Song Tan Jishi

Master Qian really wants to eat sweet potato vines!

He ate this at Song Tan's house last night.

Song Youliang is an old guy. The older he gets, the more his cooking skills return to his original nature. Choose tender sweet potato vines and cut them into small pieces, stir-fry them with garlic and chili peppers. It’s refreshing and spicy, not to mention filling up your rice!

As for the old ones, they are not wasted at all, they are really all fed to pigs!

Those green vines were chopped into pieces in front of him, as if they were chopping his heart!

How could Master Qian bear it?

He almost yelled that he could pickle sweet potato vines, but that young man named Zhang Yanping was not a good person either. When he heard that the old vines had to be cut into sections and peeled to taste delicious, he immediately said that they did not lack vegetables, only good vegetables. pork.

In short, the final destination of those Fujiko is the pig pen.

Master Qian originally wanted to ask the workers to try it, so that he could have another meal.

I didn't expect this group of people...

well!

He sighed, and finally went out for a walk with his hands behind his back. He saw that the radish seedlings nearby had grown as long as the palm of his hand, and he couldn't help but want to eat minced pork stir-fried with radish leaves.

Walking further, I saw that the cabbage already had several leaves, and I couldn't help but wonder what it would taste like if it was stir-fried.

If we go further, spinach, celery, lettuce, Chinese cabbage... they will all grow.

Looking towards the low-lying areas where the temperature is more stable, autumn cowpeas and peppers are already quite large.

"We'll have to build a greenhouse next month... It's said to be a new cold-resistant product, but I don't know if it will work..."

Master Qian stared quietly for a while, and then his mood gradually calmed down. He looked to another place in the distance and saw a strong chestnut tree with leaves with a pale white color on the back that had been turned over by the wind. Heavy thorns were pressed on the branches, and they were about to mature.

There are also golden rice fields at the bottom of the mountains further away...

Golden! ! !

It’s time to harvest the rice! New rice!

His whole body became excited. At this moment, he felt light and healthy, and his steps were nimble. He rushed down the mountain in a short time:

"Song Tan, when will your rice be harvested? Sell me some rice! I want it for myself, not for the restaurant."

Song Tan was stunned: "Master Qian, we can't sell the rice. There are only two pieces of land in total, and the output is only enough to feed the family."

This is not enough, I have to do something else in my daily life. But there's nothing you can do about it, everyone in the family is a loser!

Master Qian's old face fell pitifully: "My wife is old and weak. She usually likes to drink some white porridge...this rice..."

Song Tan: ...That’s really not the case! Master Qian, you said yesterday that your family members wear high-heeled leather shoes to dance in the square every day!

In the morning, we even led everyone to do Baduanjin together in the park!

She smiled helplessly: "Okay, Master Qian... when you leave, I will pack ten kilograms of rice for you alone!"

Seeing what Master Qian was about to say, she quickly stopped him: "If you add more, it will be gone! Ten pounds of rice can last you a long time to make porridge. You can't just eat plain porridge every day, right?"

Master Qian's face didn't even turn red, and he went up the mountain contentedly.

Before leaving, he turned to his seventh cousin and shouted: "Old Song, I think the chestnuts on the mountain are ripe. When are you going to make chestnut stewed chicken?"

The angry seventh cousin yelled at his back: "You're old enough to have a face and eat whatever you see. You're still a master, why are you so greedy?!"

"Uh..." Wang Xiaoshun said weakly from the side: "I can peel chestnuts..."

Seventh Cousin:......

"Eat, eat, eat! A group of talented eaters! Let's eat at night! Tantan, good chestnuts must be paired with good meat. How about we randomly catch a little rooster and hen from the back mountain?"

This is when the meat is tender!

Before Song Tan could speak, Qiao Qiao disagreed: "Seventh cousin, why are you like this!"

"Sister said, it costs several dollars to buy a chicken. Now it has eaten so much food from our family. It hasn't even laid eggs for a few years. How can it just eat it?"

He shook his head and sighed, quite like Ulan sighing at the prodigal son: "Seventh cousin, you really don't know how to do business!"

The seventh cousin was silent for a moment and then said: "Qiaoqiao, is it possible that I am a cook?"

Qiaoqiao was dumbfounded.

…

But when it comes to rice harvesting…

Ulan also just hung up the phone: "It's still the same as before. Farm machinery harvests 451 acres. Let's hire someone to do it."

In plain areas, it would cost two to three hundred yuan per acre, but here they are in a mountainous area.

Moreover, I am the only one who wants to harvest around here. They opened a machine specifically for these two pieces of land, and the asking price of four hundred and fifty is really not much to say.

But the two pieces of land totaled only three or four acres. Wu Lan thought about it: anyway, the excavators on the mountain are still digging holes for fruit trees. Only when the fruit trees come will the newly returned strong laborers from the village continue to dig holes for planting. Tree……

In this case, it costs three hundred yuan a day, so why not let them help with harvesting. Three people can clear these two fields in less than two days.

The only difference now is -

"Didn't sister say that you can hold a class reunion for me when we harvest rice again?"

Qiao Qiao looked at Song Tan expectantly.

Song Tan:......

Just... when you're coaxing a child, don't you just start talking?

But...even if people come now, there is nothing to sell, and the economic benefits are not high!

But Qiao Qiao has been taught so well now, if she doesn't fulfill it...

Song Tan thought for a while and discussed with him seriously: "It is easy to get hurt if no one is watching when harvesting rice. The last time my sister held a class reunion, everyone was watching from the side, which was very hard."

"Qiao Qiao, I can't hold a classmate reunion for you this year when you cut the rice, but when the pig is killed before the Chinese New Year, can I invite five of you to hold a classmate reunion?"

"You can invite them to watch the pig being slaughtered, and you can also ask them to help pull the pig's legs, and finally you can treat them to eat the pig's slaughter vegetables."

You can also sell them some large and small bags when you leave... After all, the Chinese New Year is coming soon, and no matter how stingy you are, you have to give up some.

Qiao Qiao thought about it, but she wasn't particularly persistent.

He just emphasized very seriously: "You must invite me when you kill the pig. You can't postpone it to next year."

"Definitely!" Song Tan also heaved a sigh of relief.

Wulan was busy replying to everyone's questions, and he was extremely happy at the moment: "It takes two days to harvest rice, and several days to plant fruit trees, and then it's time to sow winter wheat."

The land has already been plowed, it just needs to be dug up some more ridges for sowing. The temperature is still a little high these days, and wheat will easily grow too long if planted early. It is more suitable to wait until the end of the month.

Based on this calculation, the next half month will be very busy. None of the available labor force in the village will be wasted, and everyone will have an income...

Wulan thought to himself that after working in the farm all his life, it was only this year that he felt he had hope for life.

Ah, thank you Ruthless Demon Cat for your reward.

To tell you a very desperate thing, I used to be a night shift freak. At night, I was full of passion, inspiration, and my hand speed soared.

Now my mind is blank at night, sleepy like a dog.