Song Tan Jishi

On the contrary, Grandma Seven shook her head: "I just love the soft and sticky fried rice."

Song Tan was not picky anyway: "Okay, after the mountain land is acquired next year, there will be plenty of fields, so we can plant whatever we want to eat."

"Millet can come to two acres."

"There is also wheat, and we will grow more this winter."

"By the way, Seventh Cousin, there are sorghum corns planted at the foot of the back mountain. If you don't want to eat coarse grains later, you can use them to make wine."

"OK!"

Grain wine is still brewed by myself, the seventh cousin loves it so much!

He couldn't help nodding: "You said you, if you knew you had this kind of farming ability, tell me that you didn't have enough money when you were building mountains! I still have some old money to lend you, so you can pack more."

Song Tan laughed: "That can't be done."

Among other things, at first she paid 60,000 yuan for farming and her family, and she could hear Song Sancheng and his wife sighing at night.

Besides, there were not so many people in the house at the beginning!

Song Tan pondered: "When I go to the village to sign the contract, during the Chinese New Year, the branch secretary Xiao Zhu said to help me get in touch, to see if any young people who return to the village want to stay at home and work in farming."

Only in this way can the manpower be turned around.

Those words aroused Qi Cousin's melancholy again——his son...

never mind.

The Seventh Cousin forced himself to calm down: the person who will provide for him in the old age is in front of him, so he can't be greedy.

When people are greedy, they end up with nothing.

At this time, Ulan swept up the rice husks raised earlier, and then carried them back to the mountain in a familiar red plastic bucket:

"Mom, do you feed the pigs? Let me feed them, you take a rest."

Song Tan shouted quickly.

"Need not!"

Ulan waved her hand: "There aren't many rice husks, so I'll make some pillow covers tomorrow. I'll feed these to the chickens first."

This stuff used to be stuffed in pillows at home!

Song Tanjing thanked Bumin: "No, no!"

Rice husk pillows are just like buckwheat pillows. If they are not turned over frequently, they are prone to mold and insects. She is not so diligent.

Ulan also laughed: "There is no shortage of pillows at home, why should I make them? It's just to tease you——Okay, you can rest, I'll feed the chickens."

The chicks have been raised for several months, and they may be able to lay eggs next month. Leave the rice husk for them to plan and play with, and it can also be used as a nest for eggs.

She walks freely, and the originally somewhat pudgy figure has lost weight at some point, but her figure is much more vigorous, and her complexion is more rosy than before.

Even... Nowadays, during the busy farming season, I have time to tease the grown-up children.

Song Tan looked at her back, and once again felt that it would be the best thing to stay in his hometown to farm.

...

The rice is simmering in the pot, and the wooden pot lid can't cover the attractive aroma at all.

After drinking the rice soup, everyone was sweating profusely, couldn't help but went out to smell it a few more times, and then took a sip of tea hungry——

Well, the stomach and intestines feel even duller, and the sound of gurgling keeps coming and going.

Sitting there at the moment, the saliva is constantly spreading.

Until nightfall, Song Sancheng and Song Youde happily brought back several baskets of rice with his electric car. And Wu Lei was holding a scythe with his head down, his shoulders slumped, and he staggered back step by step, like an old zombie...

"Is it time for dinner?"

The students in the living room sat up in shock from the dying illness, and lay down directly in front of the window!

Tired and hungry, Wu Lei had no idea what everyone expected of them.

He was tortured this afternoon, and now he returned to the yard numbly, only put down the sickle, and climbed directly to the third floor by grabbing the railing of the stairs.

Song Tan also asked: "Brother Wu Lei, do you want to bring you some food?"

He wanted to raise his hand to say hello, but felt that his arms and waist were going to be broken, so he could only answer in a low voice with bitter tears.

Among other things, all he wanted to do now was to wash himself off, then throw himself on the bed and sleep in the dark.

It would be better if you can not wash it.

But forget it, I can't afford to lose that sloppy face in front of Jojo.

...

And at this moment, Seventh Cousin quickly mixed the remaining few cold dishes, and the meal was finally ready!

Everyone didn't waste a minute to give way, and went straight into the restaurant and sat down!

It was almost time to knock on the bowl and wait for the meal.

Song Youde originally said that he would eat it again tomorrow, but he couldn't move his legs when he smelled the rice fragrance. Song Tan had no choice but to yell at Qiao Qiao to bring grandma over again—there was another table in the kitchen for my family to eat alone, but it didn't affect anything.

Holding his job bowl in his hands, Song Tan planned to go to the restaurant to accompany his old classmates to enjoy the friendship of the landlord, but as soon as he entered, he saw that everyone had already started cooking!

What kind of pleasantries before meals, lively chats during meals, including persuading people to drink and drink...

None at all.

At this moment, everyone buried their heads, snoring from food. Where is this restaurant?

It was clearly another pig farm!

But...it's good.

Song Tan also sat down happily, and then took a big mouthful of rice in satisfaction - this rice is really white, really fragrant, so delicious!

Sitting next to him was the squad leader, who was sobbing while eating: "Song Tan, Song Tan, you have such a good life, why are you so low-key when you go to school? Whenever you say that the food at home tastes like this, I Would you like to come and be your son-in-law?"

"Don't worry, there will never be a dragon king returning after three years..."

"I dare not!" Song Tan laughed: "I'm afraid your parents will call you later."

In their small place, the old people still value this kind of thing very much.

The female classmate next to her was also full of food and wanted to cry: "Yes! If I knew your food is so delicious, I would definitely be your sister when I was in school! Let's eat, live, and sleep together, and return to your place together." At home..."

On the other hand, Wu Qianqian managed to regain her senses after fiercely digging into half a bowl of rice, and then haughtily "hummed":

"Song Tan, I'll buy 20 catties when the rice leaves. Tell me how much it costs."

At worst, I will go to her father to ask for it.

Song Tan was taken aback for a moment, then looked at Qianqian who had regained her wealth with a smile on her face, and then sighed regretfully: "No way, the rice hasn't been typed yet."

"And you've seen the rice planted this year. That's all. Our family has a large population and we can eat it. We don't have enough rice, so we don't sell it at all."

As soon as these words were said, it was like a thunderbolt from the blue sky, shaking the entire dining table into silence!

For a long time, the squad leader also had tears in his eyes: "Are you really not selling it?"

"Really can not."

Song Tan shook his head helplessly: "Just tell me, how much is the harvest of these two acres of land? Look at your appetite, our family also eats this amount. Not enough to eat!"

A group of people who have never done farm work, even if they don't know anything, but after thinking about it in their hearts, they know that a meal will definitely eat a lot.

But...but this rice is really delicious!

For a moment, everyone felt the same pain.

Alas, I'm hungry to write to myself...Hold on, or I'm afraid I'll fall asleep when I'm full!

There is also a change, it will be later.