“Boom!”
With a loud bang, the old house where Song Tan had lived for decades finally collapsed half of its wall under the operation of the excavator.
At this moment, the engineering teams each have their own tasks. Song Tan and his family looked at this yard full of childhood memories, feeling both excited and disappointed.
It was Wulan who wiped away her tears in a rare sentimental manner.
"When building this house, your father got the villagers to work together for a long time! In the hot summer, his back was sunburned and the skin peeled layer by layer, but he finally built the house... Later, the shed on the roof and the kitchen were all put together bit by bit."
"I have been in debt for several years to build this house, and now..."
Song Sancheng felt a little uncomfortable: "Why are you talking about this? Of course life will get better and better. We are enjoying the blessing of our daughter now, so you should enjoy it well..."
"What a treat!" Wu Lan wiped away her tears and glared at him: "Don't think I can't find your fishing rod hidden in that shed! I'm just too lazy to bother with you."
"There's so much work to do at home, and you're still dreaming about fishing. You're dreaming! Hurry up and find someone to pick the peach blossoms on the mountain."
"I think there's a piece of open space next to the pond under the peach forest. Why don't you take Qiao Qiao there to plant some corn or sorghum or something, so that the child won't keep nagging."
Qiao Qiao only knows how to grow corn, but this year he was not given the opportunity to show his talents!
It's already May now. If we don't give Qiao Qiao a little hope, would we be doing justice to the child's hard work over the past six months
As for sorghum, it was my seventh cousin who suggested it.
He said he would plant some and make some wine in the fall.
Since there is space in every corner, just sow the seeds there. As long as they can survive, the yield doesn't matter.
Song Sancheng: …
Thinking of his fishing rod, he felt a little guilty. So he took Qiao Qiao, who was curious about watching people tearing down the house, and went to open up the wasteland with a hoe and seeds without saying a word.
At this moment, the guy driving the excavator leaned out of the high window and shouted, "Sister! Don't worry! You know my excavator skills. I promise to tear this house into pieces in one day!"
This... is not necessary.
Song Tan looked at him curiously: "How did you get into the engineering team?"
This young man came to their mountain to reclaim wasteland in March.
The young man was a down-to-earth person, he ate a lot and worked diligently, and he managed to finish 7 days' work in just 5 days. It is hard to find such diligent young people nowadays.
Song Tan was quite surprised to see an acquaintance.
The young man hadn't been seen for a month, and his skin had darkened several shades. Now he smiled, revealing a mouthful of white teeth:
"Sister, this construction team is very famous and they offer high salaries. When I heard they were coming to the village to work, I followed them right away."
"Who knew that I would find out after I arrived that the engineering team brought their own food and did not eat at your house..."
His face was full of resentment.
Song Tan...
She didn't dare to respond - don't you guys know how many people are there in your engineering team and how much they can eat
Now that the family has moved to her grandfather's house, she doesn't plan to hire anyone to do the work and won't provide meals for them.
For example, picking peach blossoms is just like the aunts who are still picking tea. When the time comes, everyone goes back home to eat.
It’s not that grandpa’s yard is small or cramped, in fact, it’s quite big.
But the problem is that the white fungus in the mountains can now be picked on a large scale, so they have to hurry to pick it and dry it in the sun.
If you stack them up layer by layer to dry, you need some space, right? This way, it will be inconvenient to keep the food.
As for the wood ear, it will grow a little slower, but Song Tan estimated that it will be almost ready in a month or so.
Oh my, summer is truly a season of harvest!
The whole family squeezed into their old house, but Song Youde and Wang Lifen were the happiest.
They still have the old ideas and always think that a lively family is the best. However, as time goes by, the family divides into several parts. After their youngest son Song Sancheng got married, the family was divided up.
It is comfortable for a couple to live together, but sometimes they can't help but miss their children.
Now that Song Tan is building a new house and moving here temporarily, they don’t find it noisy at all.
According to Song Youde, "This shows that the family is very popular and is obviously going to prosper!"
But before he became prosperous, he still had to ride his old electric bike into the mountains time and time again.
I saw him riding his little bike again, whizzing down the long slope, and then turning into his own yard as if he was familiar with the way.
Song Tan couldn't help but feel his heart skip a beat!
This old man has a car but he doesn’t even know how old he is!
On the seat that was originally reserved for grandma, there was a large basket filled with freshly picked white fungus.
Seeing this, she couldn't help but say, "Grandpa, isn't my uncle Zhang driving a tricycle? You don't have to work so hard."
"How can that be possible?"
Song Youde refused to admit his age: "His tricycle is a tricycle. We have so many white fungus. I have nothing to do anyway. What's wrong with riding a tricycle?"
This bike is the only one in the village now, it's so cool! Every old man's eyes are green with envy, Song Youde always looks cool when he rides the bike!
Although it can’t carry as much cargo as Zhang Wang’s small tricycle, it is very convenient for transporting daily necessities in the fields.
Song Tan: ...Okay, as long as you are happy.
She didn't try to persuade him, but just lowered her head and looked at the white fungus in the basket.
The white fungus growing wildly on the chestnut trees in the mountains has been exposed to the sun and rain, and has now completely unfolded its milky white and translucent "petals".
Only those that are ripe will be picked.
Zhang Yanping squatted down and took a look, wondering:
"I thought you could grow anything! I don't think your Tremella is that good. Have you seen the Tremella from Gutian? I can't even cover one with my open palm! They are so big, so round, and so white!"
The seventh cousin was resting nearby. He glanced at him and asked, "What can you eat?"
"The white fungus growing on this tree trunk has small fungus seeds, but strong vitality. It depends on the sun and feng shui."
"It was born and raised, it's this big, and it's not standard."
"On the contrary, people are now building greenhouses and scientifically planting things on a large scale. The kind that relies on densely packed mushroom sticks in one room is regular, round and big."
“But the problem is that it doesn’t taste good.”
Zhang Yanping: … Actually, he didn’t think there was any difference. Aren’t they all crushed and stewed into soup
He murmured secretly, not daring to act unruly in front of the chef. However, his seventh cousin already knew what he had guessed, and he snorted and laughed:
"You probably haven't eaten enough good things. For example, the vegetables in the greenhouse and the vegetables in the fields, one has the taste of vegetables and the other doesn't, that's the difference!"
Song Youde really agrees with this statement: "Buying vegetables in the street in winter is not only very expensive, but also tastes bad."
But if you ask them what the taste is, they can't tell, it's just the smell of vegetables.