Who knows! As soon as I returned to the mountains to farm, I encountered a natural disaster.

Chapter 407 Melon Field

It took the two of them another half month to fence off the grain field, vegetable garden and pasture. Finally, the family's livestock no longer had to eat feed in the fence. The goats were wilted after not going out for a long time.

There are several hills in the fence. As soon as the gate is opened, they rush out. Dahuang directs their activities inside the fence. If you want to run and jump, just go to the hills and run back and forth.

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The wild grass within the fenced area is also enough for them to eat for the time being.

The two of them stood guard at the gate of the yard for two days, making sure that the livestock had adapted to life in the fence before letting the dogs graze with full authority.

I finally had time to harvest all the sweet potatoes from the field.

With the fence in place, the harvested sweet potatoes were dared to be left in the ground before they could be taken back to the house. They would wait until the sweet potato leaves were processed early tomorrow morning and then put them in the cellar.

Under the protection of a fence, you don’t have to be so anxious when doing farm work outside. You can do many things slowly, and you don’t have to worry about the unfinished work being trampled and eaten by cattle and sheep. It doesn’t matter even if it is thrown on the ground and spread out to dry, except The sweet potatoes are so dry, and the watermelon is protected.

This batch of planted watermelons finally ripened their first fruits when autumn came.

I don’t know whether it was because the ripening time coincided with bright sunshine and little rain, or because the soil planted this time was sandy loam, which watermelons like. In short, the first melon was a surprise to both of them.

As soon as the blade of the knife touched the skin of the melon, a crisp cracking sound was heard. After Mu Xi put down the knife, he opened it with both hands - the rich fruity aroma was conveyed to the nervous system faster than the tender red flesh!

In the afternoon, the sun shines in the yard and shines on the cabinet countertop through the kitchen window. In the current autumn weather, you can still hear the chirping of insects that used to only belong to summer.

The weather was still hot and dry, but the refreshing fruity fragrance that was unique to watermelon was like an air conditioner turned on to 16 degrees, instantly soothing the heat on both of them.

The watermelon was broken into two halves. Although the skin was not particularly thin, it was definitely not thick either. The flesh on the sandy soil seemed to be sprinkled with white frost, and the tender red surface was covered with a layer of crystal clear water.

This watermelon has been in the refrigerator for several hours. Zhao Yeqing could feel the coolness on his face when he came closer to smell the fruity aroma.

The watermelon weighed about five kilograms. It was not big in size, but it was heavy because it was full of water. Zhao Yeqing held a large piece of watermelon, and when he took a bite, the juice burst out in his mouth.

This watermelon, before the ground cracks, would definitely make the kind of commercial where one fruit squeezes out a bucket of juice.

Mu Xi cut out another large piece, divided it into small pieces and put it into the dogs' rice bowls. In this weather, the dogs could eat a small amount to replenish their fluids and avoid diarrhea.

Zhao Yeqing now has great expectations for the watermelons on her nearly half acre of land. If they were all so delicious, how happy she would be this year.

The two of them were walking around in the melon field just now. There were still two or three melons that were about to mature. She patted them twice and felt that they could wait a little longer. It was estimated that they would be picked in three to five days, and then they would be ready. Make that watermelon bean jam that I have been thinking about for a long time.

It can be served with noodles or rice noodles, but Zhao Yeqing prefers it with steamed buns.

When the steamed buns that I made before were used to make the wall some time ago, the two of them were casually placing them on the bar for breakfast and lunch. They had already finished eating the steamed buns. Now they will make fresh ones and serve them with freshly fried melon bean paste in two days. Isn't it wonderful?

The steamed buns were steamed in a large cage. Early the next morning, Zhao Yeqing was humming a tune and thinking about weeding the melons in the field. When he walked in and took a look, he gasped and almost fainted.