "They are all folks, and I won't cheat on you. If you have anything to do, just come here to find me. I can run away, but my greenhouse can't. The planting is done. You will come back next year."

Song Tan nodded.

She knew what the boss meant, so she bought it with confidence and gave her a verbal guarantee.

Although some folks in the village choose to deceive people, most of the time, if they want to do local business for a long time, they care about word of mouth.

"Why does this seedling look a little weak?"

Word of mouth is word of mouth, reality is reality, and Song Tan didn't hesitate to ask questions.

The boss is honest: "This is an early-maturing seedling, and the melons are not big. It can be sold at the end of May and early June."

"Don't look at the seedlings as being a little weak, it's just like this, it's not a matter of planting. You go back and plant it, and keep one vine for each one. The melons will definitely be sweet, and I won't let you down."

"Normally, a thousand seedlings like this can be planted in an acre of land. But if you want to intercropping, then eight hundred, it's up to you."

"But if you want to plant more sparsely, you can't choose such small seedlings. You need another variety, and you need stronger seedlings."

He turned right along the road and entered another greenhouse: "Look, this kind of medium-ripe melon is a month later than the previous one, but you can keep two vines for each of this kind of melon, and it's no problem for one tree to bear two or three melons."

"If you want to interplant this with fruit trees, there can be no more than three hundred to five hundred trees per mu. The vines are too strong and take up space."

"There are better ones, but this one, let me tell you the truth girl, few people buy this seedling now."

why?

The watermelon it produced was too big.

"Now there are only two, three or four people in a family. The melons are too big to be eaten in one go, and the refrigerator is not easy to fill. Generally, the ones that sell are not as good as the small watermelons."

This is true, and Song Tan was very grateful when he saw this kind of big melon. Because it is really too big, all of them look like big wax gourds.

The winter melon is placed in the supermarket, and only one circle is bought for cooking at a time. One can imagine how many people need to eat this watermelon?

In the big family of his house, it can be digested, but the problem is that it is really inconvenient to sell it.

She turned her head without hesitation: "Is the melon produced by your smallest seedling a little smaller?"

"Yes," the boss said truthfully.

"If you sell early melons, you choose small seedlings. I'm not fooling you. Look how expensive watermelons are when they first hit the market! A big one is hard to sell, and it has to be so small."

"When the weather gets hotter, we can sell these slightly late-maturing varieties, which are bigger, cheaper, and don't hurt to eat."

What he talked about was his own experience, and Song Tan listened carefully.

Look at these days, those who sell melon seedlings have to have a clear understanding of the market first, and they are really gaining knowledge every day.