Chapter 461 Tropical Fruits
There is not just one peach tree in the forest. Such a big peach tree has lived for so many years, and countless fruits have been eaten, and the cores have been thrown around, so small peach trees have grown there long ago.
It’s just that the peach trees are not very old, so they are not used for picking peach blossoms or peaches. The big peach trees cannot pick all the peaches, let alone the small peach trees.
If you really want to plant it, it would be faster to transplant a small one directly. If you start from seeds, it will take at least three to five years to see it bloom.
Mu Xi shook his head: "No, I'm keeping it to make medicine."
“Peach pits as medicine?”
Mu Xi placed the peach pit on the cement floor at the door, cracked it open with a hammer, and took out the peach kernel inside. "This can be used as medicine. It's good for your health."
Zhao Yeqing has occasionally suffered from menstrual pain since the extreme cold. It's a pity that there is no safflower, otherwise I could prescribe a dose of Peach Blossom and Four Substances Decoction for her. After drinking it for a period of time, her complexion would visibly improve.
Now there is only peach kernel, which can also be effective when combined with medicinal herbs from the mountains.
Every year when Mu Xi went to various places to chop wood and collect food, he would pick the herbs he saw on the way. The stock at home was increasing, and daily minor illnesses and pains were cured before they even occurred.
Zhao Yeqing said he understood: "Then I'll get more peach kernels."
Mu Xi paused, then resigned himself to continuing to peel the peaches.
There weren't many peaches in a bag, so Zhao Yeqing ate a few in the morning and couldn't bear to eat them anymore. He thought of the idea he had yesterday: "It's not impossible to dig up a peach tree and plant it back home."
Mu Xi was cutting lotus root slices: "I guess we have to wait until the peaches are out of season before we can dig them. The monkeys probably won't be around anymore."
Zhao Yeqing thought it was okay, so he spat out the peach pit in his mouth, crushed it, and put it on the drying rack outside.
The water used to wash the lotus root puree yesterday has settled down. The upper layer has become clear, and the white powder has settled at the bottom of the bucket.
Zhao Yeqing carefully tilted the bucket slightly, poured out the water on the top, scooped out the still moist lotus root powder paste inside, placed it on a large round dustpan, and waited to dry before putting it away.
The two of them worked together and made the lotus root powder much faster. Yesterday, Zhao Yeqing could only make 30 kilograms by himself and couldn't do it anymore. Today, the two of them worked together and finished everything before dark.
Mu Xi went outside wearing protective clothing, took down the full beehive, scraped off the honey on it, filtered out the beeswax, and then soaked the osmanthus flowers that had been dried today in it.
We have collected a lot of beeswax at home. Last year, when we were free, we made two lip balms. The skin feel is not as good as the ones bought, and we are not familiar with the proportions, but it is usable.
After the lotus root powder was processed and almost dried, Mu Xi noticed that the weather had changed a bit. He planned to transport the tea oil fruits back as soon as possible, rather than wait until it had rained and the road would be difficult to travel on.
It was not a good idea to go alone, so Zhao Yeqing extinguished the flame in the gasoline barrel in the drying room, closed the gate and followed Mu Xi.
The tea oil fruits were served in bamboo baskets, and there were more than ten baskets in total.
It took them most of the day to move everything. Mainly because the distance from the slope to the outside of the woods could only be transported by electric bike. The bamboo baskets tied with ropes at the front and back could only transport two baskets at a time. The tea oil fruits are not light in weight, and if too many are stacked, it will be difficult to ride a bike steadily.
At this time, Zhao Yeqing was very impressed by the Indian brothers' cycling skills. It was no problem for them to carry seven or eight people in one bike.
When the last basket of tea oil fruits was being transported, Zhao Yeqing saw more than a dozen round fruits on the top of the basket that were not tea oil fruits.
He raised his hand and took a look at it, and asked in surprise: "Passion fruit?"
Mu Xi walked over to the car and helped Zhao Yeqing open the door: "Yes, I saw it at the door of a family. Maybe it hadn't turned red before, so we didn't notice it. I saw it from afar when I entered the village just now, but there was only one fruit on the tree, that's all."
For passion fruit, fertilization and weeding are secondary, the most important thing is pollination.
Generally, fruit farmers who grow passion fruit will carry out artificial pollination to ensure the pollination rate. They pick the blooming male flowers, gently scrape the pollen with a small cotton swab or bamboo stick, and then touch the pollen to the stamens of the female flowers to complete the pollination.
The plant that Mu Xi saw was not small, but the number of fruits was indeed not large, only about a dozen or so. This must be because it was not fully pollinated.
The two knew a lot about passion fruit, which was one of the most important economic crops in the rural revitalization plan of their hometown a few years before the ground fissure. Even if they did not go back to their hometown, they would see old classmates posting pictures of passion fruit grown at home on their WeChat Moments.
From time to time, I would buy some when I feel hungry to support my old classmates who have returned to their hometown to develop their careers. From their words or news reports, I can also see the booming development of my hometown because of these crops.
Zhao Yeqing was about to break one open to taste it, but Mu Xi rushed him into the car: "You go up first, I'll move the food to the trunk, and we'll eat it when we get home. If you eat juice all over your hands now, it will be sticky and uncomfortable in a while."
All right, she smacked her lips, resisting her desire. The passion fruit hadn't been opened yet, and just smelling the outer skin was enough to make her dizzy with the fragrance. She didn't know how delicious it would be when she put it in her mouth.
As soon as he got home, Zhao Yeqing worked faster. In no time, he unloaded all the tea oil fruits from the back box. He pulled up the hem of his clothes and put all the passion fruits in it.
I went back to the kitchen and poured it into the fruit basket. I washed my hands and couldn't wait to break it open.
The rich aroma of tropical fruits hits you in the face, rushing in and out, completely unlike the refreshing wild fruits in the mountains.
The description is that most of the people in the mountains are beautiful girls, and the passion fruit is like a passionate and unrestrained girl.
The flesh with black seeds inside leaked out a little juice when squeezed, and Zhao Yeqing hurriedly scooped up the flesh with a spoon and put it into his mouth.
I was prepared before eating it, thinking it might be sour, but the sourness still made Zhao Yeqing tremble violently.
So sour that my scalp numbs.
Probably because there was no fertilizer, Zhao Yeqing drank some water to ease the sour taste. Hearing Mu Xi's footsteps, he adjusted his expression and planned to trick him again.
But Mu Xi was prepared. As soon as he came in, before Zhao Yeqing could speak, he said, "I don't want to eat. Don't try to trick me this time."
He knew the passion fruit was very sour the moment he smelled it, so he wasn't fooled this time.
Zhao Yeqing snorted, scooped the other half of the passion fruit pulp in his hand into the water cup, scooped a large spoonful of honey into it and added water.
Honey passion fruit tea, now it tastes much better.
Mu Xi took out the largest passion fruit from the fruit basket, cut it open, and Zhao Yeqing asked, "Didn't you say you didn't want to eat it?"
"Don't you want to plant it?"
Zhao Yeqing choked and stood obediently aside watching him deal with the passion fruit seeds.
This thing is not difficult to grow, but if it is too difficult to grow, it cannot become an economic crop on a large scale.
The passion fruit seeds were covered with moist cotton cloth, sprinkled with water, and placed in a dark place.
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