Song Tan’s Chronicle - Chapter 124.1

Given the situation, they had to make proper preparations.

A wire fence would be surrounded by a row of Golden Cherry plants on the outside, sealing everything off except for one exit at the top of the mountain and another near the pond.

While this setup might make picking peaches a bit troublesome, it would save a lot of effort on daily monitoring.

Inside the wire fence, the plan wasn’t to leave any space idle. Climbing plants like beans, cucumbers, gourds, or tomatoes—whatever could be grown there would be planted.

Song Tan spoke casually about these arrangements, as if they could be set up with a wave of her hand—in her memory, that’s exactly how it worked.

But that was in the past! Nowadays, with the internet being so widespread, unless she wanted to be seen as a modern-day cult leader or join the government as a cultivation mentor, she needed to keep a low profile…

In short, she had to act like a normal person.

A perfectly normal person.

However, her words still carried that casual, nonchalant tone, as if this were no big deal.

Zhang Yanping listened to her plans and imagined a garden full of vegetables and fruits. He couldn’t help but feel a bit excited.

“Wow, Tan Tan, you’re really good at planning now! You’ve even figured out what to do with all the nooks and crannies. Are you also planning to intercrop within the peach orchard?”

“Of course,” Song Tan replied firmly, “but not too much. Just a few early-maturing watermelons.”

Since the peach trees were being planted late in the season, even with the spiritual energy, they would need to take their time—first setting down roots, then growing, flowering, and finally bearing fruit.

Song Tan predicted that they would mature later, likely around August.

She didn’t plan to use any chemicals in the orchard—just some light pruning—so intercropping wouldn’t have much impact.

Nowadays, the shape of peach trees in orchards was carefully managed, so they wouldn’t block out all the sunlight.

Although there would still be some effect on the light, it wouldn’t be too significant.

Given that, they should make full use of the land.

Once the peach trees were planted, they could start growing early-maturing watermelons. These would mature in three months, and although the fruits wouldn’t be large, they were suitable for dense planting.

This way, they could harvest watermelons in July and pick peaches in August—perfect timing.

If they bought mature watermelon seedlings from someone else, they could even harvest in June.

Zhang Yanping shivered at her dense, terrifying plan, silently vowing to find an opportunity to escape.

After a long pause, he wiped his face and said, “If you plan things like this, I think everyone in your village will end up working for your family this year.”

Song Tan smiled slightly. “Apart from planting trees, the other tasks don’t require a lot of hard labor, so even older people can do them.”

“I’ll ask the village secretary to help organize it.”

Having the village organize it would make responsibilities clearer in case something happened. Plus, it would help improve the reputation of her family farm and give the young village secretary some positive results… Why not?

Zhang Yanping was stunned for a while before giving her a thumbs up. “It’s a pity you didn’t go for a government job at the end of the universe.”

Now, a question arose—

“With so many people working, you’ll have to provide meals every day. You can’t keep asking people to help cook, right? And my aunt definitely wouldn’t want to spend that kind of money.”

“If she had to do it every day, she’d be exhausted.”

Song Tan: …

Damn, could it be that hiring a chef is actually the most urgent matter?

She had no choice but to leave Zhang Yanping behind again and head back to the tea garden. Following closely behind Wu Lan, she helped pick tea leaves while quietly sharing what Song Hongmei had said.

As expected, when it came to Qiao Qiao’s future, Wu Lan became particularly enthusiastic.

She even said something uncharacteristically noble: “We’re not after your Seventh Granduncle’s house; we just want Qiao Qiao to learn a skill.”

Song Tan asked, “But if Seventh Granduncle really does offer the house, should I take it or not?”

This girl!

Wu Lan glared at her and replied confidently, “Take it! Why wouldn’t you? I’m just saying. Besides, if that day ever comes and you’ve done your best, you shouldn’t hold back if it’s meant for us.”

“If your Seventh Granduncle is serious about it, we’ll have the village officials witness it!”

Fair or not, people have a way of measuring these things in their hearts.