Song Tan Jishi

The Seventh Cousin's timing is just right. Today is hot, and after only a few hours of soaking, the soybeans have already swelled up, showing a tender luster in the water basin——

Hiss.

Rao is a cook who has everything, but the seventh cousin saw it and couldn't help but think about the pigs in the back mountain.

The hoof is burned back and stewed with soybeans, how fragrant it should be!

And think about the soybeans in the warehouse—even though five acres of chestnuts were interplanted, the yield was really good. Although a group of idiots at home consumed a lot, plus what was used today, there are still more than a thousand catties!

Counting food and expenses, it will be more than enough to last until the Chinese New Year.

In the morning, he and Song Tan discussed it, but they used 400 catties of soybeans!

If Song Tan hadn't agreed to lend a helping hand, how could he have persuaded Zhang Yanping, who could no longer lift his arms, to wash and soak the soybeans bit by bit?

After lunch, Aunt Lianhua had just tidied up the kitchen, and the three big pots and stoves were scrubbed without any oil on them, when Seventh Cousin came to call for someone again with a smile:

"Yan Ping, cook all these beans!"

Song Tan was required to help carry the beans, but for cooking the beans...then Zhang Yanping had to guard it all by himself!

Zhang Yanping wanted to cry without tears: "Seventh Cousin, Dr. Guo said I had to exercise, but he didn't tell you to put me to death! These hundreds of catties of beans have to be boiled today?"

"Then what should we do?"

Seventh Cousin was also very helpless: "The beans are already soaked, if you can't finish cooking them today, and they sprout tomorrow, don't you have to keep moving the beans?"

His expression of "young man, I'm doing it for your own good" is extraordinarily sincere.

But Zhang Yanping was in even more pain—why can't he only make one hundred catties today? The way he dragged these four hundred catties of soybeans was really embarrassing!

Although it was just dragged from the warehouse to the pool in the yard.

Tan Tan also helped carry two big bags.

But even if it was just a simple panning, not a few black beans and bad beans were picked out, and his Tai Chi Water Tank Kungfu is almost perfect!

If he had the ability to stir up water when he was young, he would definitely go to Shaolin Martial Arts School instead of 211!

At this moment, he raised his two strong black arms, trembling all the time, obviously today's labor force has been squeezed to the end.

Ah this.

Song Tan thought to himself, after all, he is his cousin, so he can't be like this! Didn't Wang Xiaoshun say that? Mingershan also started to make watermelon sauce.

Cousin will use it again tomorrow.

So she hurriedly said: "Oh, brother Yanping, I didn't even notice that you are so tired... Take a break! I'll cook the beans at noon!"

Zhang Yanping burst into tears of gratitude.

He really believed that his cousin didn't realize that he was exerting too much force.

Because her own strength is so great, it's as if a bully doesn't understand the suffering of a scumbag. A person with great strength probably doesn't know how hard work is for a person with little strength, right?

Tears welling up at the moment: "Tan Tan..."

Song Tan calmly accepted his gratitude, and at the moment stood in front of the stove, sending another piece of firewood into the kitchen under the slight heat intertwined with the air-conditioning air-conditioning and flames in the kitchen.

She thought to herself: How stupid...ah no, simple!

What can be so tiresome about cooking beans? There is an air conditioner and the heat is not enough, just watch the fire and stir the beans from time to time.

By the way, it can also look like I have worked for hours.

If Zhang Yanping really took over this job, and went up the mountain tomorrow to dry the beans for Master Qian, then she wouldn't have the heart, would she?

After all, it's not that I oppressed my relatives too much, it's that my cousin is not very up-to-date!

Hey, it's a pity, there is still a cousin who is not on duty yet.

...

Zhang Yanping had studied Shen Lun at home for a month, and at this moment he didn't know that his cousin was dangerous, so he took a nice nap at this moment, and only then felt that he had regained his spirit.

By the way, he helped Qiao Qiao look at the backstage of the live broadcast——Xin Jun slept for half an hour in the morning, and during this half hour, the number of viewers in the live broadcast room has dropped, so I can give you a reward...

How come there are still rewards?

He doesn't understand!

What's the matter, isn't he, a contemporary netizen, unable to grasp the ecology of live broadcasting now?

Looking back at Qiao Qiao's past live broadcast history, he found that as long as the frequency of "hypnosis", "so sleepy" and "falling asleep" is high, there will be a lot of rewards. The top three fans on the list are basically related to sleep. related.

Ah this.

He thought about it in his mind, stretched his waist now, checked the time, and went downstairs slowly.

Qiao Qiao is in class with Xin Jun, and it is said that Professor Song and his apprentice are revising their thesis. And Aunt Lianhua sent her mother-in-law to help weave straw mats before, so she didn't have to worry about that. She had nothing to do in the middle of the day, so she dug out a new roll of plastic cloth and wiped it carefully, and spread it out in the yard to dry.

Looking at the dark complexion of the other party and the sweat beads on his face, Zhang Yanping shook his head: It's hard work to be a diligent person!

Looking ahead, Wu Lan and Song Sancheng didn't have time to practice their cars yet, and now the two of them carried a big dustpan together and wiped it there.

There are several placed upright against the wall.

Ulan was still pondering: "I'll finish weaving the straw mat tomorrow, ask my dad to weave a few more dustpans, baskets and so on for us."

"Success." Song Sancheng nodded: "His straw mat has been sold for two months, and he probably earned a hundred thousand...they are so beautiful!"

Among other things, the old couple rummaged through their coffin books. They have never saved so much money in their entire lives!

Of course, Tan Tan earns more, at least hundreds of thousands.

"I see! Next year we will definitely need to grow more rush grass from Tantan... Let's wait until winter comes. I think we've finished weaving straw mats in winter, and there's not much work to do. I'll go chop some bamboo and ask my dad to make more for us. "

Ulan nodded: "You can see that Lianhua's mother-in-law can do this job. It costs 70 yuan a bed, and our tea foam and herbal tea are also delivered there..."

She calculated: "Ah! Lotus! Your mother-in-law's straw mats cost two thousand yuan a month!"

Little did they know that Lianhua smiled brighter than her:

"More than that! My mother-in-law is also paralyzed and has been delayed for the past few years. She was famous for her ingenuity. Uncle Song said that she is good at weaving patterns. One bed is 120, and she can weave eight beds a week!"

As for other tricks... the old man in the village may not know a few characters, but the craftsmanship of this weaving thing is really not bad.

In that case, Granny Lianhua can earn 4,000 yuan a month. Lianhua, on the other hand, does so much work a month, and the salary is about the same.

But Lianhua is obviously very optimistic-the work of weaving straw mats is done for so many months a year, but she can still take her mother-in-law with her job, where can she find it?

Ulan thought for a while, and gave a thorough explanation in advance:

"After the canteen on the mountain is built, you two still eat with us, our food is even better!"

"Really?!" Aunt Lianhua's eyes lit up.

The yield of soybeans per mu is 200 to 800 catties.

This is to make up for yesterday.