Chapter 371: My Own Farm

Led by Mr. Sun, Song Tang and others walked towards the farm, talking and laughing, and the drivers behind them slowly drove their cars into the farm gate.

Although there are many parking spaces at the entrance of the farm, how could the car be parked outside the gate when the eldest daughter of the family came to her own property?

As soon as you enter the farm gate, you will see a large open courtyard, surrounded by various buildings.

There are luxurious single-family villas as well as some other small townhouses.

Not far away on the other side there is a building that looks like a reception hall, and next to it there is another building that looks like a dormitory building.

There are some large warehouse-like buildings vaguely visible in the background.

"Mr. Sun, could you please give me a brief introduction?"

Hearing Song Tang's request, Mr. Sun, who was following him, said cheerfully, "Of course, of course. I was thinking that Miss should go back to the room to drink some water and rest first."

The reason why he was called Mr. Sun was because Sun Lin was originally a professor of agronomy at Kyoto University of Agriculture.

After retirement, I couldn't sit still, so I rejected many offers from schools and came here.

First, what he has learned can be put to good use here, and second, he likes the leisurely and comfortable life here.

Sun Lin is both a professor of agronomy and an elder, so everyone has always respectfully called him Mr. Sun.

After knowing this, Song Tang had no objection to everyone's address to Sun Lin. Instead, she followed suit and called him that.

"No need to rest, Mr. Sun. We have been driving all the way here, so we are not tired. I am more interested in the entire farm than resting."

After hearing Song Tang's words, Mr. Sun became even happier.

"Well, since the lady said so, let's go." After saying that, Mr. Sun waved towards a place not far away.

Two smart security guards drove over two multi-seat electric sightseeing cars in a short while.

"Miss, let's get in the car. Your farm is very big. If you rely on your own two feet, you don't know how long it will take you to get there." Mr. Sun smiled and led Song Tang to the car in front, and the rest of the people followed suit.

"Miss, we grow all the basic agricultural products on our farm. The annual output is enough for you to use, and there is still a lot of surplus."

The farm, covering an area of more than a thousand acres, is large enough. Song Tang sat in the sightseeing bus and looked at everything in front of him according to Mr. Sun's introduction, his heart full of curiosity.

"That's the greenhouse area over there. It can produce enough fresh vegetables and off-season fruits every day in winter." Mr. Sun said, pointing in a direction on the sightseeing bus.

Song Tang also looked in that direction and could see rows of silver-white greenhouses reflecting the sun from afar.

"Is there still any planting going on there now?" Song Tang asked curiously.

Mr. Sun smiled slightly. In just such a short time, he had figured out the character of his boss.

"Of course. The weather is still cool now, and many fruits and vegetables are still being grown in greenhouses. Miss, do you want to go and take a look?"

After listening to Mr. Sun's introduction, Song Tang nodded with a smile. Of course she wanted to go over and take a look.

So a few minutes later, two sightseeing buses stopped in the open space in front of the greenhouse area.

Song Tang and his group were also led by Mr. Sun to the door of the nearest greenhouse.

"Miss, this shed mainly grows strawberries, which is the latest variety. Would you like to try it?" Mr. Sun looked at Song Tang and said with a smile.

In fact, when Mr. Sun knew that the person coming this time was a little girl, he had already arranged for people to pick and wash each kind of fruit. Unexpectedly, Song Tang came directly to the field.

Mr. Sun couldn't help but smile when he saw Song Tang's eyes light up when he heard him say that there were delicious strawberries in this shed.

As expected, she is still a child. Her reaction is exactly the same as that of my little granddaughter.

Seeing that Song Tang was very interested, Mr. Sun did not waste any time and took Song Tang and others towards the greenhouse.

As soon as you lift the small curtain on the side door of the greenhouse, the damp and stuffy feeling hits you in the face, making you feel a little uncomfortable.

But for Song Tang, who has already seen the red strawberries in the greenhouse, these are all surmountable problems.

Carrying a small basket handed over by a staff member, Song Tang learned to pick strawberries under the guidance of Mr. Sun. He had a lot of fun picking and eating strawberries in the strawberry shed.

At Song Tang's call, the others also started picking fruits with small baskets.

Mr. Sun just smiled at Song Tang's behavior.

All the property here belongs to the girl. What's wrong with picking some strawberries? No one can say anything even if she picks them all.

Mr. Sun earns a high salary and good benefits here, and can also enjoy the leisurely rural life of his dreams.

Occasionally, my spouse and children come to spend some time with me so that I can enjoy family happiness.

Sometimes when some of my former students have questions or new achievements, they can set aside a small experimental field on this farm to verify them. This kind of life is simply wonderful.

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Song Tang was having a lot of fun, and only realized that her little basket was almost full when Zhou Jing reminded her.

As they followed Mr. Sun out of the strawberry shed, Song Tang stuffed a strawberry she had picked into Mr. Sun's hand and asked with a smile, "Mr. Sun, what do we do with the extra output from our farm?"

When Mr. Sun heard Song Tang asking about the main matter, he smiled and took a bite of the strawberry in his hand.

"In the past, the excess output would be sold. Even many wealthy people would arrange for people to come and purchase."

"So the farm has had good income all along. While ensuring a balance between income and expenditure, there is still a lot of profit, which is now in the account. Miss, you can check the account later."

After listening to Mr. Sun's words, Song Tang thought for a moment and said, "There's no need to check the accounts. I believe in Mr. Sun's character."

"From now on, the farm's output will no longer be sold to the outside world. We will keep it all for ourselves."

Mr. Sun couldn't help but frown when he heard Song Tang's words, "Miss, our farm's output is very large. If we only rely on our own people to digest it, I'm afraid it will be a waste."

For an agronomist like Mr. Sun, waste is a very offensive thing.

Song Tang certainly knew what Mr. Sun meant, but she didn't take it to heart. She just continued to smile and said to Mr. Sun: "Mr. Sun, the number of people around me is not small."

"Since I eat these homemade goodies, of course the people around me will eat them too."

"How about this, Mr. Sun? For fruits and vegetables that are not easy to store, we will sell the rest except for those that we provide to our own people on the same day."

"As for the various rice, flour, and coarse grains that can be stored, keep them first. If I can't finish them, I can give them away to others. I can also add them to the New Year gifts I give to everyone during festivals."

After hearing what Song Tang said, Mr. Sun suddenly understood. So this is what the young lady thought, then there is no problem.

He was afraid that the young lady would do the same thing as many wealthy people who indulge in debauchery.

When he gets to know Song Tang better, he will understand that even if Song Tang wastes other things, he will not waste something that can save lives, such as food.

"Miss, your decision is fine. The daily output is not suitable for storage. In addition to supplying you and my own people, I will arrange to sell the excess."

"As for the grains and cereals, I will keep them for now after I have provided them to the young lady."

Song Tang smiled and nodded, "It's decided then, Mr. Sun, shall we move on to the next shed?"