Most people like to plant a fruit tree in their yard. The view is secondary, and the ripe fruits are the most attractive.
Listening to her mother's inquiry, Mrs. Li shook her head and was not very optimistic about it.
"The ringo tree is gnarled and not very big. It would be easy for my mother to dig it up and plant it back. But the persimmon tree might not work. The persimmon tree we met cannot be surrounded by one person."
"I understand. You can take me to see it tomorrow. Sooner or later our yard will have to be rebuilt. It is still necessary to plant a few fruit trees at home."
Bai Yunxi stood up, picked up the persimmons in the basket and looked at them. The persimmons of this period were different from those she had seen before.
It is yellow in color, small in size, and has a core inside.
The world she lives in is technologically obsessed, and many things have been improved, optimized and re-optimized based on the original genes. Not only does it require good taste and high output, but it also requires good 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 can also be covered with persimmon frost and sold in pharmacies. Persimmon frost is also a rare Chinese medicinal material."
Baiyunxi took the persimmons and asked Li to prepare bamboo grates, peel them and dry them.
"Don't throw away the persimmon skin. Use it with the persimmons to cover the frost. The persimmons will have more frost."
Several people worked together, and the three baskets of persimmons were peeled in half an hour. Except for Du's, which were strung up with ropes and hung under the eaves to dry, the rest were all dried on bamboo grates and exposed to the sun.
"When the persimmons are soft in the sun tomorrow, take out the cores and dry them into persimmons, which will be easy to eat later. There is a big temperature difference between before and after the frost, the air is crisp in autumn, and the sun is strong enough, so it is best for drying things."
Mrs. Du nodded after listening to her mother's instructions.
"Don't worry, Mom, I'll watch it at home. It's easy to remove the persimmon core. Just use a bamboo skewer and it will take half a day."
After dinner early the next morning, Baiyunxi asked Li to lead the way, and the whole family went to the forest. In addition to picking back the remaining persimmons, they also wanted to see if they could transplant the fruit trees back.
Following 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 surround and twitched the corner of his mouth.
It is indeed a forest plant, not to mention transplanting and cutting it down is laborious.
On the other hand, the Ringo tree next to it, as Mr. Li said, has a weird shape, so it would look good if transplanted back to decorate the yard.
"Mom, if you want to transplant it, you have to do it in the spring, otherwise it will freeze to death."
Spring sprouts and autumn hides, spring sows and autumn harvests, these are the laws of nature. If this law is violated, life will not be easy.
Baiyun Xi nodded, "Then it will be moved in the spring. Remember this location. When the Qingming Festival comes, remember to dig up the forest trees and plant them in the yard."
"Don't worry, mother, my son has remembered it and will never forget it. Don't mention this Ringo tree when the time comes. When the time comes, my son will find you a grape root and plant it together. In a few years, it will grow into a grape trellis.
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Bai Anyi clapped his chest in assurance, which made Xiao Wu roll his eyes and almost hit him in the face with a persimmon.
'A nasty bastard who wants to please others.'
Bai Yunxi glanced at Xiao Wu. The guy lowered his head in panic and pretended to be busy.
"Xiao Wu, do you know how talented Bai Anbang is in reading?"
Listening to his mother's question, Bai Ansheng was stunned, pursed his lips and thought for a moment,
"Not as powerful as my son."
'Yesterday I was quarreling with him, sooner or later he will cry.'