After the Qingming Festival, the family seemed to have some leisure time.
Of course, this leisure time is limited. For example, Wulan still goes up the mountain to pick tea every day, tirelessly.
Song Sancheng and his men cleaned up his seventh cousin's house tidyly. Wu Lan also helped to pack up all the old cotton quilts and asked Song Tan to take them to the town to play them again.
The sun shone warmly all day, and that night, Grandma Seven and Uncle Seven couldn't wait to go home and go to bed.
In fact, when you sleep at Song Tan’s house, you sleep soundly and deeply, and wake up refreshed in the morning!
But I slept comfortably, but I always felt a little uncomfortable before going to bed. As the old saying goes: A golden or silver nest is not as good as your own doghouse.
The old couple are even more uncomfortable with it.
So they returned home, laid out two thick mattresses and spread out an old coarse cloth sheet. After all, the temperature in the countryside was still a bit low, especially for them as they were old and afraid of the cold.
Cover it with a thin quilt...
Early the next morning, the old couple came over with their hands covering their cheeks.
"What's going on?"
Song Tan went to the chestnut garden to feed the dogs early in the morning, taking advantage of the heavy dew in the early morning when there was no one around and the spreading of spiritual energy, which also meant that rain and dew would be evenly distributed.
The chestnuts have grown lush and green, with fresh green leaves stretching out, piled up in layers on the branches, making the scene particularly lively.
Among the leaves, long flower buds are faintly visible and will bloom soon. It must be a good year.
On the edge of the garden, the golden cherries with tender branches were tied with ropes by Song Sancheng and had climbed up quite sensibly.
The tender leaves on top are stretching out, the purple-red tender stems below are growing strong and plump, and the fingernail-sized flower buds are faintly visible, creating a vibrant scene.
In the luxurious dog house in the garden are Sanbao and Sibao. They have been doing their job very well during this period. Song Tan stayed with them for a long time and now reluctantly left.
As soon as I entered the yard, I saw the old couple like this, and I couldn't help but feel curious.
The seventh cousin snorted:
"I'm angry."
Are you getting angry
But if you think about it carefully, there wasn’t anything particularly irritating that I ate yesterday, right
Zhang Yanping chuckled: "Seventh cousin, did you secretly soak ginseng at night? Why do you have such a severe sore throat?" Especially at such an old age, the body's reactions would normally be much slower. I didn't expect that the reaction would be so severe now.
Uncle Seven was even more angry: "What do you young people know? I told you that the quilt couldn't be exposed to the sun, it couldn't be exposed to the sun! But you insisted on spreading it all out in the sun. My goodness, the sun was so hot! My gums are swollen from the night I spent there."
Zhang Yanping was dumbfounded: "Doesn't sunbathing kill mites? Uncle Seven, you can't blame others for your anger."
Song Sancheng laughed: "Yan Ping, you don't understand. If you cover your quilt with the sun at night, it is easy to get angry. That is yang fire, and people with weak constitutions can't stand it. Uncle, can I get you a handful of wild chrysanthemums to soak?"
The seventh cousin waved his hand and said, "I drink tea leaves, I don't care about your wild chrysanthemums."
He hurriedly made breakfast, turned around and called Qiao Qiao with a small shovel in hand: "Come on, go dig some vegetables."
After thinking about it, he realized that he was now a salaried employee and had to show some respect to his employer, so he asked in a pretentious manner, "Is it okay to eat dandelions at noon? It can help with the internal heat."
Isn't this a useless question? If everything the chef cooks tastes good, then everyone will eat it.
Only Zhang Yanping once again sighed at the colorful life in his hometown - he picked ground vegetables after the last heavy rain, which took him the whole morning, and now he has to dig dandelions again.
"All the species in the village have been eaten..."
He muttered to himself, but he spontaneously picked up a small basket and went out with Qiao Qiao.
Song Sancheng was tightening the handle of the shovel in his hand, and said with a smile: "Yan Ping is much more diligent."
Song Tan snorted and laughed: He is looking for business opportunities everywhere and losing weight at the same time.
Besides, if he ate three big bowls of rice at a meal and didn’t do any work, Song Tan would have to send him back.
But now she remembered: "Dad, I see some white fungus on the mountain is almost ripe, we can pick some and bring them back to taste at home."
It won’t be bad anyway.
Song Sancheng stopped what he was doing, looking thoughtful: "It's strange, everything is growing well this year, except for more insects, there are really no diseases."
"I remember when I was growing Tremella fuciformis, it was prone to gray mold. I would scrape the tree with a small bamboo stick every day to remove the mold, and then apply lime water to disinfect it... Now it's much easier."
As for the white fungus, he turned it over and let it air out every day, and kept an eye on it!
"I looked and there aren't many picked in the first crop. After drying, there will be only about one or two kilograms."
Quite a lot.
Song Tan muttered: "This stuff is sold by gram online."
There is another thing -
"Over in the chestnut orchard, black fungus and white fungus are planted under half of the trees, and the other half is empty. What do you think we should plant?"
Now that there is no important work at hand, Song Sancheng is no longer opposed to planting. He can plant anything as long as it is not sweet potato.
He thought for a moment and said, "Why not plant more beans? Soybeans are indispensable."
That's true.
It can be used to grind soy milk, tofu, and bean skin. The bean dregs can even be used for cooking.
Of course, if you don’t want to fry it, you can also feed it to chickens or pigs, or press it for oil.
OK!
Song Tan made the decision: "Do you still have the soybeans that we saved for seeds last time? I'll plant some beans in the morning when no one is there."
Song Sancheng thought about it and picked up the hoe as well: "The land was plowed last time, but it just rained heavily. I'll turn the soil a little more in front, and you can follow behind and sow the seeds."
Song Tan is now much stronger than Song Sancheng. She took the hoe without leaving any trace, and then stuffed a small bag of soybeans into his hand! "Dad, let me do it."
In the blink of an eye, the whole yard was empty again.
The three little dogs circled the yard a few times, and when they found no one there, they grunted and started rooting around in the pile of junk again.
On this side, my seventh cousin spotted a piece of unattended wasteland and walked across it, stepping on the green ridges that were also covered with grass roots.
Although Grandma Qi had a sore throat, she was in a very good mood and was in the mood to comfort the child:
"Qiao Qiao, do you want to eat grass roots? Grandma will dig them for you."
Qiao Qiao nodded happily: "Eat."
Grandma Qi then used the shovel to dig on the edge of the field, and she dug out several tender white roots of white grass.
This grass root tastes sweet when chewed, and it is perfect for rural children to kill time when they are young.
Grandma Qi washed a handful of Imperata cylindrica roots in the field ditch with water and prepared to give them to Qiao Qiao. Thinking about it, nowadays, we are used to using running water, and the child’s stomach may not be as strong as when he was young...
You'd better take it back.