Song Tan Jishi

Unreconciled fans wandered the store.

There is one thing to say, the pictures are really beautiful, the artistic conception is really good, and the comments below seem to be true...

But things are also really expensive.

Is this really reliable?

I asked the shopkeeper, and the other party said that there are no peach blossoms in full bloom now—that’s right, it’s already May, and if you have to ask for peach blossoms, only oleander is left.

Everyone closed the shop a little depressed, while some were unwilling to come here, and finally turned their attention to other things in the shop.

——For example, the well-received tea aromatherapy bag, such as white fungus that can be stewed in a pot for 80 yuan.

Another example is 20 yuan a catty of Chinese cabbage...

Although in the end I found out that the hateful thing is that there is no free shipping, but Huahua has eaten like that, and there is no free shipping... Maybe you can try it, right?

...

And in Yunqiao Village.

The whole old Song family was busy again.

Song Tan went up the mountain with a basket while calling Brother Zhang.

Under her strong request, no one in the family went to help pick the petals, and because of this, she was able to come to Taolin openly.

Seeing that Zhang Wang's family, who were working, went to clean up the duck shed, the mountain was quiet, only Dawang and Dabai stretched their necks, as if they knew something good was going to happen.

Song Tan's fingers moved slightly, and a breeze rose out of nowhere, and then wrapped around a few peach trees that were blooming in the corner, blowing the peach petals on them.

They fluttered in mid-air, their landing point was intentional or unintentional, but they all entered the big basket at her feet.

Among them, one or two pieces of fish that slipped through the net were blown by the wind from different directions, slowly, slowly, like fluttering butterflies, they fell in front of the king's nose.

At this moment, its two dog eyes were focused on its nose, until Dabai next to it made a "crack", and swallowed the peach blossom with one mouthful!

King:! ! !

It became a little angry from embarrassment, and now it gave a low "bark", and opened its mouth to bite Dabai's neck.

But Dabai lowered his neck, stretched forward, continued to act like a fighting goose, and rushed to Song Tan's side with a scream, and then turned his head to look back.

Goose's voice is really loud.

When Zhang Wang's family in the duck shed by the pond heard the sound, they couldn't help stretching their heads over to have a look. Seeing that it was Song Tan, he smiled and went into the shed again.

Song Tan: ...

She grabbed Dabai's neck and shook it in the air: "You're making trouble again."

Dabai opened his pea-eyed eyes, looking at her innocently.

Beside her, the king also slowly walked over, arching his head on her arm affectionately.

"Okay, okay." Song Tan let go of his hand, and put Dabai on the ground. His neck was raised high, and he uttered another "quack".

"Okay," Song Tan pointed to a layer of withered petals on the edge of the peach forest: "Eat it if you want, don't trample the melon vine."

With a sip of Dabai's flat mouth, it immediately became a flower petal.

But the king was looking at the scattered petals in the grass with difficulty, at this moment he let out a hum from his nostrils, and finally sat down firmly again.

Song Tan found out by accident and couldn't help laughing:

"I didn't realize that you still have the burden of being an idol? Did your original master praise you too much?"

It obviously doesn't want to eat on the grass.

Speaking of the original master, the king sat up straight in an instant, then stared at Song Tan closely, and let out a short and soft sound from his mouth:

"Wow!"

"Do you want to ask him how he is? It should be very good, and the posts on Moments are also very positive. Some time ago, I called and insisted on online shopping to send you dog food, but I refused."

"Wow!"

"Is it? Dog food is expensive, and it's cheap. It's good for us to eat leftovers at home. Look at you, shiny and oily, isn't it better than starving and freezing with him?"

"Wow!"

"Okay, okay, I got it, don't speak ill of him. When he earns back the big villa one day, he will come to take you away, will you still follow?"

"Woooo..."

The king's two front paws moved uneasily, and at this moment his tail was wagging, and a continuous sound came from his throat.

It has never considered this question.

But Song Tan knew that its former owner Wang Zhen really loved it.

If he saw the majestic and free-spirited appearance of the king now, I am afraid that he would not say anything about taking him back.

What's more, if he makes a comeback and wants to return to the freedom to feed the king, I'm afraid it won't be done in a year or two.

It's just... the king doesn't know, does he?

On the one hand the new master and on the other the old master. It promised the new owner that it would take care of the home for her, but the old owner also liked it.

At this moment, the king's dog life is facing a very important and severe choice.

For a while, it didn't care about peach petals or big white.

Seeing that his whole dog was depressed, Song Tan poked her dog's head: "It's okay."

"Your former master told me that as long as you are good, he is more at ease than anything else."

"And he hasn't earned back the villa yet, you follow me first. When he can afford your food, we will stay here for a month and watch the forest for me. Stay with him for a month to accompany him .How about it?"

If this method is for children, it is really hard to say whether it is good or bad.

But for the simple-minded king, the dog is already very satisfied!

So he yelled "Wow, woof, woof", and then jumped left and right on the edge of the peach forest, his excitement was obvious.

Then, it gently held Song Tan's clothes, and brought her to the middle of the peach forest, where the sun was the most scorching. It poked its nose among the watermelon vines, and then looked at her expectantly.

Song Tan took a look—a small watermelon with a dark green wavy pattern was hidden among the green melon vines!

The small watermelon is already the size of a fist, and this is the batch of early melons that were planted. Small in size but quick to mature.

Look around again, and sure enough, the watermelon grows bigger in the sunniest place than in other places!

After all, they grow vigorously, and the efficiency of absorbing spiritual energy will be better. Song Tan decided to keep these watermelons for himself!

Looking at Taolin, there are still many places where watermelons are as big as ping-pong balls.

"My lord, you are really sensible!"

At this moment, Song Tan was not stingy in arousing the aura, adding another touch to the king.

In the distance, Dabai suddenly stretched his neck with a "quack", and then flapped his wings unwillingly and rushed inward——

"Quack quack—"

Why can the king make a small stove? It clearly can't!

It also quacks! ! !

The peach blossoms are still dancing in the wind, and the baskets of pink petals have gradually filled up.

Song Tan stretched out his hand, and pressed it on the big white little yellow hat, his spiritual energy surged, and only then did he quiet down his fluttering wings and that old voice.

And the other hand spread out, and I saw a spiritual energy whirling slightly in the palm of my hand.

Thick and full-bodied, compared to the barely visible aura when he just returned to his hometown, it is already an extraordinary improvement.

Song Tan gathered his palms together, thinking that today is really a good day.

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