Song Tan Jishi

Chapter 872 872. Sell the child

A greenhouse cannot be built in a day or two.

Within the area of ​​15 meters wide and 100 meters long, not only the land had to be cleared first, but they also had to prepare a suitable thick steel frame.

This kind of greenhouse is not a one-time use, but is made as high as possible, with insulation cotton on the top layer, so that it can be used every winter in the future.

The price is also slightly higher. The cost of such a shed is 60,000 yuan-this is only two acres of land.

Song Tan couldn't help but clicked his tongue - no wonder there are fewer and fewer people engaged in agriculture now. Those big agricultural households spend a lot of money just building this shed every year.

Not to mention the rising labor costs and the increasingly unpleasant weather...

In short, considering the time issue, it is difficult for Stingy Song Tan to add an extra 5,000 yuan, and the requirement is as soon as possible!

It's rare to meet such a good client. After further inquiry, I found out that the old Song family has leased hundreds of acres of land in the village. It is rare for people who install greenhouses to open up the market in Yuncheng. They have done a good job at this moment——

I don’t mean anything else, but if we do it on a large scale next year, don’t forget them!

Back and forth, villagers came to help, and soon the framework took shape.

But Song Tan is a typical person who spends money and doesn't care about things. After all, there are so many capable people in the family, so she doesn't have to worry too much.

At this moment, she was at the door of the factory, reaching out and pinching a piece of dried sweet potato. It took a long time to tear off a piece, and after chewing it for a long time, I finally tasted the sweetness that slowly trickled out.

"This is so hard!" She stared at the dried sweet potato in her hand: "My teeth are about to be pulled out."

Master Jiang said happily: "When it was dried for only two days, it was soft and chewy. I asked you to come and eat it, but you didn't think you had time."

“It’s only successful if you’re tanned like this now. Then I’ll tie it up in a bag and store it for a year.”

"If you think this is too hard to bite, go back and take some out from the cellar. I'll cut them into thin slices and fry them for you. They'll be crispy, crispy, sweet, and delicious."

Master Jiang is now rosy and mellow after eating. When talking about food, everything has its own temptation. Song Tan nodded quickly without thinking about it:

"Okay!"

But the dried sweet potatoes in front of me are quite good. I have relatives visiting my house during the Chinese New Year, so I put a plate of this on the table and it is enough to kill time.

She clapped her hands and asked Zhang Yanping: "Are the packaging bags ready? 200 grams per bag, seal them first, and call Qiao Qiao to sell them."

"Oh, by the way, let's pack five pounds and send it out this afternoon."

No need to ask where to send it, Zhang Yanping thought for a while:

"Tan Tan, I didn't say anything when I was saving someone but I was hospitalized. Do you want to ask if you will come to our house during the Chinese New Year?"

"How can you ask that?" Ulan thought to himself that the young man was really ignorant:

"People are kind to us, so we should take the initiative to pay New Year greetings during the New Year - but you young people don't talk about this, Tantan, why don't you take the initiative to ask?"

Now that the family life is prosperous, everyone does not deliberately avoid the fact that Song Tan was injured, and speaks very calmly.

Ulan then suggested: "You should first ask them what they want. If they want us to go celebrate the New Year, I will leave two extra big pig legs for the New Year."

Song Tan thought, is there any need to ask?

He didn't even mention the medical bills when he was hospitalized, so he obviously didn't like these social interactions. What's more, through the brief chats in the past few months, I can more or less figure out the concise and concise style of the other party's dialect.

Ah, thinking of this, she quickly took out her mobile phone - she sent sweet potatoes to her before, and they even sent her a message of thanks.

But everyone in the family said so, and Song Tan thought about it for a while: "Otherwise, I won't talk about the New Year. I'll just ask if they would like to come over and eat our pig-killing vegetables?"

Don’t rich people who have lived in cities for a long time now like this kind of simple rural customs? Moreover, there are many people when slaughtering pigs, and no one seems embarrassed in the bustle. On the contrary, it is more comfortable than sitting together solemnly to pay New Year greetings.

"Okay!"

But killing a pig is not that fast.

The three big white pigs at home are now growing rapidly, weighing between three and four hundred pounds. Ulan would never mention the slaughter until the twelfth lunar month.

The two black pigs grow slower, but the meat looks firmer and tastes more delicious.

As for the two little wild boars... Well, these free pigs just don't have any advantages, and they grow too slowly. They only weigh about two hundred pounds now, and they probably won't be able to kill them this winter!

Forget it, let’s wait until next year.

And that big black one is a sow. She will be asked to give birth to another litter next year.

If a large white pig is mixed with a wild boar, the piglets born will probably be taller and meatier, and they will save a lot of money on buying piglets...

Oops!

Wu Lan happily called Qiao Qiao: "Go and have a look in the cellar. Are there any sweet potatoes that have gone bad that were not picked out at the time? If there are any, pick them out and peel them for the king."

"There are also Dabao and the others. Aren't they running wild in the mountains recently? Tell them that we won't catch pheasants anymore, and we can't catch hares! If nothing happens, we will catch two wild boars..."

She quite dared to think about it, and now she spoke very loudly: "I won't pick any big or small ones."

Song Tan:......

When I have nothing to do, I feed some vegetables. Every day when I find a big bone in my dog’s food, I still frown in pain. Now I even actively feed sweet potatoes...

Song Tan turned around and said seriously: "Qiao Qiao, please change the king's name later to Zhong Wuyan."

Everyone on the mountain was stunned for a moment, and then laughed.

Wulan couldn't help but roll his eyes at her: "Why is Zhong Wuyan talking about summer and spring? Look at our village, whose dog can fill up a pot of meat and bones in one day?"

"After raising this king for half a year, he has enough food to eat like a pig."

Yes Yes Yes!

This Song Tan has to admit: raising a dog is not a financial issue. If you raise a dog, you will only lose money.

She suppressed her laughter and said, "It's okay. Brother Sun is still looking for a partner for them. He's going to have a baby again. Let's sell his baby to get our money back."

Wulan frowned: "What are you talking about? The king is loyal to us and hasn't asked you for money. Why are you selling his child?"

"How many more treasures do we have? You can ask from all over the country, whose dog is so smart and well-behaved? It only cost three thousand yuan to buy them all, and you still have to sell puppies... You are so short of money. Is it for your sake?”

"And those adopted ones, how pitiful they are! How amazing! You worry about selling puppies before they are healthy enough. You are so cruel."

Ulan thought for a while, and finally sighed: "If it doesn't work out, let's get him sterilized! Otherwise, it will be hard to have puppies all the time."

Song Tan:......

Why, the family is financially well off, and her mother speaks with such humanistic care?

But Qiao Qiao suddenly wondered: "Huh? What do you mean it only cost 3,000 yuan in total? Didn't Brother Sun say that one was sold at a loss of 3,000 yuan?"

Everyone: ...Brother Sun, why did I tell you all this?

Wu Lan slowly turned his head and called her by name:

"Song Tan!"

"What does a 3000 mean? Please explain it to me clearly."

Update two, good night first, I will catch up on KPIs during the day tomorrow.

The poor breed treachery while the rich breed conscience... This is human nature.