Song Tan Jishi

The emerald green leeks are cut into sections and placed in pots, and the green shallots are also cut into sections, leaving only the white of the scallions and chopped into pieces.

"Crack! Crack! Crack!

The knife slapped the chopping board three times, crushing the white garlic cloves and the yellow and tender ginger. The Seventh Cousin held a large kitchen knife, and skillfully followed it a few more times quickly, cutting all of them into fine pieces.

Wait until the oil in the pan is hot——

"Stab!"

The prawns can be put into the pot directly without pinching the head and tail, and then quickly turn into a fragrant orange-red color. After a few random stir-fries, the whole pot of prawns has already changed color.

Take it out, wash the pot and heat the oil, then put in the minced green onion, ginger and garlic just now and stir-fry until fragrant. The leeks are broken, and a few scallions are added, sprinkle with salt, and add a little bit of sugar to enhance the taste...

"Suck!"

Old Zhao stood at the kitchen door, refusing to leave for life or death!

"Let me eat a bowl! Eat a bowl before leaving! I'll just eat a bowl!"

"I can't do it! I can't do it! The customer has urged me many times, and I won't be able to hold on if I go back late, hurry up—"

"You go back first, I'll wait for the next trip... Eldest nephew, this place is so fragrant, why do you have no nose? Why can you say such cold words!"

The eldest nephew thought that Aunt Wulan said that I worked hard, so I made a big bowl for it alone...

Cough, of course, this cannot be known to Lao Zhao.

So he put a lot of effort under his hands: "Let's go, there is no next car, this is the last car! Besides, you haven't eaten enough water chestnuts yet?"

Others were working on the pond, and my eldest nephew kept humming. Only Lao Zhao was fishing for water chestnut vines by the water, looking at one and feeling a few, touching a few and eating a few. After a whole morning, his mouth was white from eating water chestnut rice!

That's all, how dare you stay at noon?

Old Zhao's belly is round!

After dragging and tugging, the young man flexed his muscles and abruptly put Old Zhao An in the co-pilot.

When the car started, Ulan also breathed a sigh of relief:

"This old Zhao, if we really want to stay, we don't care about food. Is he doing the same thing as life and death?"

Song Tan had just returned from the mountain with a basket of watermelons, and was delighted when he heard the words: "He just looks like that, he's a little different from my eldest niece!"

Speaking of Zhao Fangyuan——

"She said my grandfather's house is simple, and the picture is ready, let's take a look at it. The construction team said that construction can start at the end of September."

"The factory building on the mountain is waiting for our side to look after her. She will come over and lay the foundation first. It's also September, and it can almost be arranged."

Ouch, isn't that just right?

The fish is gone, the vegetables are gone, and the watermelons are no longer available for sale.

The pigs haven't grown up, but the chickens and ducks are laying eggs, but it's enough for the family to consume and store.

The corn in the field can also be harvested, but it only takes one or two acres of land in the morning.

There are also some mung beans and sesame seeds, and it will not be too late to harvest in October.

This is the chestnut, it must be mature by the end of September, but when the time comes to build a house, they don't need to do anything, it doesn't matter!

Ulan calculated the time: the weather is hot at the end of July, and working in the open air during the dog days next month will be unbearable.

Waiting until September, although the temperature is still over 30 degrees, but the temperature difference between day and night, autumn is here, and when the house is built, it will not affect their farming...

"Okay, okay! After eating, I will show the paintings to your grandfather. After all, I think the old couple can live for another ten or twenty years, so they have to choose carefully."

After all, the old couple are hardworking and in good health. They are usually very healthy, and this year they are even more energetic.

It's not an exaggeration for Ulan to think so.

Moreover, Zhao Fangyuan's drawings always include renderings and construction drawings.

They may not understand the construction drawings, but the renderings are made by computer, with red walls and green tiles, not to mention how beautiful they are. When the old couple look at it to imagine the new house, it must be right!

And now, their family is going to entertain the folks at noon!

...

In fact, there were not many customers, only Zhou Maozhu, and three fellow villagers who helped to fish, all of whom were about the same age as Song Sancheng, who were in poor health and could not go out to work in the factory for a long time.

Otherwise, at their age, if they go out to work as small workers, they will always have one or two hundred, two or three hundred a day——

"I'm getting older, and the bosses don't want it! Now there's less work on the construction site."

"That's right, and go outside to talk to the boss. The boss of a big project has his own team. For the small ones, he delays wages..."

Song Sancheng paused while pouring the tea: "Didn't you hear that the bosses have to put a sum of money on the government for migrant workers to work now, so they are afraid of not paying their wages?"

"That's a big project!"

Song Tan from the same village called Uncle Chen and stretched out five fingers: "I did it the year before last. I ran a long way, plateau! I felt dizzy when I tried hard."

"The boss brought hundreds of people, but they didn't pay wages after the work was done, and we didn't get paid. We waited at minus degrees every day, and it was remote, and we couldn't even buy instant noodles..."

"Finally, I asked the government over there, and it was considered that I had paid my wages—well, in fact, the boss is also unlucky, and he suffers if the people above him don't give him money."

"But we can't do it, we can't bear it anymore. Besides, the wages for this kind of big job are not high, less than 8,000 yuan a month..."

Song Sancheng sighed when he heard this: "Fortunately, I finally got the money—come, come, drink tea, let me give you a taste of my family's tea!"

The hot tea had just been brewed, and everyone was immersed in a trace of worry. No one moved, but sighed: "After such a toss, it will be difficult to find a job in the past two years."

Song Sancheng moved his mouth, wanting to say that according to Tan Tan's plan, many people will have to work in the second half of the year.

But in the end he didn't say anything, he just raised his teacup again:

"Thanks to your help these two days, come and taste my tea!"

With such a reminder, everyone can smell the aroma!

Song Sancheng was sincere in his hospitality, and he took good tea. No one in your family has a few acres of tea gardens, so you know very well about tea, especially local tea!

"Hey! Sancheng, your tea seems to have been cultivated with a lot of money. It's so fragrant!"

"Are you really investing millions? Is this Tan Tan's idea? How is this kid so promising!"

So I thought he was bragging!

The tea garden has not seen any big moves, so why invest millions? What kind of family do they have, who doesn't know who in the village? Where did the millions come from?

It is estimated that Yutang Taoyuan invested more than 100,000 to 200,000 yuan!

But now smell the fragrance—

"Old Song, is your investment of several million dollars a bank loan? Is the interest rate particularly high?"

"You have borrowed so much money, can't you count the low agricultural interest rate for you?"

"Then I guess the interest is quite a lot. My son bought the house with a loan of 300,000, and the interest for 30 years is 310,000!"

"Thirty percent, our own people can drink tea leaves. You should sell such good tea as soon as possible. We don't pay attention to these things."

"That's right! But you are lucky! Look at Tan Tan, who is capable of getting such a big loan, what a success!"

Song Sancheng, holding a teacup in a daze: ... I haven't said a word yet!

I went to read the information before writing last night, and it turned out that the expansion was so interesting that I watched it for three hours at a stretch!

sin sin...

Part-time jobs are real. My dad went to Qinghai to dig roads last year, 7,500 a month. As a result, the epidemic was closed for more than half a month, and a group of people slept in a tin shed at a few degrees below zero until they couldn't bear it, and they were not allowed to go back...

In the end, after staying for more than a month, the government specially wrote a note (really write a note, take the note and get on the bus) and arrange for all of them (hundreds of migrant workers) to enter the station before they can come back.