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

The two of them were not very good at choosing the leaves to feed the silkworms. Zhao Yeqing deduced based on common sense that the ones that were too old might not be suitable. It was not known whether such small silkworms could chew them. The ones that were too tender were afraid of being insufficient in fiber and nutrients.

Finally, I chose mulberry leaves that were yellow and green, not old or tender. I picked only a few pieces, tore them into pieces and placed them next to the silkworms.

In a sense, this thing is more interactive than most pets. For those who like to feed and are not afraid of bugs, raising silkworms is very relaxing.

These little bugs, as big as their butts, have not turned white yet, but are still black. As soon as they are fed, they will start to work hard. Zhao Yeqing can stare at them eating for half an hour.

When raising silkworms, you must pay attention to ventilation, otherwise you will easily get sick. The basement is relatively humid. When Zhao Yeqing came out of the basement, he opened the door and turned on the exhaust fan inside. During the extremely cold days, charcoal was burned underneath to keep the livestock warm, and several exhaust fans were installed.

Anyway, the gasoline was not used up now, so Zhao Yeqing very proudly opened it all, allowing the inside to be ventilated for 24 hours, and also put a lot of charcoal to absorb moisture and remove odor.

The ventilation inside is good, which is not only good for raising silkworms, but also can store some things that are not suitable to be placed down there, such as straw, licorice, and corn cobs.

Originally, the corral in the basement had a concrete floor, and the partition wall in the middle of the corral was movable. Now there is no need to keep animals underneath. Mu Xi demolished all the partition walls and turned it into a 'Datong Pao'.

There is also a cement floor, which is very convenient for storing things. The two of them sorted out the messy things in the yard, leaving more than half of the entire front yard empty.

It's clean and spacious, and I feel a little better looking at it.

The sun is just right in midsummer. When I look outside during the day, it looks like it has been filtered through Hayao Miyazaki's anime. The only sound of the wind is the rustling of leaves.

The birds in the backyard sleep during the day and are active at night. The sparrows that often came here were driven away by Zhao Yeqing. They couldn't even hear a bird chirping during the day. After being busy for so many days, the two of them lay down in the room and slept well. A nap.

The temperature was 35 degrees, the air conditioner in the room was turned on, and the cool breeze of 26 degrees Celsius was blowing slowly. The air conditioner fan blades swayed left and right, blowing the curtains, and the light and shadow flickered. It was a good sleep.

Just because I slept so well, I was afraid that I would accidentally oversleep, so I went to bed at one o'clock at noon and set the alarm clock for three o'clock. When the alarm clock rang, the two of them got up in a daze. Zhao Yeqing turned off the air conditioner and touched the I touched a piece of particularly warm skin on my arm.

It was the air-conditioning fan blades that blew the curtains, and the ray of sunlight coming in from the outside hit her arms impartially, bringing a touch of warmth that didn't belong in an air-conditioned room.

There was a hint of warmth that was incompatible with the coldness on the skin next to him, making the skin next to him feel cold. Zhao Yeqing got back into the quilt, raised his hand to push Mu Xi, who was sitting up, down on the bed, and stuffed his body into his arms very skillfully.

It's getting warmer.

The air conditioner outside blows cool breeze, and then you cover yourself with a thick quilt to keep you warm. This is the correct way to open the door in summer.

By the way, there is still a watermelon missing.

Mu Xi was afraid that she would fall asleep again and be unable to sleep at night, so he tried to coax her to get up: "Before going to bed, I put the ripe watermelon in the garden in the refrigerator."

Zhao Yeqing struggled a little under the quilt. In the end, the lazy man defeated the greedy man. He immediately made an excuse: "Don't worry, I froze it before going to bed. It's only been two hours now. The ice inside must not have penetrated yet. I can still lie down for another hour." .”

Mu Xi couldn't laugh or cry, so he could only take a step back: "You can lie down, but you can't fall asleep, otherwise you won't be able to sleep again at night."

Zhao Yeqing nodded repeatedly to ensure that he would not fall asleep. Mu Xi got up from the bed first and walked to the kitchen to cut the watermelon into small pieces. It was the dog days of summer recently and he should not be able to eat any ice, but the watermelon was helpless. Ripe.

This summer watermelon is warm when left at room temperature, which makes it uncomfortable to eat. If you put it in the refrigerator for two hours before eating it, it won't be too cold, but fortunately it is cold, so it is refreshing and relieves the heat.

When Zhao Yeqing eats watermelon, he likes to hold half of it and eat it with a spoon. But the dog days of summer are special. Eating half of it at once is not good for the body. Leaving it in the refrigerator without finishing it can easily breed bacteria. Mu Xi cut off a smaller half. Cut the skin into pieces and take it to the room.

Zhao Yeqing was lying down playing with his mobile phone, holding the quilt sideways, his feet swaying.

In a room with poor air circulation, any smell will be obvious. The moment Mu Xi opened the door, a scent of watermelon drifted into Zhao Yeqing's nose along with the wind that came in through the door.

The air conditioner has been turned off, and the temperature in the room has risen several degrees in just twenty minutes. The cool watermelon is just right for someone who is still sleepy in bed after a summer nap.

Zhao Yeqing took one bite and felt the cool watermelon juice across his throat. He felt so comfortable that goosebumps appeared all over his body. "It's a pity that there aren't many grown this year, so I won't be able to enjoy it."

There is also the melon bean paste that I couldn’t eat after all the twists and turns last year.

You can’t drink the watermelon juice anymore. You have to save the melon meat to make sauce. There aren’t many fruits this year. The only ones that can be made into drinks are sweet tomatoes and grapes. Bananas and citrus are not yet ready to be picked.

In the summer, there is always something missing if there is no drink in the refrigerator.

"The sheep is almost ready to give birth. After that, we can boil some goat milk and drink it ice-cold."

In previous years, some jasmine flowers were always added to the boiled goat milk. The wild jasmine flowers in the mountains have recently reached their flowering stage and will be gone in another month. Zhao Yeqing wants to go to the mountains to pick some in the next few days.

"Let's pick some sweet-scented osmanthus by the way. The two flowers are very close to each other." Mu Xi said, still recalling the time when the peach trees bore fruit last year. "The peach trees seemed to have bore fruit at this time last year. These peaches are not as good as the honey peaches." Eat it, add some sugar to make a drink, it should be good."

The sweet stalks in the field have reached the final harvest time. The one I ate yesterday had a high sugar content. After the sun goes down, Mu Xi plans to take the sweet stalks back.

The homemade sugar-pressing equipment has not been used since it was used once. Zhao Yeqing got up from the bed after eating half a plate of watermelon. If the sun goes down to collect the sweet stick, now he has to squeeze the sugar out of the wood before the sun goes down. Brush the equipment, clean it and take it to dry.

After moving the equipment out, he found that a thin layer of moss had grown on the wooden equipment that had not been used for a long time. It was a bit slippery. Zhao Yeqing took a palm bristle brush and scrubbed the equipment inside and out several times before putting it away. Drying in the sun.

During this period of time, the sky will slowly darken at seven o'clock in the evening. When Mu Xi reaches six o'clock, after the sun sinks into the mountains to the west, he goes down to the ground with an ax to harvest the sweet stalks.

This sweet stalk is different from straw and corn stalks. It is much harder. The original harvester can harvest it, but it is easily damaged. This thing is damaged and cannot be regenerated. The two chose to harvest it manually.

As soon as I left the yard, I saw the wild geese standing by the fence and cursing.