"That's good."

Song Wen nodded, thought for a while and said, "Come here, I'll give you a few more bottles of nutrient solution."

As he said that, he returned to the house and took some dunk bottles filled with spring water for Zeng Xin. It is hard to say that this thing is spring water. It sounds better to say that the nutrient solution is better, but judging from the efficacy of the spring water, it is nothing to say that it is nutrient solution.

"You should do it as usual after taking it back. You don't need to hang it after using up the nutrient solution, but you should solve the problem of soil and environment quickly. In addition, when the weather is cold, you should also pay attention to preventing freezing."

"Yes, I will prepare it when I go back. I have asked someone to test the soil. I guess the soil around the small-leaf red sandalwood will be replaced in the next few days. The environmental problems will probably be solved tomorrow. Master, do you think you have any instructions?" Zeng Xinyong said respectfully.

"It's gone, that's about it."

"Then I'll leave first."

Song Wen sent him out, looked at his back as he was leaving, and shook his head. There are some things in the world that are really uncontrollable.

Zeng Xinyong found out that Xiaoye Zitan came alive in the morning, so he wanted to call Song Wen to pay the good news, but he felt that the call was not respectful enough, so he drove over in person. Unexpectedly, Song Wen was not at home, so he couldn't go back like this, just waiting at the door.

It was cold and he couldn't stand it in the end, so he went back to the car and waited, and hadn't even eaten lunch, just to tell him about this.

After a few miles, Zeng Xin changed the soil in the fields around the small-leaf red sandalwood, planted some trees around it, and tried to create the feeling of a primitive jungle in India. After the work was done, he invited friends to visit and took advantage of the opportunity to promote Song Wen's magical tree management methods. His original intention was to spread Song Wen's reputation so that no one would know him in the deep mountains, but he didn't know that Song Wen didn't want to become famous at all and didn't want to manage trees for others.

If everyone thought it was luck to treat Chi Qiaosheng's old wintersweet last time, then curing Xiaoye Sandalwood this time is a real skill.

For a moment, the person who heard it was upset.

The name Song Wen also spread rapidly throughout Nanzhou, the southern Fujian flower world, and even some people in the flower world in Fujian knew about it. His tree management ability was also passed this time, and it was truly recognized by people in the flower and tree world.

In recent years, Nanzhou flower enterprises have developed rapidly, accounting for almost 30% of the total GDP in the city. Many of them are self-produced and sold, and some buy various strange-shaped flowers and trees from foreign countries to meet the current curiosity needs. These flowers and trees bought from foreign countries cannot survive 100%. They either have this or that problem. In the end, they see that the flowers and trees they bought for a lot of money have become empty, and I don’t know how many people sigh and cry for this.

Now Song Wen has such ability, but it is a popular thing. Everyone wants to find him to manage trees. It is precisely because of this that Song Wen's quiet life has been broken.

Early in the morning, after eating, Song Wen took a machete, hoe, and saw and came to the hillside opposite the lake to clear the weeds.

The weather has become colder this time, and it seems that frost has been applied. I don’t know if the peach trees can be planted with the spring water in Ruyi Fan. If he can’t, he will have to wait until next year to plant peach trees. If he is one year away, he will have to eat a lot of peaches.

The hillside that is recessed by the lake is not very large, almost five acres. There are piles of rocks rushing down from the mountain on the hillside, and the soil is not very good. If you want to plant peach trees, you can say that you have a long way to go!

It takes a lot of effort to clean up the five mu of land.

Song Wen slowly cleaned up and suddenly saw an off-road vehicle breaking out of the mountain. He glanced at it, ignored it, and just cut off a bunch of thorns in front of him.

The off-road vehicle came to the parking lot and stopped, and a middle-aged man got off from above.

Song Wen looked at it and was very surprised. Isn’t that Huang Xiaojun’s uncle? He seems to have no friendship with him, so why is he doing here?

Huang Guoliang came to the courtyard and saw that the courtyard door was open, so he was about to go in.

When Xiaohuo saw the stranger, he immediately stood up from the cushion on his lying down and started screaming.

When Huang Guoliang saw it, he quickly retracted his foot that had been stepped in and did not dare to go in. He looked inside and saw that there was no one in the room.

So he stood outside the yard and shouted inside: "Song Wen, Song Wen..."

After shouting a few times, no one responded. He thought that the person inside didn't hear it, so he continued to yell.

But I heard someone answering behind me: "Here."

When he turned around, he found someone on the hillside opposite the lake, waving a hatchet to say hello to him. He hurried over.

When I arrived at the lake, I saw Song Wen standing on the opposite hillside with a hatchet, and I didn’t know what I was doing?

"What are you doing there?" Huang Guoliang asked.

"weeding."

"Don't hoe anymore, come here, I'll ask you for help if I have something to do."

"What's up?"

"You come here and talk about it."

Song Wen had no choice but to clean up and carry the bamboo stow back.
Chapter completed!