Song Tan’s Chronicle - Chapter 104.1

A soft “ding” came from the phone in her pocket, but Song Tan was too busy herding a group of baby chicks and ducklings toward the field to notice.

Bees, their tiny bodies covered in fluffy pollen, filled the air with a constant buzzing noise, creating a lively hum all around the field.

A chubby bumblebee flapped its wings desperately, barely managing to stay in low flight before clumsily crashing onto a purple vetch flower. It spent a long while without even sticking its head into the bloom and almost toppled the tender stem over. The bee’s wings fluttered wildly, making it look especially awkward and pitiful.

Song Tan couldn’t help but laugh. Then, she pulled up the netting nearby and guided the chicks and ducklings to another part of the field where the pollen had already been collected.

It was early April, and without her interference, little grasshoppers and caterpillars had all come out, attracted by the spiritual energy. They were all plump and fresh.

As a result, the little chicks and ducklings ran wildly, flapping their small wings before diving headfirst into the field! To them, it wasn’t just a field; it was a granary!

Not only could they feast on grass rich in spiritual energy, but they could also eat the tender insects that had consumed the grass. Even from a distance, you could hear Big White’s loud quacking on the other side, clearly enjoying another happy plunge into the pond.

The ducklings Song Tan bought were pitifully small, so to ensure they grew quickly, she sent in quite a bit of spiritual energy, which made the nearby water plants grow especially lush.

However, there were already plenty of black carp and grass carp in the pond, and they thrashed around, eating up the water plants in their vicinity.

Big White swayed leisurely on the water’s surface, occasionally picking at a few floating duckweed, fully enjoying the tranquility of this pastoral scene.

But it seemed like only the animals were enjoying themselves.

For instance, Song Tan had just returned from doing some work on the mountain and now had to take on another task.

Even Qiao Qiao wasn’t idle; he had taken his honey-extracting bucket and tools, dragging Zhang Yanping along to the mountain.

That’s right. Brother Yanping, who had always resisted labor reform, had managed to escape the hard work of going up and down the mountain through positive performance (successfully acquiring five-year-old seedlings of eagle beak peaches for eighty yuan). Now, he only needed to help Qiao Qiao with his work.

This made him overjoyed and filled with gratitude. Even with the heavy bucket in his hands, he felt as if he was walking on air.

The sound of the tilling machine grew louder as it came closer. The uncle sitting on the machine smiled and asked her, “Song Tan, I’ll give these remaining plots a rough till today, and tomorrow I’ll do the finer tilling one by one. Does that work for you?”

“Yes, Uncle, that’s fine. You decide how to arrange it. After finishing here, there are a few more plots at the bottom of the hill that need your help too.”

“Alright!”

Everyone in the village paid close attention to the farming season, and he didn’t dare slack off. If he did, his reputation could easily suffer.

After all, around the Qingming Festival, it was the prime time for planting crops.

This season, he had made quite a bit of money by helping Song Tan till her fields, so he felt quite pleased with himself and paid extra attention to the depth of the tilling.

Song Tan, after fencing in the chicks and ducks, ignored the struggling bumblebees and honeybees and instead grabbed a basket and walked to the two fields on the outer edge, where the greenery was particularly vibrant.