Song Tan Jishi

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Ulan glanced at her: "You are tolerant, so why don't you send him to the back of the mountain?"

Song Tan nodded: "All the ripe melons on our mountain are big. Uncle Zhang's legs and feet are not convenient. It's too hard to pick melons by himself and carry them to the car."

"You said Brother Wu Lei, a young and strong boy, if he doesn't do physical work, who will?"

Good guy!

Song Sancheng couldn't help but look at his daughter, and then asked her: "If you really want to be lazy, can you still hit him?"

"How is it possible?" Song Tan smiled: "My brother Wu Lei doesn't value anything else, it's quite embarrassing."

We are talking about human beings, if you want to pay attention to etiquette, integrity and shame, even if you go astray for a while, you can turn back more or less.

Otherwise, why bother?

"My Uncle Zhang eats more salt than he eats rice, can he not be cured?"

That's right, Wu Lei wore a straw hat and walked through the back mountain in a beautiful mood, through the woods, and then around the peach forest.

There are still not so good memories of him and Lili here, and it is also because of the live broadcast here that this is called Lili's career Waterloo...

But now for me, it is a good place to be lazy.

Let’s just talk about the deep and shallow shadows under the fence, and you can still reach the bright red tomatoes when you stretch out your hands, how wonderful it is!

Besides, in the peach forest, there are also shaded places to play. Even on the outermost layer, there is the thatched shed that Zhang Bo built to keep watch at night...

With Uncle Zhang around, the dog and goose wouldn't easily come here. As long as he finds a place with good geomantic omen, he can use his mobile phone for a day!

Just as he was dreaming happily, Uncle Zhang yelled, "Cousin Tantan, right? Young man, come on, give me a hand, and send this big watermelon to Sanlun."

Uncle Zhang sighed: "I have bad legs and feet, and I'm getting old, so it's really hard work!"

Wu Lei was taken aback.

He didn't have any doubts at all, and now he only responded enthusiastically: "Okay!"

Then he stretched out his hands, sank his body, and hugged that big melon that weighed twenty catties!

...

At the foot of the mountain, Song Tan saw that the cloth bag in his hand was almost full of rice grains, so he called Zhang Yanping to exchange for a new bag.

I took the rice to the plastic sealing machine on the side, wrapped it in a thick plastic bag prepared in advance, and then vacuumed it and compressed it——

Soon, a five-jin bag of rice was packed like a square brick.

Seeing this, Qi Cousin asked, "Why are you doing this? Let's eat at home, so there's no need to pretend like this."

Song Tan remembered the beautiful bouquet of flowers that had been raised in his grandfather's house for more than a week before withering, and now he also responded: "I gave it to someone else, and I will post it in the afternoon."

But Ulan also remembered something: "By the way, Tan Tan, pack a few more 10-jin bags, and send them back to Yanping's house, uncle Ni's house, your aunt's house..."

As for the uncle's family, no one mentions it at all now.

Ulan didn't mention it, Song Youde silently cleaned up the broken stones in the flower bed, and didn't say a word.

"okay!"

As Song Tan spoke, he quickly weighed and packed bags, and then couldn't help but ask again: "Brother Yan Ping, you really don't plan to go back and take a few days off?"

Zhang Yanping waved his hand: "You can go on vacation, but you don't need to go back."

You don’t need to clock in to work here, you just need to wake up smelling the aroma of rice, which is no different from going on vacation.

He is not like Wu Lei, who still does hard work every day.

"My mother and I are on video every day, and it's really inappropriate to go home recently."

In his mother's eyes, Tan Tan is very good, but the place where he can't stand working is the countryside!

In the countryside these days, everyone feels that there is no future for them, and they have to go to the city with all their heart, and it is best to have an iron rice bowl.

But... Zhang Yanping thought to himself: Where can there be such food in the iron rice bowl?

He even traded his savings, and couldn't help but wonder, when the branch secretary Xiao Zhu came next time, he would see if he could buy a homestead in the village and build a house for himself...

If possible, he would love Tan Tan Qiao Qiao seventh cousin for the rest of his life!

But this matter has to be considered in the long run, firstly, it will be difficult to get through the damn pass, and secondly, the money on hand is not enough.

After thinking about it, Zhang Yanping looked through Tao Taobao's backstage message:

"Tan Tan, a few days ago, many customers asked if our store has old coarse sheets for sofas, can we get them?"

"No, no."

Song Tan answered simply and neatly.

Their village has never been famous for its textile industry, and the old coarse bed sheets are made by others, so there is really no output.

Nowadays, there are basically no people who can do this. There are a lot of them sold online, so there is no need to force them in this store.

"Okay, what about Qiao Qiao's straw mat? Many people have taken a fancy to his live broadcast yesterday. I watched the replay, and it is estimated that if it is more expensive, some people will want it."

"What straw mat?!"

Song Youde regained his spirit.

"You made it up!"

Zhang Yanping smiled: "The green one is like emerald, so beautiful, and it's cool to sleep on!"

No, Qiao Qiao doesn't need to turn on the air conditioner to sleep at night, and has to put up a small quilt.

He couldn't do it anymore. Although the night in the village was a bit cold, it was only in the second half of the night, and the central air conditioner had to be turned on in the first half of the night-it stands to reason that he didn't sleep badly! Just those old coarse sheets.

Song Youde immediately became proud: "That's right! I can weave a straw mat with my craftsmanship, and it must be stable."

But I couldn't help but tell the truth: "But the color of the straw mat is so beautiful, I haven't seen it before."

After all, the rush grass was sprinkled with plant ash to repel insects and kill bacteria, and it was left to dry in the sun...it's no wonder it doesn't fade.

But the grass this time is strange. It has been dried under the sun for so long, and it has been sterilized and dewormed, but the color is still so fresh and transparent, and it seems to be even better.

Song Youde couldn't help admiring this bamboo mat for a long time.

"But we didn't pay attention to the edge of the field. It seems that there is no grass."

The little old man was not without regrets.

Song Tan suddenly remembered: "Yes."

Pointing to the back mountain: "Grandpa, wait for two days, I will negotiate a contract with the village, pay the down payment, and turn around, the mountain behind will be ours."

"There is a grass pond, and there is a big depression on the side, all of which grow."

In fact, she lied, she didn't grow that much, even a little sparse.

But grandpa helps the family to work every day, but he doesn't pick tea leaves like grandma. He has a serious job, and he doesn't want to give him money...

Now it is more comfortable to find a career for the little old man than to take money from his children.

as expected!

Song Youde became energetic in an instant, put away the half-picked stones in his hand, and said impatiently, "Where are they? I'll ride over there now to have a look."

Song Tan: ...

"Don't worry, don't leak the news, wait until I finalize the contract."

After the contract is settled, I will spend some effort to get the grass out first, and then I will talk about other things.

Good night my strawberry poached eggs.