Chapter 73 Zhao Feng Calls
No matter how much Brother Ye mourned, Ye Zhen had no idea that she was now following Father Ye to the back mountain in high spirits.
The wolfberries at the foot of the mountain have grown into a patch of fruit, and the color of the leaves has become much darker. A small number of the purple flowers have begun to wither and bear fruit. Dad Ye picked some young leaves and prepared to go back and make soup.
There are surveillance cameras installed not far away along the road. Since the wolfberries on the slope were pulled out last time, Dad Ye replanted them. Wolfberries can be propagated by cuttings, but the survival rate of cuttings is not as high as when the seedlings already have roots.
There may be surveillance cameras installed in a conspicuous place on the slope. The last incident has not happened in these days, so we still don’t know who did it.
Dad Ye was carrying a hoe and a bucket of pig feed, and Ye Zhen followed behind. This was her first time going up the mountain. Last time she had been planting wolfberries at the foot of the mountain and had never come up to take a look.
The path is winding, and along the way there are thatched grasses taller than people. The tall tops are beginning to sprout ears, and the slender fluff has not yet spread out, showing a purple, reddish color mixed with a slight green. After a few days, the ears become fluffy and the color turns yellow and white. Grandma Ye and the others will hook them up with sickles, tie them into bundles, and dry them, so that they can be made into farm brooms.
Ye Zhen used his fingers to pry open the thatch. In front of him, Ye's father used something to split the branches that blocked the road. He turned his head and looked at Ye Zhen who was carrying the basket.
"I told you not to follow me. The grass grows too fast. If you're not careful, you might get cut by it."
Ye Zhen: "Didn't they say that the two wild peaches on the mountain have turned red?"
"I just wanted to come and take a look." Can I eat it?
Ye Zhen came back and irrigated the mountain with a lot of spiritual energy. In the past few days, the plants on the mountain have grown wildly, and there are many wild animals. Ye's father often feeds a few mountain kings - pigs. He knows exactly when the fruits on the mountain will mature, but:
"Wild peaches are not tasty when ripe. They are available every year. Not only are they small, but they also have big pits and are hard and full of hair. What's the point of eating them?"
"It's not easy to eat peaches. Your Aunt Xiaoying has some in her yard. They're not big, but they're sweet. Why don't you just pick a few over there and try them? Why come here?"
Dad Ye shook his head and expressed his incomprehension. It’s so sour. Aren’t the ones grown in the fields tastier than the wild ones?
Ye Zhen: "Can what's mine be the same as what's others?" Besides, she also wanted to see what wild fruits there were on the mountain. She had put so much spiritual energy into it, it's impossible for it to be wasted on the weeds all over the mountain, right?
She must be allowed to see the effect of spiritual energy on edible wild fruits.
Ye Zhen waved away the branches that were blocking his face and stood on a big rock. He looked around. The hillside was relatively flat and the altitude was not high. In the past, Ye's father had planted watermelons below the halfway point, so the upper half of the mountain was covered with lush trees and vines, while the lower half was covered with clusters of thorns and thatch, as well as some camellia trees.
Of course, the watermelons didn’t grow very well in the end. They were small and had many seeds. Although they were sweet, they couldn’t be sold at a high price.
Anyway, in Ye Zhen’s memory, the watermelons were piled in the living room after they were picked, and there was food to eat every day at home. This was a rare happiness in his childhood.
At that time, Dad Ye rode his motorcycle to various villages to sell watermelons every day. They were only a few cents a pound, and he came back every day with his watermelons tanned black.
Relatives and neighbors gave a lot of the unsold watermelons to us. In the end, we couldn’t finish them all, so the pigs raised by Grandma Ye came in handy. We had a meal of watermelon and pig during the Chinese New Year, which was very delicious.
After that, Dad Ye realized the fact that others could earn hard-earned money by growing watermelons, but Dad Ye couldn't. After deducting the cost of labor, oil, seeds and fertilizers, he could barely break even.
Maybe he really had no talent for farming, and the income was not proportional to his efforts, so he gave up the idea.
