Being scolded as a poor widow, I relied on supernatural powers to counterattack in ancient times

Chapter 185
Most people like to plant a fruit tree in the yard, the scenery is secondary, and the ripe fruit is the most attractive.

Listening to Mother's question, Mrs. Li shook her head, not very optimistic.

"The forest tree is lumpy and not big. It's not difficult for my mother to dig it up and plant it again, but I'm afraid the persimmon tree won't work. The persimmon tree we met couldn't be hugged by one person."

"Got it, take me to see it tomorrow. Our yard will have to be rebuilt sooner or later. It is still necessary to plant a few fruit trees at home."

Bai Yunxi got up and took a look at the persimmons in the basket. The persimmons in this period were not quite the same as the ones she had seen before.

It is yellow in color, small in size, and has nuclei inside.

The world she lives in is in a daze of technology, and many things are improved, optimized on the original genes, and then optimized, not only requires good taste, high yield, but also high appearance.

Under these harsh conditions, the genes of many things have been changed, a lot of technological work has been added, and the original flavor has been lost.

"This sun-dried persimmon cake can also be covered with persimmon cream and sent to a pharmacy for sale. Persimmon cream is also a rare Chinese herbal medicine."

Baiyunxi took the persimmons and asked Mrs. Li to prepare a bamboo grate, peel the skins, and dry them in the sun.

"You can't throw away the skin of the persimmon either. Use it to cover the frost with the persimmon, and the persimmon frost will be more."

Several people worked together, and the three baskets of persimmons were peeled in half an hour. Except for the ones Du Shi strung up with ropes and hung them under the eaves to dry, the rest were all dried on bamboo grates and exposed to the sun.

"When the sun is softened tomorrow, take out the core, and then dry it into persimmons, which is convenient to eat. The temperature difference before and after the frost is large, the autumn is crisp and the sun is strong enough, so it is the most suitable for drying things."

Mrs. Du listened to Mother's instructions, nodded,

"Don't worry, mother. I'll watch at home. The persimmon core is easy to remove. With a bamboo stick, it will take half a day."

After eating early the next morning, Baiyunxi asked Mrs. Li to lead the way, and the whole family went to the forest in a mighty way. Apart from picking the remaining persimmons, they just wanted to see if they could transplant the fruit trees back.

Along the Xishan trail, Li and his wife led the way. Half an hour later, Baiyunxi looked at the persimmon tree that was difficult for one person to hug, and twitched the corners of his mouth.

As expected of a forest plant, let alone transplanting, it would take a lot of effort to cut it down.

On the other hand, the forest tree next to it, as Li said, has a weird shape, and it would be nice to transplant it back to decorate the yard.

"Mother, if you want to transplant, you have to do it in spring, or you will freeze to death."

Spring hair and autumn harvest, spring sowing and autumn harvest, natural law.Breaking this law will make life difficult.

Bai Yunxi nodded, "Then move it in spring, you remember this location, and when it's Qingming, you remember to dig the forest tree back home and plant it in the yard."

"Mother, don't worry, my son will remember it, and he will never forget it. Don't talk about this tree, my son will find you a grape root and plant it together. It will grow into a grape trellis in a few years. "

Bai Anyi patted his chest to reassure, Xiao Wu rolled his eyes and almost hit him in the face with a persimmon.

'A cute and obedient bastard. '

Bai Yunxi glanced at Xiao Wu, the guy lowered his head in a panic, pretending to be very busy,

"Xiao Wu, do you know how talented Bai Anbang is in reading?"

Hearing his mother's question, Bai Ancheng was taken aback for a moment, pursed his lips and thought for a while,

"No son is great."

'Yesterday I was joking with him, and sooner or later he will cry. '

(End of this chapter)