Ye Fangxuan was still licking the peach juice dripping onto her hands, licking every single finger.
Song Fanxing felt a chill run down her spine.
She closed her eyes and entered the spiritual spring space, intending to plant the rice she had just harvested.
The corn in the space hadn't been picked for several days, and the ears were all old and hanging on the tree.
Song Fanxing chopped away with a knife, and the corn stalks fell down.
She picked the corn and threw it into baskets, filling 10 large baskets in total.
She grew stronger and stronger, and easily carried the corn outside the bamboo house, arranging it in a row, which looked quite impressive.
They threw the corn stalks directly into the peach orchard, where they quickly blended into the soil.
Song Fanxing didn't turn the soil over; she simply threw the rice stalks into the ground and watered them with spiritual spring water. The rice absorbed the water, so she watered them several times to make sure the seeds were well-hydrated.
Recently, Song Fanxing had more vegetables than she could eat, so she stopped planting vegetables and only left sweet potatoes in the ground to feed the pigs with the sweet potato vines.
She went to the henhouse and looked at the hen, who was so comfortable that she was about to fall asleep.
She guessed that the chicks would hatch in the next couple of days.
She hatched a total of 20 eggs, which would eventually produce 20 chicks. As they grew, they would become 20 roosters and hens. The roosters would be raised and slaughtered for food, while the hens would lay eggs and sell them on the black market to supplement the family income.
With nothing to do, Song Fanxing lay on the bamboo chair and enjoyed the unique sunlight of the spiritual spring space, which made her drowsy, and she did indeed fall asleep.
"Hey sis, wake up, wake up! Why are you so sleepy? You're like a little piggy."
Song Yaohua pinched Song Fanxing's little ear.
Song Fanxing was woken up and opened her eyes.
"Second brother, you're out of school. Where's eldest brother?"
"I'm going to heat up the food."
Song Yaohui heated up the extra dishes and sweet potatoes he had made that morning and brought them to the table. Before the three siblings could even sit down, Fang Min and Ye Fangxuan had already started eating.
Song Fanxing was also impressed by the mother and daughter. Ye Fangxuan was alright; she knew how to sweep the floor. After all, she was so young, so Song Fanxing didn't have high expectations for her.
Fang Min is just outrageous; she's incredibly lazy. Ever since she came to their house, she hasn't left the yard. She just eats and lies around all day, and when she gets hungry, she eats again. She's lazier than a pig. Their pig, on the other hand, at least knows to walk around in its pen after it finishes eating.
After lunch, the Song brothers rested for a while before going to school.
Song Fanxing no longer needs to deliver meals to Fang Jie.
Fang Jie ate two ears of corn left over from the previous day when she left home in the morning. She delivered food to Fang Jie around 10 o'clock. She would wait until she got home after work to eat dinner.
Song Fanxing would often wander over to their family's private plot of land when she had nothing to do.
The sweet potatoes, potatoes, peppers, eggplants, green beans, cucumbers, and scallions in my private plot are growing very well and are lush and green.
Other people's things have long since disappeared, but because she comes over every few days to water them with the spiritual spring water, her vegetables keep flowering and bearing fruit. She no longer needs to use her space to grow vegetables; the vegetables in her private plot are enough for her whole family to eat.
Afterwards, Song Fanxing took the opportunity of delivering food to Zhuang Jie to harvest soybeans and wheat.
The rice planted in the spiritual spring space has already sprouted ears, lush and green, growing extremely well.
The chicks have also hatched, a total of 20. Their feathers are yellow and smooth, and they are lively and adorable as soon as they hatch.
Song Fanxing originally planned to build a chicken coop, otherwise so many chickens would eat everywhere, and her grains and vegetables would suffer.
But she found that her chickens were very well-behaved, as if they knew what they should eat and what they shouldn't.
They would run straight into the peach orchard to find insects to eat, or eat fallen peaches, never going to the rice paddies or the spiritual spring.
This is so convenient!
That day, Song Yaohui and Song Yaohua didn't have to go to school, so they took Song Fanxing out to deliver food to Fang Jie.
When I passed by their private plot, I saw a figure in their field.
Song Yaohui immediately roared, "Which bastard stole my vegetables? I'll beat him to a pulp!"
Old Mrs. Song slowly stood up.
"You little brat, who are you going to beat up? Open your dog eyes and look around, I'm your grandma!"
The tone showed no embarrassment at being caught; on the contrary, it was quite arrogant.
There was a basket at Old Lady Song's feet, filled with eggplants, green beans, peppers, cucumbers, and two large sweet potatoes and three round potatoes.
You don't need to ask to know what she's doing.
Song Yaohui asked unhappily, "Grandma, why did you steal my vegetables?"
Old Mrs. Song immediately roared, "What do you mean by stealing? This is also my Song family's land. What's wrong with me picking some vegetables to eat?"
She found it really strange. The vegetables in their own plot of land had long been eaten up, and the ones that couldn't be eaten were too old and had been pulled up. Only the vegetables in her eldest son's plot of land were growing rapidly. The green beans were hanging heavily on the bamboo poles, looking very tempting. The cucumbers, eggplants, and peppers were hanging from the branches, and the sweet potatoes and potatoes were huge. She was so envious.
Actually, she had secretly come to pick them several times before, but she didn't expect to be caught by them this time.
But she wasn't afraid; she was their mother, their elder.
Song Yaohui and Song Yaohua blushed. Faced with such a shameless woman, they really didn't know how to refute her, nor could they scold her.
Song Fanxing: "Grandma, we've separated our family. When you kicked us out, we agreed that we're now two separate families. The vegetables we grow have nothing to do with you. If you want to eat them, you need our permission. Picking vegetables from the field without asking is stealing."
Old Mrs. Song glared at her. "You brat, what do you know? You were still a nobody back then, not even born into your mother's womb yet. What do you know? What family division? Even if you leave Songjiatun and move to the city, you're still part of the Song family. If I go there, you'll still have to serve me. What's wrong with me eating a few of your vegetables now? And you're still greeting me? You unfilial brat!"
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