After harvesting the watermelons, the bare mountain looked ugly, so Dad Ye transplanted some camellia trees. In a few years, he could pick some tea seeds and make camellia oil.
While the weeds are growing well, the camellia trees are also full of vitality, with green and red tea seeds hanging all over them. When the shell of the tea seeds cracks like a chestnut and the seeds inside are exposed, you can go up the mountain to pick them.
Thinking of this, Ye Zhen asked: "Dad, when can we pick the tea seeds?"
Father Ye picked up a nearby tea tree branch and took a closer look.
"This year, there has been enough sunshine and rain, and the tea seeds are large and heavy to the touch. They appear to be cracking earlier than in previous years, so we should be able to extract a lot of oil this year."
"In previous years, we picked them in October. This year, maybe we can pick them in September...right?"
Father Ye was also a little hesitant. The tea seeds now felt smooth to the touch, and the fuzz on the surface was almost gone. This...wasn't it about to mature?
But it's only early June now, a few months too early.
"I think it will take more than that. At most, it will take a month to pick."
Ye Zhen also leaned over to take a look. She had picked tea seeds with her mother when she was a child, but she had forgotten the exact month. A search online showed that it was from September to November, but the tea seeds in front of her looked much earlier.
After all, spiritual energy is powerful!
In previous years, there were fewer tea seeds and tea oil was only pressed for family consumption. This year, with such a bumper harvest, the tea oil will probably not be cheap.
By the way, how should this tea oil be priced?
Dad Ye doesn't know that Ye Zhen has already planned to sell tea oil. He is satisfied with it now. He doesn't care when the tea is ripe, as long as he can pick it.
Walking and stopping, we found that the pig shed was built under a steep slope with lush pine trees. It was quite a poetic scene, but it was ruined by a few pigs.
A few pigs seemed to smell something. The big pigs that were digging in the mud and chewing something raised their heads and ran towards Ye's father with grunts.
The nose was moving and was about to plunge into the bucket. Father Ye put down the hoe, raised the bucket skillfully, and turned his head to greet Ye Zhen:
"Stand away, these pigs are so dirty, they will eat their food and throw it all over you."
"I know." Ye Zhen responded while looking around.
The pig shed was a square structure built by Ye's father out of wood. On the top was a baffle that Ye Zhen bought online and covered with a thick layer of thatch. To prevent it from being blown away by strong winds, Ye's father also weighed it down with something.
There was a hole in the fence to allow the pigs to enter and exit freely. Dad Ye also made a stone trough and poured the pig food into it. Several pigs rushed to grab the food, making big swallowing sounds.
Next to it was a small stone wall with a small waterfall on it. The water gathered below to form a pool of clear water. Dad Ye connected a small pipe, pulled the pipe over, and flushed it towards the ground.
It was all dirty from the pigs' excrement, so Ye's father dug a pit behind the pig shed and flushed the shed clean with water. Ye Zhen stood by holding the water pipe to prevent the pipe from being pulled out of the puddle by Ye's father.
The father and daughter worked for a while, and the pigs were full and continued to walk around and dig the ground. After washing the things, Dad Ye took Ye Zhen to see the wild peaches.
From a distance, I could see rose-red dots on the tree. I walked closer and saw egg-sized peaches hanging on the branches. There were a lot of them, but they were not big. Ye Zhen picked a peach with half a red side and was about to wash it with water when the phone in his pocket kept vibrating. He took it out and saw that it was Zhao Feng's call. He answered it:
"Hello?"
Zhao Feng's surprised voice came: "Boss Ye, your last batch of dishes has been sold out. The response was very, very good. Many customers are asking if there are any more. Now the stock is cleared out.
"Is it time to pick the next batch from your field? It's very urgent now, everyone is waiting."
"It's really popular. Not only the vegetables, but also the plums we bought last time were sold out in just two days!"
Ye Zhen listened to the other party's speech. Before he finished speaking, Ye Zhen could already feel the enthusiasm of the other party's tone!
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