Song Tan Jishi

Zhou Tianyu was reluctantly following his father to Song Tan's house.

The further you walk, the more your eyes will stare!

He has been back to the village for several days, but the village is full of older people. When they meet, they inquire about his marriage, having children, talking about friends, and the salary for buying a house and a car... which makes him very reluctant to show up. He is at home these days It was air-conditioned.

His father also asked him to talk to Song Tan more than once.

He knows it all too well!

When you are young, let other people's children give you some learning experience. I'm getting older, let other people's children give me some successful experience...

So full of resistance.

But there was no other way, my parents urged me, so I had no choice but to follow reluctantly.

I never thought that the location of Song Tan's house is a bit remote, but the house is so well built!

White walls and gray tiles, cornices and corners, like a garden, exquisite and grand!

It's just that there is a big piece of concrete in front of the door that is empty, only a dilapidated pickup truck is parked, which makes him always feel that there are weeds growing in this fairyland, which is very unharmonious.

I couldn't help muttering: "Why leave such a large piece of concrete at the door? The rustic mountain village is gone, and the exquisite villas are gone. The two are not related..."

Sure enough, Zhou Maozhu glanced at him, thinking that the child was getting more and more out of tune.

His family didn't have the conditions. If there were conditions, who wouldn't want to have such a large concrete floor?

According to Song Sancheng, the bottom of his door is still poured with concrete!

How convenient it is to dry corn and vegetables in the sun! You don't have to step on the mud when it rains! It also saves the motorcycle from entering the yard and making a lot of dirt.

It is also convenient for relatives to drive over during the holidays.

In short, in Zhou Maozhu's eyes, there is such a large concrete floor outside the yard, it couldn't be better!

But he said nothing.

Because I have noticed it in the past two days, the more I talk, the more I don't believe it, the more I don't want to listen.

Just bring him here today and ask the child to accept the beating of successful people.

And as people entered the yard, the family of three sniffed in unison——

"Ouch, the smell of this wine is strange."

Mao Zhu's daughter-in-law sighed.

Zhou Tianyu's eyes lit up——

It smells so good!

Ulan was holding a large stainless steel basin, in which were steamed pumpkin skins, and small grains of crops of indeterminate color were piled on top.

What's this? Zhou Tianyu muttered, looking familiar, but couldn't remember the name. But the smell of wine is so strong, could it be some new purple rice fermented glutinous rice?

He suddenly realized, and secretly commented: Then the fermented glutinous rice is not ready, the whole yard is full of strong alcohol smell, and it is too strong.

"Tianyu, this is your Aunt Wulan." Zhou Maozhu reminded him.

Zhou Tianyu is still able to meet people and treat things, and now he raised his smiling face: "Auntie, are you going to make pumpkin sweet wine soup tonight? This wine tastes so strong."

He looked expectant.

Ah this.

Now it was Ulan's turn to be embarrassed. Holding the big stainless steel basin, she didn't know what to say for a while.

It was still Mao Zhu's wife who didn't seem right, so she hurried up to smooth things over: "Yes, this wine smells too strong. Ulan, what did you do? It looks like sorghum."

While glancing at his son again, he thought what Mao Zhu said was also reasonable. Their family doesn't grow much sorghum, but there are many fields in the village. How come the children can't even recognize sorghum after being out for a few years?

Ulan breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly revealed the matter with a laugh:

"Isn't this some wine brewed at home? The steamed sorghum is useless, so I just mixed it with the pumpkin skin and fed it to the pigs."

While talking, he took a look at Zhou Tianyu, and praised: "This is Tianyu! I haven't seen you for a long time, but he has grown up so much! It's just a little thin. Is it stressful to live in a big city? Come back and call your mother more Let me stew some meat for you."

But I thought in my heart: Sure enough, as Qiao Qiao said, she has a square face. The cheeks are sunken...

No, no, no more!

Thinking of the pose Jojo made with her lips pouting, she wanted to laugh a little.

Zhou Tianyu's Fang Fang's cheeks turned red.

He also asked if it was the pumpkin liqueur soup for himself to feed the pig's distiller's grains?

Anyway, he lives in a big city, and when he loses his momentum when speaking, he loses all his face.

However, Zhou Maozhu leaned forward with interest, stretched out his hand to squeeze a handful of sorghum, and then smelled a stronger aroma of wine, and couldn't help but look forward to it at this moment:

"Good wine! Good wine! Your house is full of light this evening."

"What's the matter?" Ulan smiled indifferently, and greeted Qiao Qiao:

"Come on, take a plastic bag and pack all the bags."

After all, there are too many sorghum rice husks, and they can't be fed in one meal. If it's hot today, it's not good to just put them in the tank like this. Just listen to Song Tan, pack it up and freeze it, it's better to take out a pack every now and then and feed it.

A group of people were exchanging pleasantries, and Zhou Maozhu also greeted his son and daughter-in-law to help Qiao Qiao pack the bags. He looked left and right, and couldn't help asking:

"What about 30%? What about Tan Tan?"

Ulan pointed at the back slope: "The brewed wine needs to be stored somewhere, no, I want to put it in the sweet potato cellar. But the sweet potato cellar in my house has not been used for many years, and the child will go down with her father to clean it up."

...

on the back slope.

As soon as the old door panel was removed, a stuffy air rose from underneath.

Their cellar is actually quite big. After all, in those years, winter storage and grain storage all depended on it, and there were many children in every household, so Song Youde dug it according to the situation at that time.

Let alone a tank of wine, a hundred tanks is fine!

It's just that the mouth was narrow, and after ventilating for a while, Song Sancheng told Song Tan: "Go down slowly, and tell Dad if you feel uncomfortable."

Although their cellar is basically not stuffy, but what if?

Song Tan pulled the hemp rope around his waist, looked at Song Sancheng who was carefully pulling the rope around the tree, and comforted him: "

It's okay, Dad, I've done a lot of work at home, and I'm more flexible now. "

While talking, he put his hands together and went down the cellar.

On the slope, Song Sancheng nervously handed the hemp rope in his hand little by little, watching it slide inch by inch on the tree trunk into the sweet potato cellar.

And underneath, if it wasn't for fear of scaring her father, Song Tan would have untied the rope long ago.

The sweet potato cellar that has not been used for more than ten years, because it is well sealed, there is no dust, humidity, water and the like.

It's just that there are nests of worms on the wall, and there are quite a few crawling back and forth on the ground.

If it was Song Tan back then, he would have to shout twice.

But at this moment, she just let out a distasteful "噫——" and then flicked her fingers lightly.

The aura spread instantly!

Like an invisible force field pressing in all directions.

The bugs paused keenly for a moment, and then quickly fled along those hidden and winding holes like crazy, but they were not far away from the sweet potato cellar in an instant.

Only then did Song Tan let out a breath slowly.

Looking around again, the whole cellar was not only clean and fresh, but the walls were slightly sealed by the aura that diffused just now, which was very appropriate.

She took a small broom and swept away the signs of cobwebs in some places, which was considered to be the completion of the task.

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