Song Tan Jishi

After Song Tan finished his speech, he showed Xin Jun the words of clarification—after all, he came to be a serious tutor, so he couldn't just ruin his innocence.

Xin Jun: ...

It doesn't matter whether Cheng clarifies or not, anyway, he is unlikely to give up his job for the sake of his girlfriend for the time being. Really Rice Bowl.

But the problem is——

"Song Tan, didn't you just say that you planned to hire someone to cut the rice to choose a boyfriend? Why do you want a golden house now?"

And these are all tiger and wolf words!

Exercising is exercising, what about core flexibility... the combination of the upper and lower sentences is yellowed!

Song Tan thought for a while: "Oh, that may be because my hobbies are changeable—but isn't it normal for people to have multiple hobbies?"

"What hobbies?" Zhang Yanping passed by and said casually, "It's normal to have various hobbies!"

Xin Jun stared at him angrily—"We're talking about the type she likes! You didn't listen to what she said, she likes a variety of things!"

"It's normal!" Zhang Yanping, an Internet expert, couldn't understand Xin Jun's madness: "The little girl now, what kind of milk dog, uncle, or domineering president... She doesn't make a choice, she wants to!"

Song Tan applauded quickly: "Yes! I am such a person!"

Xin Jun: ...

...

Because the classmate association had to coordinate according to everyone's time and arrangement, Wu Qianqian couldn't deliver the watermelon she wanted for a while.

As for the 50 watermelons ordered by the guy from the police station, since he had already brought a few away, he could last for a day or two for the time being, so he was not in a hurry.

Song Tan looked at the pre-sale list on the Internet, thinking about how much to sell tomorrow... Turning around, he saw Old Man Li wearing a straw hat, swaying slowly.

"Tan Tan, let me see how the weather has been in the past few days? If it is good, I will start to drain the fields today, and we can prepare to harvest the rice."

"Ah!" Song Tan became excited - her rice!

This can be harvested?

The local people don't grow double-cropping rice very much, so she made a bold attempt relying on her aura. Some time ago, I observed that the growth was quite good, but I didn't expect to be able to harvest in a blink of an eye.

Song Youde got out of the room when he heard the news, and when he saw old man Li, he was very happy:

"You still know how to serve the rice. I walked there the day before yesterday and saw that the ears of rice were heavy, full and big, and I didn't even want to pinch them off..."

Old man Li was even more embarrassed: "What are you talking about?"

"We have been growing rice all our lives. When did we grow rice that is resistant to insects and disease-free? A plant with such full and strong spikes! In the early years, whoever's rice was planted like this, everyone from all over the world had to come and see... or Your rice seeds are well selected, I don’t even understand what kind of nutrient solution Tan Tan added to it.”

No wonder now that rice can be grown casually to yield more than 1,000 catties per mu. Science is still different.

The two looked at each other, and both felt that the other was very good.

Song Sancheng was also happy from ear to ear:

"For so many years, I have always missed the taste of this rice at home! I feel that if I buy other rice in the future, it will not have a fragrance."

Song Youde glared at him: "You are not out of your mind. What kind of rice did we grow? Can it taste as good as the Wuchang rice that Tantan bought later?"

They used to grow ordinary indica rice, the kind that costs two yuan a catty in the supermarket now, not crystal clear, but also gray with a little yellow, and the taste is not very good.

It means high yield, strong resistance to lodging by diseases and insect pests, and low cost, so every household grows it.

In terms of taste, it is indeed far worse.

Song Sancheng was not convinced: "The variety of rice is not as good as others, but the rice harvested by my own family always tastes like rice. The one I bought is crystal clear, and I always feel that there is almost something..."

Zhang Yanping nodded—he had been connected to a grain merchant before, so he knew a little bit about it:

"That's true. Because if you want to sell the rice now, you have to have good packaging, look good, and keep it as long as possible."

"So we used to take the threshing machine out of the shell and it was done. When cooking, we had to pick out the sand and broken shells inside..."

He was the most impatient to do this when he was a child.

"But now the rice needs to be polished, of course it will be crystal clear."

But the most nutritious germ layer has been ground away, so it's all starch.

This is also the reason why rice is not recommended as the staple food in all recipes when losing weight in recent years.

It's not because the rice is bad and nutritious, but because of the current processing method, its nutrition cannot be preserved.

Unless you buy expensive germ rice with a short shelf life, you will deliberately keep these nutrient layers.

Song Youde didn't quite understand what a germ was or wasn't a germ, but it didn't prevent him from understanding it. At this moment he sighed:

"Anyway, I can eat enough now, and when I'm full, let's talk about nutrition and taste... This year's rice is nutritious, so I will eat more at that time."

He thought about it very openly, but he couldn't help worrying at the moment: "But now the yard is full, how can I dry the rice on the two acres of land?"

The little old man's memory of threshing rice still stays in the time when the sickle was cutting the rice.

At that time, the harvested rice had to be picked back, pulled to the drying ground to dry it out, and then manually pulled the heavy round stones to grind them over and over again to remove the ears.

Finally, dry the dust, and then pound the rice...

In a word, busy farming involves planting seeds and rushing to harvest. It's so hard that I can't even shed tears!

Zhang Yanping was taken aback:

"How to dry it?"

Don't you use the harvester to walk in the field for more than ten or twenty minutes, harvest the rice, smash the stalks, and just pile up the remaining grains in the open space to dry?

Song Sancheng laughed.

"You young people, you just don't take money seriously—we only have two acres of land in total, and it's still a mountainous area. If you ask someone to drive a harvester, how much does he have to pay for an acre of land?"

If the whole village harvests, or in the Great Plains, the price for harvesting an acre of land is 80-150, which is acceptable to everyone.

Because people can earn money back by quantity.

But he only has two acres, even if it is 150 acres, labor, oil costs, plus machine wear...is it enough?

It's still a hot day, who cares about doing this business?

But if you add money to one mu of land, for example, add it to 300-God! Then Song Sancheng didn't dare to think about it.

The state regulates the price of grain, and the price of grain cannot be raised. If this is the case, the two acres of land will not earn a penny for a year of hard work, and they will have to pay back!

Of course, they didn't intend to sell it, but as long as the financial accounts are settled, no one can part with the money.

Zhang Yanping was at a loss——

"Otherwise, in such a hot day, we have to manually harvest, when will we have to do it?"

The so-called "Wangshan runs dead horse". Two acres of land, people say it lightly, if you really do farm work, you can't see the end if you bend down...

Harvest yourself?

He shuddered, unable to imagine.

Thank you for your reward. Please help me remember, and I will update it after the new year.