Song Tan’s Chronicle

Chapter 144: 144. Go home after work

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Just as Song Sancheng said, by three o'clock in the afternoon, all the peach trees had been planted.

Zhang Yanping was watching the water pump in the pond below, while the people above were watering each tree one by one with a pipe.

The others were not idle either.

We are getting a day's salary. Although everyone is working very hard, it is not a good idea to finish work before the sun sets.

So he picked up his hoe and dug two more deep trenches on the side of the mountain:

"Sancheng, aren't you going to plant those golden cherries? Is this depth okay?"

Song Sancheng went over to take a look and said, "Why not? I'm sorry to bother you, but the saplings haven't been transported here yet."

In fact, whether you can buy it is another matter.

Everyone waved their hands and said, "I earn 200 yuan a day from you. If you can't do this kind of work, wouldn't it be embarrassing to tell others about it?"

"that is!"

"Are you planning to build a wire fence or a scaffolding here? If you're building a scaffolding, we can cut down the bamboo today as well."

Song Sancheng hurriedly stopped them: "Make the iron net, make the iron net, don't cut the bamboo, don't rush - otherwise, why don't you all go to my field and tidy up the land?"

"It's time to sow seeds and it's time to transplant seedlings."

Also, when the rice fields are about to be filled with water, it's time to block the drain of the pond, and Old Man Li will have to put a plow on the old ox.

Everyone just realized what was happening, and now they were walking down the mountain in groups of two or three, carrying hoes and shovels, muttering:

"Sancheng, your investment this year is quite large, don't lose money."

Song Sancheng also had a sad face and an honest look:

"That's right, but Tan Tan is planning to do a good job in the village. We are old and can't keep up with the times, but we can't let this matter dampen the children's spirit. In the future, they will have a heavy burden to support the family and it will be difficult for them to do anything."

That's true.

An old lady here just stepped into the field and asked curiously: "Huh? Sancheng, didn't I hear you say at the beginning that Tantan would rest at home for a few months? Why does it sound like you mean that he will settle down in his hometown forever!"

"Don't be stupid! What future does a girl have staying in the village? Look at my hands—"

She stretched out her hand and said, "This old woman's hands are all made from farm work. Isn't it a loss? The pressure in the city is great, but at least I don't have to do any hard work."

Song Sancheng was silent for a moment, and then whispered:

"Sister-in-law, it's not that I want the child to stay with me, it's just that young people nowadays are under too much pressure outside."

"When our Tan Tan came back, she still had a bandage on her head! Her face was pale. When I went to pick her up, the bandage was covered by her hair. I didn't notice it at first, but later I found it. She even told me that she bumped into something!"

"That night, when I was browsing Douyin, there was a video saying that there was a chain reaction accident on Ninghai Bridge in our city, and the child was pulled out of the car by a guy wearing a mask!"

"The car almost exploded!"

Speaking of this, Song Sancheng's eyes turned red:

"I used to tell her that she should be more diligent at work, work harder, stop arguing with others, and behave herself..."

"But you say, no matter how well he behaves, his child is in this state, and he can still save tens of thousands of dollars when he goes home."

"It's not like we haven't been to Ningcheng before. A simple meal here costs tens or even hundreds of dollars. How do you think she saved up this much money?"

If he hadn't seen the child recover quickly and be full of energy after returning, he really wanted to tell this story and take the child for a check-up to see if there were any sequelae.

After hearing this, everyone sighed.

The aunt who spoke just now also had a grim expression:

"I regret it now. When the government said we could have a second child, I said my grandson would be too lonely with only one child... Now, the tuition for two children in kindergarten is more than 30,000 yuan a year, and that's for a fairly ordinary kindergarten!"

"As for interest classes and the like, where does the money come from for the couple to pay the mortgage and take care of the children? I don't even dare to ask."

"I go out to work in the second half of every year and earn 20,000 to 30,000 yuan, which I give to them. Even with that, life is still tight..."

Life is not easy!

Everyone was chatting, each with their own difficulties, and for a moment, it seemed as if they had naturally accepted the fact that Song Tan was farming at home.

But his hands moved swiftly.

Originally, the land in this field had been carefully plowed by machines, but now it was just a matter of using a rake to level it, and then using a hoe to create several ridges according to the different vegetables...

Several nimble middle-aged women were picking up the seedlings that had already grown in the two fields ahead and transplanting them here, while exclaiming in amazement: "Sancheng, I think your Tantan is really lucky in farming!"

"Look at these vegetable seedlings, they look so energetic! If you have any extra, give me two. I think these pepper seedlings are really good..."

"Okay!" Song Sancheng was generous in this regard: "If we can finish transplanting tonight, everyone can share the extra ones."

There are still three or four hours before the sun sets. With twenty or thirty people scattered across these seven fields, how can we not get the job done

Everyone started laughing: "Then I think your seedlings are really not enough..."

But there is no shortage of vegetable seedlings in the village. The person who asked the question just now just saw that the seedlings were growing strong and couldn't help it... In the end, it was just like everyone said, after planting seven plots of land, there were still not enough seeds and seedlings!

Song Sancheng looked around and said, "Don't worry about it. Just take a rest. I'll get some soybeans from home and sprinkle them in later."

As it was getting dark, the tea pickers on the mountain had already gone down the mountain, and even those who were digging bamboo shoots stopped working early - there was no way, the bamboo forest was still darker than outside.

Everyone finished their work in groups of three or four, carrying their own kettles and stools, and walked back leisurely.

This long and busy day is finally over.

It was not until the figure gradually went away that Song Sancheng suddenly remembered something and shouted loudly: "Everyone, come and help clean up your uncle's house tomorrow!"

Someone in the distance responded, but Song Youde walked out with his hands behind his back, and then looked at the sky:

"Don't be so anxious to call for help. Tomorrow is Qingming Festival. I'm afraid it's going to rain early in the morning. Wait until lunchtime to see if it clears up before calling for help."

Song Tan was packing up his things nearby. Hearing this, his heart moved and he couldn't help but look at his grandfather Song Youde.

The lifelong farmer is not weak. The moisture in the air is increasing, and it is likely to rain tomorrow.

It just so happens that spring rain is as precious as oil. With such a rain, I don’t have to worry about the vegetables and peach trees planted today.

After thinking for a while, she picked up another bundle of straw:

"I'm going to add some more grass to the pigsty in case it gets too cold at night."

By the way, I went to see the king and told him that I would come to the back mountain in the evening...