Wang Lifen has earned one or two thousand yuan from picking tea leaves in March. Although her speed is a little slow, the quality is not bad!
I can’t stand hearing such words nowadays!
At this moment, he quickly asked: "Am I old at this age?"
Mao Li was stuck again.
She calculated the old lady's age in her mind: You are already in your seventies or eighties, aren't you considered old
Wulan didn't realize that these words had a hidden meaning, that she was ordering the old lady around at home - after all, helping to pick vegetables when everyone was eating together was not a hard job!
Instead, he smiled and said, "You are not old, really not old. This year, you and dad both look energetic and healthy. We are doing very well!"
No, the spiritual energy is scattered in the food and tea in front of and behind the house. It is subtle and can help to improve your spirits, not to mention curing diseases.
Wang Lifen thought about it and became more determined to stick to the old saying: "It turns out that we are destined to be poor. The more work we have to do, the better our spirits will be."
Wulan smiled at Mao Li again: "Sister-in-law, there were many people at noon today, so I was thinking of booking a table at the family canteen at the village entrance. The cooking there is good, and they also cook rice in a clay pot. But my mother insisted not to do it."
Hearing this, the eldest aunt decisively replied: "That can't be done. We have vegetables in our own fields, why should we spend money to eat other people's vegetables? It's too expensive!"
Without hesitation, he sat down in front of a pot of Chinese milk vetch and started picking, saying, "Where's Tantan? He didn't tell me how much it cost when he sent me this dish last time. You see, this kid has good things to sell for money, why is he sending them to us? He's our family, so why can't we just eat something?"
Looking at the large bunch of Astragalus with pink flowers in the basin in front of him, he couldn't help but feel more regretful: "They must be old now."
Wu Lan laughed: "Tan Tan came back and told me that you, his aunt, took her to buy a duck, and it was several dozen yuan cheaper."
"Besides, they are our family, so we should keep the good things for ourselves."
He looked at the astragalus on hand and said, "I thought of selling some because I was short of money this year. Who knew it tasted so good? But now that the flowers have bloomed, I can't eat it. There are only a few left. I might as well fry them all for lunch."
How come there is only so little left
Mao Li also laughed quickly:
"I was wondering why you were so eager to send Chinese milk vetch over. Later I went to the market and found out that this thing is so expensive. Look at me..."
She pretended to be ashamed and said: "I thought it was two yuan a pound, but I went there and said I wanted to buy it for ten yuan. Tan Tan was so angry that he refused to sell it to me."
Song Tan never mentioned this matter when he came back, and this was the first time Ulan heard about it.
Listening to this ambiguous tone, I got angry. I thought, the vegetables cost 20 yuan per catty, and you want to buy 5 catties for 10 yuan. What are you dreaming about
You can’t settle accounts with your own relatives like this!
Giving is giving, buying is buying, these are two different things.
But before she could say anything, she saw Song Sancheng walking back with Uncle Song and Uncle-in-law with a smile, then he turned around and went home with a bag of yellow paper:
"Let's go, let's go to the grave first."
Uncle Song looked around the yard and asked, "Where's our dad?"
Speaking of this, it was hard for Song Sancheng not to show off, so he raised his chin modestly: "It's in the back hill. Tan Tan wants to plant fruit trees there, and our dad is watching over it now."
Uncle Song was shocked: "Planting fruit trees?"
"That's no joke. She's a girl, are you going to let her do whatever she wants? If she loses money, it won't be a small amount."
"Besides..." He looked towards the back hill and said, "Didn't I see anything happening up there?"
Family members always speak from a sincere perspective. Song Sancheng did not think about the money he mentioned, but added proudly:
"As soon as our Tan Tan came back, the village secretary said she was a college student who returned to her hometown to start a business, and begged us to rent the area behind the mountain."
"Look, they are giving subsidies and making arrangements. Now they are planting fruit trees on that barren hill. They will dig holes today. I estimate that the saplings will be delivered in the afternoon."
Thanks to the hard work of the young man working on the excavator, the work, which was originally scheduled to take five to seven days, was almost completed in less than four days.
Now use the big bucket to dig the hole, and dig it accurately. The rest of the people can do some trimming and wait for planting trees.
Oh, this young man Yan Ping found is really honest!
However, he went to the city to pick up fruit seedlings in the morning, so he was nowhere to be seen at the moment.
At this point, Song Sancheng was still a little worried: "This kind of tree is a few days late, and I don't know if it will affect the harvest."
Wu Lan couldn't stand his cocky look, so she quickly interrupted him:
"Hurry up and start the fire. It will be noon soon. By the way, tell the farmer not to leave today and stay for dinner."
The money they were asking for for the farmland was pretty solid, but they were told that they wouldn't provide meals, and they really didn't eat.
I have relatives in this village, and I visit them every time.
The fields have almost been plowed today, it would be inappropriate not to invite everyone to have a meal.
Song Sancheng looked at the time and it was really late, so he quickly took his uncle and eldest uncle to the back mountain.
As for visiting graves, local rules mostly restrict men to go. If Dagu and Mao Li want to go, they can go. If they don't want to go, then forget it.
However, Mao Li and Sun Yanyan were thinking about more and better things in the fields, while the eldest aunt was looking at the dishes to be prepared for a dozen people, and was now helping to prepare them, so she had no time to spare.
Just then, Song Tan drove back with Qiao Qiao.
The car was also parked at the gate of the yard, emitting a faint smell. She connected a water pipe from the faucet outside and was now flushing it.
Seeing this, Wulan couldn't help but wonder:
"Didn't you say you were going to drive to the back hill for a stroll? What are you pretending to be? It smells bad."
Song Tan laughed, "My dad was right. Uncle Zhang went to the back mountain to help early this morning. He picked up all the broken branches and leaves."
"Then he piled it up next to the orchard and asked me to take it to our back hill to meet the king - he would take the manure from the pigsty and chickens and ducks and compost it together."
Speaking of this, Song Tan really felt that the salary of two thousand yuan was well worth it.
Although Zhang Wangjia was a little lame, he was very good at work and had a lot of strength. Although he was quiet, he was very smart.
This morning, Song Tan saw him mix pig manure, chicken and duck manure, grass and mud according to his experience, and then pile them up in piles, and then he took out a bag of farmyard manure fermentation bacteria from the basket and poured it on top...
Song Tan was really surprised.
If you say that the villagers use fertilizers, urea and pesticides, she would admit it 100%, but this kind of fermentation bacteria is a variety of beneficial bacteria, and the range of various species is very wide. She is not sure about other villages, but the villagers have definitely never heard of it.