Song Tan Jishi

The morning in early April is still slightly cool.

Early in the morning, old man Li led the cow to the edge of the paddy field.

The cow was thrown aside and sauntered to eat by himself in the barren field, but he skillfully rolled up his trousers.

The rough, black-scarred feet stepped into the soft mud, even though old man Li felt that he was physically strong this year, he still couldn't help shivering——

"Ouch, it's so cold!"

Just as he was talking, he saw Song Tan from the bank coming over with a load, which was full of strong seedlings, bundled into bundles and neatly placed on top of them, piled on top of each other, extremely full.

However, she carried it on one shoulder, with one hand resting lightly on the shoulder pole. With her familiar posture and unstressed movements, she seemed to be a burly man instead of the thin girl in front of her!

Seeing this, old man Li couldn't help but let out an "ouch" again:

This girl's family is really good at farming!

Song Tan stood by the field and looked at him: "Grandpa Li, why did you go to the field? The water is so cold!"

To be honest, after stepping in for a while now, old man Li's feet were sunk in the mud, but he felt a little warm.

The clothes on my body are thick and I don't feel cold.

So he also remembered the pride he had when he was sweating profusely in the rice fields, and said loudly:

"It's okay, transplanting rice seedlings, you can't compare to me!"

Song Tan hesitated for a moment - she must be inferior when it comes to manual transplanting.

If you use magic...

I moved my fingertips, and tried to lift up the bundles of seedlings in the load——

well!

Barren spiritual energy is especially useless, so it can only be lifted. Like a snap of the fingers, the magnificent scene where every cluster of seedlings are planted into the field may never be seen again in this life...

But no matter how well the seedlings are planted, it can't stand the old man Li now.

Song Tan was a little anxious: "I'm planting rice seedlings ahead of time. The water is so cold. I really don't plan to ask you to go to the field today."

When she said this, old man Li was still not happy:

"Why, you think I'm too old to do it right? Throw down the seedlings, and I'll plant them for you right away! Let's see which one of us grows better!"

"Let me tell you, your father is no match for me."

The incomparable Song Sancheng also rushed over at this moment, seeing old man Li in the field, he was instantly happy:

"Uncle Li, you came early!"

As he said that, he took off his rubber shoes, rolled up his trousers and went down to the field without hesitation, and immediately——

"Oh, the water is so cold!"

Can it be cold? Song Tan was furious.

Even Song Youde, who came after him, also scolded at the bank: "You two are really! How many years have you not planted the land, and you have forgotten how many months it is now? Tan Tan said to transplant rice seedlings, and you dare to follow along?!"

"If I hadn't seen her picking up the seedlings early in the morning, I wouldn't have known that rice would be planted right now."

They don't grow double-cropping rice here, so rice transplanting usually waits until the end of April and the beginning of May.

My granddaughter is great, she has never been allowed to go to the field to plant seedlings when she grows up so big, but she herself met a seedling, so she planted it in early April.

If the time is not up that day, can the things that grow out be good?

Song Tan was also embarrassed.

This time it was actually her mistake. After all, who cultivates the land depends on the time of the day?

Not to mention two crops a year, if you don’t pay attention to the taste and variety, it’s okay to crop twice a month.

She took a step back in embarrassment, and exposed the seedlings: "Grandpa, look, how strong my seedlings have grown. If I don't plant them again, they won't grow well."

Song Youde looked down: Well, it is indeed a strong seedling that has never been seen before, and the green ones are almost dripping with oil.

He also cursed without anger in his heart:

"It's really crazy. Why didn't our breeding grow so well in the past?"

It's also the default.

After all, the seedlings have been pulled, and now it’s impossible not to transplant them!

As for experience...he has a lot of experience in transplanting rice seedlings.

Standing on the shore now, he rubbed his legs desperately a few times before going down to the field.

It is indeed a bit cold.

But it’s okay, I just looked at my son who was still stupid in his age, and then at the old man Li who compared himself with the young man next to him, he snorted again: "Tan Tan, go back and tell your seventh cousin, Drink more ginger soup at noon."

"Okay," Song Tan replied, "Grandpa Li, don't worry, drink more at noon, and I'll boil another bucket to help you and grandpa take it home at night. You can soak your feet to drive away the cold."

"You can't be careless with your body!"

But old man Li looked impatient: "Oh, why are you moaning, it's cold ahead, we are still touching lotus root in the lake-throw down the seedlings!"

Song Tan had no choice but to stand on the shore at the moment, picking up bundles of seedlings and throwing them down the rice field.

After a while, a load of rice seedlings was thrown away, and the two paddy fields were almost evenly distributed.

She also rolled up her trousers, and her white and tender feet stepped on the grass, which made Song Youde's face darken:

"You son of a bitch, what do you want to do?!"

"Your girl's house is in the field, and the cold air enters the body tomorrow, but you will feel better!"

"It's okay, Grandpa." Song Tanzhong said angrily, "I'm really not afraid of the cold."

However, there is a kind of fear that makes parents think you are afraid.

Even Song Sancheng scolded with a frosty face: "Stand, don't come down! Only these two fields, the three of us can't finish it? Go back."

What are you doing back home?

He didn't think about it, and finally changed the topic: "Go to the city and buy me a small tricycle."

Song Tan: ...

All right, no water without water.

As they said, it takes half a day to work on these two fields, and it's not bad for me.

Just as he turned his head and was about to move, he asked Song Youde: "Grandpa, I think everyone drives a small tricycle, how about buying one for you?"

Song Youde smiled instantly from ear to ear: "You child, if you have a lot of money, you can just mess around. I'm old, what do I want that for?"

Just as Song Tan was about to nod, he quickly followed suit: "Then why don't you buy one? Grandpa has money, so I'll give you the money."

Song Tan turned his head and left: "No, no, my dad is rich. He said he would quit smoking this year to save money."

That's a big deal!

Song Sancheng trotted immediately, struggling a few steps forward in the mud:

"I didn't say it, I didn't say it! Tan Tan, have you planted that tobacco yet?"

Turning his head to please Song Youde with a smile: "Dad, I know you like to smoke this dry tobacco. This year, I specially asked Tan Tan to plant a row of tobacco for you on the edge of the field."

"If we dry our own rolls, it must be enough."

As soon as the words fell, Song Youde had already skillfully pulled out the smooth and oily cigarette stick pinned to his waist, and slapped him hard on the arm——

"What's the matter? You smoke cigarettes, but I smoke those free tobacco leaves, right?"

"Is it so difficult to ask you to pay me for a car? Once Tan Tan asked you to pay me, you can see how anxious you are..."

"Isn't it just money? I have it! I'll give it to you when I get back."

Song Sancheng: ...

Dad, I really didn't mean that!