Song Tan Jishi

At noon today, there were more than ten or twenty people in Lao Song's family.

There are twenty people who plant trees on the mountain alone, there are two aunts who help the cook, and three more who help dig bamboo shoots, plus Zhang Yanping and Zhang Wang's family, including old man Li who is watching the pond draining water. was invited over...

A total of thirty-six people!

Fortunately, there are helpers in advance, otherwise it would be too late to just set up tables, chairs and benches.

There were too many people, and the plates were borrowed from the neighbors. Fortunately, the disposable bowls and chopsticks solved the problem, which did not make the lunch feel cramped.

but……

Those who dine feel that the courtyard is quite spacious, but the seventh cousin who is huddled in the kitchen feels that he can't use it anywhere!

Not to mention anything else, just the oil pot, when making big banquets, it is always scooped out directly from the enamel jar with a big iron spoon.

But now that this is a small pot and a small stove, Seventh Cousin can't even wield his own shovel... Maybe it's because he hasn't made a big banquet for a few years, and he's born with his hands, so don't mention how awkward it is.

However, the fresh and tender bamboo shoots were stir-fried in the pan, and the fresh fragrance burst out of them, which made Qi Cousin have a proud smile on his face:

"It's a good thing that I was invited in time, otherwise there would be so many people, and my niece and daughter-in-law wouldn't be able to handle it!"

"Don't spoil my food then."

There is also a basis for saying this. Many people cook delicious food at home, but when there are too many people, they can’t handle it. It’s either salty or bland, or the level is not brought out...

Even if such good ingredients are only undercooked, Qi Cousin feels that they are wasted.

Seventh Grandma was helping him, she sniffed and glanced at him:

"What's your food? Did you grow it or did you buy it?"

"Besides, there are only a lot of people today, not every day."

The seventh cousin slumped his shoulders again in an instant.

People like them need a lot of people to show their skills!

But after thinking about it, even if there are not more than thirty people, the big family and his old couple will always have about ten or twenty people.

With his old arms and legs, he is just right to cook for these people.

It’s fun, it’s exercise, it’s still work, and it’s not too tiring——

"That's right!"

And at this end, Song Tan was asking her father: "Can the peach trees be planted today?"

"Yes." Song Sancheng vowed:

"Go to the mountain to have a look. Most of these have been planted. After eating and working, it will be over at about three o'clock."

Otherwise, so many people have been hired in vain!

Thinking of this, Song Sancheng couldn't help sighing: "Don't say it, you, Uncle Zhang, are really meticulous."

This is about Zhang Wang's family.

"The piles on the side of the mountain are full of manure, and the manure brought from his home has been filled into the soil as base manure. As long as it rains again, the peach tree will take root, and we will definitely see fruit this year. "

It’s impossible not to see it. The trees on this mountain cost tens of thousands. No results, can you not panic?

"I just hope the weather is good this year!"

Seeing her father's expectant eyes, Song Tan was also full of confidence: "Don't worry!"

The meal was lively and lively, and it seemed that the whole village hadn't gathered like this for a long time.

While eating, someone praised Qi Cousin's craftsmanship and asked, "Thirty percent, even the chef has been invited over, is there still a lot of work in the future? Don't forget to call me when the time comes." !"

Song Sancheng also laughed, showing simplicity and honesty:

"When there is work, I must count on everyone's help. Now my family is not in charge of me, and I have to listen to Tan Tan."

Someone laughed out loud: "Tantan has only been in the field a few times, what can she understand? You still have to make decisions about this field."

As soon as this was said, someone said, "Yes, I've wanted to say it a long time ago, what kind of chickpea peaches are you? We haven't heard of them here. If you want to grow them, you have to grow flat peaches. They are ugly but they are expensive. High."

"Then you are wrong. In fact, grapes should be planted, and grape seedlings are cheaper!"

"Let me tell you, there are not enough saplings to buy. I saw that the peach orchards are crowded together, but it looks so sparse here. Peach trees grow slowly..."

Everyone held their jobs and discussed in full swing, as if it was their own land, so it was arranged.

But inside and outside the words, he didn't take Song Tan, the master of the house, seriously.

Ulan's face was gloomy. She took a deep breath and raised her smiling face. Just as she was about to say something, Song Tan patted her arm.

"Mom," she said in a low voice, "you don't need to say so much now, when the fruits are harvested and sold for money, there will be people willing to listen to me."

You don't even have to wait for the fruit to be harvested, or the vegetables to mature next month. Let the villagers see for themselves whether they make money or not, and guess slowly in their hearts.

There have been old problems in the village for many years. The elders think that the young are inexperienced, the men think that the women can't do it, and the adults don't take children's words seriously.

Of course, not just in the village, but across the country. It's hard to say whether it's good or bad, and it's no longer necessary to argue with each other now.

Ulan sighed: "I understand too..."

Then she became proud again: "Did you underestimate your mother and me? Whether this year's dish is good or not, we have to see if it's luck or our place. If we can have this quality in the future, then we can speak out openly Woolen cloth."

"If you talk big now, if you don't have such a good quality in the future, wouldn't it be shameful? Your mother, I won't do it."

"We have to make a fortune in silence."

However, she was muffled, but the aunt did not mix the words of farming, but instead turned her attention to Song Tan's personal affairs:

"Oh, Tan Tan, you work in Ningcheng, why don't you find a local partner? The girl's family, it's hard work to come back and farm."

"Exactly! How old is Tan Tan this year? I have a cousin..."

Song Tan: ...

She was not afraid, but rather generous: "Okay, Auntie, just bring that beautiful relative boy over here. If anyone can dig a tea mountain for my family for a month, I would like to meet him..."

As soon as he said this, everyone burst into laughter.

Even the aunt who suggested it was all smiles: "Why are you so smart at your calculations? I guess your father would not even want to do the job of digging tea mountains..."

Digging tea mountains is usually during the summer vacation, under the high temperature and scorching heat, ordinary people really can't bear it! Whose boy should have this perseverance, no matter where he goes, he won't be looked down upon.

Song Tan also smiled: "Look, auntie, I'm good-looking and strong, don't you have to pick and choose twice?"

Chatting in the village is like this. Many people don't think carefully about what they say, just speak out quickly.

Everyone is used to this carefree way, and the more generous they are, the more confident they are in their hearts.

At this moment, everyone understands in their hearts - Tan Tan from the old Song family has high vision, and most people dare not introduce him!

Also, it's late, don't wait.

I will strive for a few more days this month, let me pick a good and auspicious day...