Song Tan Jishi

As Song Sancheng said, at three o'clock in the afternoon, all the peach trees had been planted.

Zhang Yanping looked at the water pump in the pond below, and the people above took the pipes and watered the trees one by one.

The rest were not idle either.

Taking people's wages for a day, although everyone works very hard, it's really not good to call it a day before the sun goes down.

So he picked up the hoe again, and simply dug two deep ditches on the side of the mountain:

"Sancheng, don't you want to plant those golden cherry seeds? See if this depth is okay?"

Song Sancheng went over to take a look: "Why not! It's just asking you to work hard, and the sapling hasn't been shipped yet."

In fact, whether you can buy it or not is another matter.

Everyone waved their hands: "If you earn two hundred yuan a day, you won't be able to do this kind of work. Wouldn't it be embarrassing to say it?"

"that is!"

"Are you going to build an iron fence or set up a frame? If it's a frame, we'll cut down the bamboo by the way today."

Song Sancheng hurriedly stopped him: "Tie the iron net, tie the iron net, don't chop bamboo, don't worry—or everyone go to my field and reorganize the land?"

"It's time to plant the seeds, and it's time to transplant the seedlings."

Also, if the water in the paddy field is about to be full, the water outlet of the pond should be blocked, and old man Li is going to put a plow on the old scalper.

Only then did everyone realize that they were descending the mountain in twos and threes with hoes and shovels on their backs, muttering:

"Thirty percent, your investment this year is a bit big, don't lose it."

Song Sancheng also had a sad face, with an honest look:

"That's right, but Tantan is planning to do a good job in the village. We are old and can't keep up with the times. We can't break the child's heart for this matter, and drag the burden of the family in the future." Heavy, it’s hard to do anything.”

This is also true.

An old woman here asked curiously as soon as she stepped into the ditch: "Huh? Sancheng, didn't I hear you say that Tan Tan was resting at home for a few months at the beginning? How does this mean that he will completely take root in his hometown in the future!"

"Don't be confused! What's the future of the girl's family staying in the village? Look at my hand—"

She stretched out her hand: "This old woman's hands are all made by doing farm work. Is it a disadvantage? There is a lot of pressure in the city, but at least you don't need to work hard."

Song Sancheng was silent for a moment, and then whispered:

"Sister-in-law, it's not that I want to ask the child to stay with me, it's because young people are out now, and the pressure is too great."

"When Tan Tan came back, we still had gauze on our head! There was no blood on his face. When I went to pick her up, her square gauze was covered by her hair. I didn't notice it at first, but later I found out that she And told me it hit me!"

"As a result, when I checked Douyin that night, there was a video on it, saying that there was a series of car accidents on the Ninghai Bridge in our city. This child was pulled out of the car by a young man wearing a mask!"

"Just a little bit, the car exploded!"

Speaking of this, Song Sancheng's eyes turned red:

"I used to tell her all the time that you should work harder in the work unit, don't argue with others when you have nothing to do, and behave well..."

"But you said, no matter how well you behave, the child has become like this, and you can still save tens of thousands of dollars when you go home."

"It's not like we haven't been to Ningcheng, and we can spend tens or hundreds of dollars for a casual meal. How do you think she saved up this money?"

If he hadn't watched the child come back to recover quickly and live happily, he really wanted to tell the story and take the child to check to see if there were any sequelae.

As soon as this was said, everyone sighed.

The aunt who spoke just now also had a bleak face:

"I regret it now. At the time when the country said it was possible to have a second child, I insisted that the grandson alone was too lonely... Now it is good. Two children go to kindergarten, and the optical expenses cost more than 30,000 yuan a year. This is still quite ordinary. Kindergarten!"

"Are there any interest classes or the like? You said that the couple have to pay the mortgage and take care of the children. Where did the money come from? I dare not ask."

"I go out to work in the second half of the year, and I earn 20,000 to 30,000 yuan to subsidize them. That's it, life is still tight..."

Have a hard time!

Everyone was chatting, each had their own difficulties, and for a while, it seemed that they naturally accepted the fact that Song Tan was farming at home.

But the movements under his hands are swift.

Originally, the land in this field had been carefully plowed by machines, but now it is just leveled with a rake, and then with a hoe, a few ridges are raised according to different vegetables...

In the first two fields, a few nimble aunts took the grown vegetable seedlings and transplanted them here, while they were full of wonder: "Sancheng, I think your Tantan family is really lucky in farming!"

"Look at this vegetable seedling, how vigorous it looks! Wait a minute, let's share two with my family. I think this pepper seedling is really good..."

"Okay!" In this regard, Song Sancheng is generous: "If you can transplant well tonight, everyone who has more will share."

There are still three or four hours before the sun goes down, and there are twenty or thirty people scattered in these seven fields, so why can't we do it?

Everyone laughed: "Then I think you really don't have enough seedlings..."

However, there is no shortage of vegetable seedlings in the village, and the person who asked the question just now was just seeing that the vegetable seedlings grew strong, so he couldn’t hold back... In the end, it was really like everyone said, after the seven fields were planted, there were not enough seeds and vegetable seedlings!

Song Sancheng looked left and right: "Don't worry about it, let's rest later, I will get some soybeans from home and sprinkle them in later."

Today is already dark, and the tea-picking helpers on the mountain have all gone down the mountain, and even the bamboo shoot diggers have stopped working early—it can’t be helped, the bamboo forest is still darker than outside.

Everyone also quit work in twos and threes, and walked back with their own kettle benches.

This long and busy day is finally over.

It wasn't until the figure faded away that Song Sancheng suddenly remembered something, and shouted loudly: "My house, everyone, come and help clean up my cousin's house tomorrow!"

Someone echoed in the distance, but Song Youde came out swaying with his hands behind his back, and then looked at the sky:

"Don't be in a hurry to call for someone. Tomb-sweeping Day tomorrow, I'm afraid it might rain early in the morning—you can call after lunch to see if it's sunny."

Song Tan was packing up his things at the side. Hearing this, his heart moved, and he couldn't help but look at his grandfather Song Youde——

Lifelong old farmers are not hypocritical, the moisture in the air has increased, and there is a high probability that it will rain tomorrow.

Coincidentally, spring rain is as expensive as oil, and with such a rain, you don't have to worry about the vegetables and peach trees planted today.

After thinking about it, she picked up another bundle of straw:

"I'm going to add more grass to the pigsty, I'm afraid it will be cold at night."

By the way, I went to see the king, and told it that I would come to the back mountain at night...

The rule in the article is that Qingming is celebrated in advance, not on the same day.

So before the uncle and the others went home to burn paper at the grave, it was actually before the Ching Ming Festival. I also specifically said that it was almost the Ching Ming Festival, so don’t get me wrong.