For some reason, rain began to fall in South Wales the day after the Yeang sisters moved to Wales, further alleviating the fears of Lin Yilong and other forest farm workers about the bushfires.

Well, I can't describe it as "alleviating", but I should say that Lin Yilong's worries have shifted - during the dry weeks ago, Lin Yilong was worried about the trees and meadows in the forest farm, and now Lin Yilong is worried about the saffron cultivated in the flower beds.

Saffron loves light and grows very quickly in the hot sun, but it grows slowly during rainy seasons.

The time of this rain did not come at the right time, the saffron has just set small flower bones and will not ripen, and if the rainy weather continues, the forest farm flower garden will face no harvest.

It's useless to worry, saffron and tree farm trees are staggered and grow on the same plot. Whether it is the scorching sun or the wind and rain, the thunder has to endure together.

As a forest owner, Lin Yilong paid far more attention to fire than to saffron. When the trees are gone, so is the saffron as a cash crop, and when the saffron is gone, the forest farm just loses its income, unlike some farmers who take out a large loan for fertilizer and farm machinery and then end up losing the entire farm.

No one has the patience to honestly do the primitive accumulation of personal capital, especially in the field of agriculture, where all the means of production -- irrigation facilities, production machinery, chemical fertilizers, and electricity -- need to be bought with money, and if there is no capital, many people, including the government, will try to lend to the peasants, and the only means of production that the peasants possess with collateral value is land.

Take a 600-head family sheep farm in Wales as an example, if the year is good, it can sell 500,000 pounds worth of lambs, wool and cashmere, which is not directly earned by the farmer, but also writes down the cost of selling and selling services and transporting finished products, which can account for more than one-third of 500,000 pounds, that is, about 190,000 pounds; Vaccines and insurance will be in excess of £160,000, wages and benefits for two agricultural workers, £60,000 per year in labour costs, and operating profits will be £90,000. That was not all, for without the backing of the bank, the peasants would have to pay 20,000 pounds a year in bank interest, as well as almost the same amount in taxes and social insurance. In this way, a farmer's net income in a good year is almost 50,000 pounds, and it can be inferred that in a normal year there is only a net income of 25,000 to 40,000 pounds and an agricultural subsidy of almost 5,500 pounds.

Don't forget that farms are almost self-financing, and once there is an unexpected sheep plague, or the price of forage rises, and the next tree farm does not want to continue to waste the land from Bracken Tree Farm to Bracken Ranch and other small probability events, the farm can basically declare bankruptcy, and can only watch those big men sitting in the office of London's Financial Street directly move their mouths to re-occupy their farms according to the mortgage, and become tenants of low-rent houses in County Council Coal Mining Towns with high unemployment.

The business of small shop owners in towns is similar. Taking job stability into account, agricultural and industrial skilled workers who get dead wages in various industries are happier, and Lin Yilong, a senior assistant in the middle-level of enterprises, civil servants, and white-collar workers is the most secure in life.

Without these problems, Lin Yilong, who is only worried about the growth of saffron, is undoubtedly a happy person. On rainy days in summer, it is not suitable to go to the beach, but it is not a way to be bored at home, so I took the Yeang sisters to the forest farm flower garden to "enjoy the flowers".

"These flowers are so beautiful. Vera exclaimed, "The smell is good, too." ”

"Whether we can have some jam this year depends on them. Lin Yilong said, "Each flower is worth about 20 pounds." ”

"20 pounds?" Vera looked at Lin Yilong with wide eyes, "This must be made of gold." ”

"Not really, but it's pretty much the same. Lin Yilong replied, then took out his mobile phone and showed Vera the introduction of saffron.

"There's no pests and diseases here, and there's drip irrigation pipes buried under the flower beds, which are mainly used to deliver fertilizer. Lin Yilong introduced, "There are no weeds nearby, and there are no hares, when the flowering period is open and mature, just find a sunny day to pull it out and dry it." ”

It is very romantic to walk in the flower field, and it can be thought that one step will cause a loss of a hundred pounds, and Vera is not too afraid to approach the flower garden.

Following the road, Sister Yeang followed Lin Yilong to a beehive.

"Do you remember the honey your father bought to resist the treatment of low blood pressure?" Lin Yilong pointed to the beehive and whispered, "That's it, it took me a lot of effort, there is nothing we can get some honey from here to eat, as long as all the queens of the hive don't die." ”

"These little things are very sensitive and afraid of people, we have to avoid talking loudly, and many little lives may die of heart disease. Lin Yilong stopped and stopped Nadia and Vera from approaching further, "These bees don't sting, so you don't have to be too scared if they fall on you." ”

Nadia and Vera snuggled tightly beside Lin Yilong, Lin Yilong's upper arm felt the rapid beating of the Yeon sisters' hearts, and knew that they were still a little afraid of insects, so he took them out of the flower garden and went home.

Summer sunsets in South Wales are very late, and by 7:30 a.m., the sky is still bright. The Yeon sisters took a shower between the gym pools on the first floor and began to prepare dinner.

Lin Yilong doesn't fire when he lives alone in the Bracken Forest Farm, and he solves three meals a day with the forest farm workers, and the kitchen refrigerator has a bunch of Coke left except for the expired fresh juice and milk cheese cake, and there is nothing to eat.

"Yilong, there's nothing left in the fridge. Nadia said, flushing expired milk and juice down the drain and putting the plastic bucket and carton for juice in the same green recycling bag.

Lin Yilong hurriedly got up, took the recycling bag, and put the carton in the pink bag that he had taken out of the closet.

"The recycling policy in Middle Glamorgan is not the same as in London, it is more detailed. "Reopen the closet and explain to the Yenn sisters about the garbage sorting and recycling.

"I saw this small gray bag, which was biodegradable, and after it was filled, it was sealed and placed in a green closed garbage disposal bin. Lin Yilong pointed to a trash can placed on the side of the closet, and took out a pink recycling bag, "This is a recycling bag for glass and waste books and newspapers, and the green ones that Nadia took just now are plastic and metal." The two bag colors come in a rotation once a week. ”

"In addition, there are such black bags, which are used to hold miscellaneous garbage such as rags, tin foil and broken ceramics. Lin Yilong said, "Since there is nothing to eat, let's go out to eat, it just so happens that I also kind of want to eat hot pot." ”