Song Tan knew that the village was now harmonious and no one touched their own things. One reason was that everyone had not yet tasted the sweet clover in the fields.
After all, apart from the young village party secretary, no one would pull up some grass to taste it, right? Especially since the outermost field was used by old man Li to graze cattle.
Secondly, the real good stuff has not yet reached the harvest season, and now that the locals have come back to try it out, they still have the advantage.
Otherwise, it would not be easy for a young girl like me to come back and work.
This is also the reason why Song Tan prefers to hire villagers to do work. If there are no young and middle-aged people, he will hire the elderly. Because hiring the elderly to do work has advantages and disadvantages, it all depends on how you handle it.
Old man Li nodded in agreement with her crying poor:
"That's true, but you can't mess with your parents' money. You still have Qiao Qiao at home, and life will be hard when they get old."
But after looking around, he warned, "You still need someone to watch over your fields... Last year I planted two rows of Chinese cabbage, and someone secretly cut down seven or eight of them at night."
The old man got very angry when he talked about this.
I don't know who is so unsophisticated. If you want to eat something grown in your own field, can't you just tell me? Who would be reluctant to give up cabbage
He was an old man living alone, and he didn't know how to pickle or dry the cabbages, so in the end, he just gave them away, didn't he
I have to steal it.
Pooh!
This made the increasingly elderly and frail old man Li even angrier, and he reminded Song Tan out of genuine concern.
Song Tan comforted him, "It's okay. You can help watch over them. Also, do you see the two newly built dog houses under the bamboo forest? My two dogs will come over to help watch over them when the time comes."
The pond was at the top of the field, and the doghouse was built beside the pond. The two dogs slept there, and they could watch over both the pond and the field. It was a good location that Song Sancheng had specially found.
Otherwise why would she spend a lot of money on a dog
Since I grew up in the village, I know the saying "There are all kinds of people (shai shai)".
Old man Li finally breathed a sigh of relief, a look of comfort welling up on his dark, old face:
"Dogs are good. Dogs have sharp ears and can see far. Is it your dog that ate the tiger?"
Song Tan: …
She didn't know how to respond for a moment, so she could only nod and say, "It's not that exaggerated, they are two smaller ones."
Dabao and Erbao are responsible for guarding the fish pond and fields.
Old Man Li had seen the tiger-like dog patrolling the back hill and the front yard:
"What do you mean two smaller ones? How small can they be? If they are eaten by tigers, can't you watch over a vegetable garden? This is the safest way!"
The long-forgotten mobile phone quietly broadcasted everything in front of it. The operator of the live broadcast company accidentally saw the retained data and was shocked:
What is this playing? Why is the user retention rate so high
At first glance, it was a pastoral scene with an old man speaking in dialect. I didn't have time to review it carefully, and immediately put this live broadcast in a more prominent recommendation position without hesitation.
Although it is not as good as other popular anchors, it is also a very good position for a new anchor.
However, just as he pushed it, Song Tan on the other end of the phone only heard a "beep" sound, and then the screen went black.
She bent down to pick up her forgotten cell phone, pressed two buttons, and then realized that it was out of battery.
Looking at the large pile of astragalus she had just cut, she waved to Old Man Li and said, "Grandpa Li, I'm going home first. When Qiao Qiao comes later, you can ask him to load these up."
Nowadays, mobile phones are an important means of contacting customers, so it is important to charge them first.
Unexpectedly, just as I walked to the door, I saw Qiao Qiao running over: "Sister, Dad asked you to go to the back mountain."
Then he automatically reached out and took her sickle: "I'll go cut the astragalus."
This was a task that he had done every morning. Although Song Tan felt sorry for his brother, he did not spoil him, so he handed him the sickle and said, "Don't forget to carry the basket over."
Then he went straight to the back mountain.
There, the small excavator is still working diligently.
Where did Zhang Yanping find such an honest person? He works with everyone every day, leaving home early and coming back late, and his work in one day is equivalent to that of others in one and a half days.
For this reason, even if he had more than three bowls of rice for every meal, Wulan was always smiling at home.
Song Tan went to the back mountain, but saw that besides Song Sancheng, there was also a strange man standing halfway up the mountain.
The man was skinny and short, with a slightly hunched back, and looked to be only about 1.6 meters tall. He had an old-fashioned crew cut, which could be shaved for five yuan in town, and the shaving service was also provided.
He was wearing the same jacket and black trousers that Song Sancheng usually wore when working. When he saw Song Tan, a trace of embarrassment appeared on his wrinkled face.
"Tan Tan." Song Sancheng introduced her: "You probably don't recognize him, this is your Uncle Zhang."
Then he stretched out his hand and pointed his finger at the top of the opposite mountain, where there was a simple red brick house.
"Your uncle Zhang lives there."
The terrain of the mountain that Song Tan rented is quite unique. The entire mountain range is more like a closed ring. The inner ring is like a bowl, and the bottom of the bowl is the pond below.
There are several acres of vegetable fields around the pond, and there are sloping barren hills on all sides.
But, this is the whole piece.
The original back mountain of Song Tan's family plus the contracted area only occupied less than a quarter of the area of this bowl.
Therefore, you can clearly see the scenery of the hill over there from the hill over here.
She looked at this single-family home, then at the location, and instantly realized who this Uncle Zhang was—he was the Zhang Wangjia that everyone had talked about a few days ago.
"Uncle Zhang." Song Tan greeted him politely - the other person was obviously the same age as her father, but now he looked haggard and weathered, as if he was more than ten years older.
What is there that needs to be looked for by yourself
Song Tan even thought about borrowing money, but after thinking carefully, the villagers were very particular and would never lend money to a young person like her, especially since she was a girl.
As he was thinking about it, he saw Zhang Wangjia's expression becoming more and more embarrassed. He rubbed his hands helplessly and pointed at the pile of weeds, shrubs and branches that they had piled on the edge of the mountain:
"Don't waste these. Save them for composting."
"Is it burning?"
Song Tan had this plan.
Wood ash can kill bacteria and insects and is also an excellent fertilizer. Leaving these things here will only get in the way and breed various insect eggs and bacteria. It is more convenient to burn them.
Zhang Wangjia quickly shook his head: "Don't burn it, don't burn it. It's a waste if you burn it. I can make compost!"
He finally got to the point and rubbed his hands again:
"I heard that Old Man Li is looking after your rice fields, so I wanted to ask if I can work for you too."
After saying this, he was afraid that Song Tan would refuse, so he quickly emphasized:
"I am good at composting. People always come to me every year. I have several piles of compost on my land. If you need it, I can bring it to you."
"I can do other farm work, too. Your father knows."