Chapter 207 The Garden of Spiritual Mist 】

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"I went to water it last night." Zhang Jiaohua said in a daze.

"Is it watered? Stop talking nonsense. Didn't you dream of watering it last night?" Zhang Manyin laughed.

How could Zhang Manyin believe it, not to mention that he didn't believe that Zhang Jiaohua dared to go to such a quiet place in the garden alone at night, let alone that Zhang Jiaohua could water all the fruit trees of more than 200 mu in one night. Even a young and strong labor force cannot do it overnight. You must know that the reservoirs at the gardening farm have dried up, and you have to carry water from the canals that are more than one mile away.

"It's really been watered. If you don't believe me, you'll know when you go to see it." Zhang Jiaohua hasn't woken up yet. She was a bit exhausted last night, and she doesn't know how much nutrition she needs to replenish to recover.

"It's really watered?" Zhang Manyin went to the gardening field full of doubts, carrying a load of silt buckets on his shoulders.

Zhang Jiwang also came over with a load of silt buckets, "Man Yin, are you also going to the garden to water the flowers?"

"That's right. Just now I went to call for flowers, but that guy was still lying on the bed and refused to get up, and said that the tree had been watered. Forget it, call for flowers is still growing, let him sleep well. I'll go to the gardening field to see." Zhang Manyin's shoulder swayed a load of silt buckets, and there was a creaking sound between the shoulder pole and the collar of the silt bucket.

"I'll go and have a look too. I drank too much yesterday and forgot about my business. Today I must water the roots. Otherwise, there will be problems with the survival rate." Zhang Jiwang completely regards the begging as his own business.

Two carrying silt buckets loaded a load of water in the ditch by the roadside, and brought them there by the way. This load of water can irrigate at most a dozen seedlings. A total of tens of thousands of fruit tree seedlings have been planted in the horticultural field of more than 200 mu. If you pick it up one load at a time, you will need at least a thousand loads. Thinking about it, it's enough to make people's heads big. But the old man has the spirit of the foolish old man who moved mountains. No matter whether it is useful or not, carrying a load of water can always save some saplings. Saving a little counts.

"It would be nice to get a water pump. The water can be pumped to the canal on the other side of the gardening field, and then it can be diverted to the reservoir of the gardening field. This will speed up irrigation." Zhang Jiwang's pole was bent into a bow shape by a load of more than 100 catties of water. When walking, it flicks and flicks.

"That's right. Let's go and have a look first. If it doesn't work, I'm trying to find a way." Although Zhang Manyin is in his fifties, he is still able to speak smoothly while carrying a burden of more than one hundred catties.

When they arrived at the gardening field, Zhang Manyin and Zhang Jiwang's eyes widened at what they saw.

"Man Yin, the beggar really told you that he finished watering last night? But how did he grow up? When we came here just now, we saw clearly that the canal was dry and cracked. How can we pass the water?" Zhang Jiwang was stunned for a long time before he said something.

Zhang Manyin didn't seem to hear Zhang Jiwang's words, and said in a daze, "It's really strange."

In the gardening field, the navel orange saplings seem to have survived, and there are still many small drops of water on the leaves. The soil under the navel orange saplings is still moist after the rain. There seemed to be a smell of water in the air. It was a clear sign that it had just rained.

"Could it be raining." Zhang Jiwang whispered, but he himself quickly denied his conjecture, "It doesn't seem like it. Rain can't only fall on the gardening field."

"Look, look, those tea trees. Brother Jiwang, look at those tea trees." Zhang Manyin pointed to the countless buds on the tea tree in surprise. Although only a bud tip had just emerged, you must know that when I saw the tea yesterday, it looked like it was dying. If it weren't for the temporary lack of time to clean up, these tea trees would have been cleaned up already. But now, these tea trees seem to be rejuvenated, and they have sprouted new buds.

"These tea trees are alive! What's going on? Did the beggar really say that he had watered it?" Zhang Jiwang looked back at Zhang Manyin, hoping to get a definite answer from him.

Zhang Manyin nodded, "Brother Jiwang, this is it, please don't tell me."

"Don't worry, don't you know who I am?" Zhang Jiaohua smiled, "The only gardener in this garden is Naidehe (Naidhe, I've done it)."

"Now that the navel orange trees have been planted, the tea trees are alive again. Will we grow tea or navel oranges in the future?" This question made Zhang Manyin difficult. Now the gardening farms are in decline, not because the tea is worthless, but because the scale of the tea is getting smaller and smaller, and the cultivation of the tea is getting more and more chaotic. In the end, it fell to the point where it is now, not because the tea could not be sold. But the quality is not getting worse. If the quality of tea can be improved, tea is also a very good economic crop.

"Do you need to ask? You also need tea leaves and navel oranges. Anyway, one is tall and the other is short, and they won't affect each other at that time," Zhang Jiwang said.

"Looking at the posture, it won't be long before we can pick a bunch of tea leaves." Zhang Manyin looked around. Although the condition of the tea trees is very bad, the number of buds that have sprouted this time is quite a lot. There are still some tea tree buds breaking out of the ground, and it won't be long before this piece of tea trees will be green again.

"It's not enough just to have tea, but also to have a suitable market. Otherwise, it will be difficult to make money from the tea trees. The gardening farm has stopped producing tea for so many years, and I'm afraid that the dealers will buy it. Even if they come to buy, they will try their best to lower the price. It is best to ask Director Luo to inquire more. Director Luo has a lot of connections, and maybe there is a good way." Zhang Jiwang is a sensible person.

"That's right. I'll go talk to the beggar later." Zhang Manyin thought for a while and said.

The gardening field is full of fog every day, which is not compatible with the surrounding environment. After all, there was no fog in this area for tens of miles, but this place was the only place where it was foggy. Some villages in Meiziao have their own opinions on this.

"It must be that the beggar used Meishan's spell. Otherwise, after the gardening field is in the hands of the beggar, it will be different from before."

"That's right. It's like the goblin in Journey to the West, it's foggy everywhere."

"Did you see that these tea trees came alive again. It seems that as long as they are covered by this fog, anything can come back to life. You can see that the navel orange saplings are growing very well. I remember that when the trees were planted, the beggars didn't even water the roots. I didn't expect them to grow much better than the trees planted by others."

"I'm already used to beckoning this guy. This guy will grow up in the future."

The fifteen coyote fell asleep quietly in the warehouse without making a sound when the villagers came to watch the fun at the gardening field. But if anyone dares to come over at night, the lesson must be profound and deep-rooted.