But Grandma Qi shook her head and said, "I just love eating that soft and sticky fried rice."
Song Tan was not picky anyway: "Okay, next year when we lease the mountain land, we will have more fields, we can plant whatever we want to eat."
"I can get two acres of millet."
"And wheat, plant more this winter."
"By the way, Uncle Seven, there are sorghum and corn planted at the foot of the mountain behind. If you don't like eating coarse grains, you can use them to make wine."
"OK!"
Grain wine, brewed by myself, my seventh cousin loves it so much!
He nodded continuously: "Look, if you had known you had the ability to farm this kind of land, you should have told me when you contracted the land and didn't have enough money! I still have some capital to lend you, so you can contract more."
Song Tan laughed: "That won't work."
Apart from anything else, when she first started farming, she spent 60,000 yuan from her family, and she could hear Song Sancheng and his wife sighing at night.
Besides, there weren’t that many people at home at the beginning!
Song Tan pondered: "After I go to the village to sign the contract, during the New Year, Secretary Xiao Zhu asked me to help me make some connections and see if there are any young people who want to stay at home and farm."
This way the manpower can be transferred over.
This remark aroused the seventh cousin's worries again - his son...
never mind.
The seventh cousin forced himself to calm down: the person who would take care of him in his old age was right in front of him, so he couldn't be greedy.
If a person is greedy, he will end up with nothing.
At this time, Wulan swept up all the rice husks that had been blown up before, and then carried them to the back of the mountain in the familiar big red plastic bucket:
"Mom, are you feeding the pigs? Let me do it, you take a break."
Song Tan shouted quickly.
"Need not!"
Wulan waved her hand and said, "There aren't many rice husks here. I'll prepare some for the pillow tomorrow. I'll use these to feed the chickens first."
This is what we used to stuff into pillows at home!
Song Tanjing declined: "No, no!"
Rice husk pillows are just like buckwheat pillows. If they are not turned over and dried regularly, they will easily become moldy and infested with insects. She is not that diligent.
Wulan also laughed: "There is no shortage of pillows at home, why would I do that? I just want to tease you - OK, take a rest, I'm going to feed the chickens."
The chicks have been raised for a few months, and they may lay eggs next month. Leave the rice husks for them to dig for fun, and they can also be used as nests for laying eggs.
She walked in a free and easy manner. Her originally short and plump figure had become thinner at some point, and her body became much more agile, and her face was rosier than before.
Even... Nowadays, during the busy farming season, I have time to play with my grown-up children.
Song Tan looked at her back and once again felt that staying in his hometown to farm was the best thing to do.
…
The rice was simmering in the pot, and the wooden lid could not cover up the tempting aroma at all.
After drinking the rice soup, everyone broke out in a hot sweat. They couldn't help but go out to smell it twice, and then drank some tea with hunger.
Well, my stomach feels even more unhappy, and there are gurgling sounds one after another.
Sitting there now, my saliva is constantly flowing.
As night fell, Song Sancheng and Song Youde happily brought back several baskets of rice on his electric bike. Wu Lei was holding a sickle, with his head down and shoulders slumped, staggering back step by step, like an old zombie...
"Is it time to have dinner?"
The students in the living room sat up in shock from their dying illness and fell directly in front of the window!
Tired and hungry, Wu Lei had no idea what everyone expected of them.
He had suffered a lot this afternoon and returned to the yard numbly. He just put down the sickle and climbed directly to the third floor by holding the railing of the stairs.
Song Tan also asked: "Brother Wu Lei, do you want me to bring the food up to you?"
He wanted to raise his hand to say hello, but he felt like his arms and waist were about to break. At this moment, he could only respond in a low voice with bitter tears in his eyes.
Apart from anything else, he just wanted to wash himself quickly, then fall into bed and sleep soundly.
It would be better if you can avoid washing it.
But forget it, I can’t afford to lose my sloppy face in front of Qiao Qiao.
…
At this moment, my seventh cousin quickly mixed the remaining cold dishes and the meal was finally ready!
No one wasted even a minute pushing and shoving, and they just went straight into the restaurant and sat down!
At this moment, all we have to do is wait for the meal.
Song Youde originally said he would come back tomorrow to eat, but he couldn't move his legs when he smelled the rice. Song Tan had no choice but to ask Qiao Qiao to bring grandma over as well - there was another table for the family to eat at in the kitchen, so it didn't really affect anything.
Song Tan held the bowl of rice and planned to go to the restaurant to accompany his old classmates to show his hospitality. However, as soon as he entered, he saw that everyone had already started eating!
The small talk before the meal, the lively chat during the meal, including the toasting of drinks, etc...
None at all.
At this moment, everyone was eating with their heads down. How could this be a restaurant
It's clearly another pig farm!
But... it's good.
Song Tan also sat down happily, and then took a big mouthful of rice with satisfaction - the rice was so white, so fragrant, and so delicious!
Sitting next to him was the class monitor, who was sobbing as he ate: "Song Tan, Song Tan, you have such a good life, why are you so low-key at school? If you say the food at home tastes like this, I will come to your house and be your son-in-law, okay?"
"Don't worry, there will be no Dragon King returning in three years... "
"I wouldn't dare!" Song Tan laughed, "Your parents might come knocking on our door later."
In their small place, the elderly still take this kind of thing very seriously.
The female classmate next to me was also very satisfied and wanted to cry: "That's right! If I had known your food was so delicious, I would have definitely become your best friend when I was in school! We would eat together, live together, sleep together, and go back to your house together..."
Wu Qianqian, however, managed to regain her sanity after fiercely shoveling half a bowl of rice, and then snorted arrogantly:
"Song Tan, I want to buy 20 kilograms of this rice when I leave. Tell me how much it costs."
At worst, I can ask her dad for it.
Song Tan was stunned for a moment, then he looked at Qianqian who was rich again with a smile, and then sighed regretfully: "No, the rice hasn't even been harvested yet."
"And you've seen how much rice we planted this year. There's only this much. We have a large family and can eat a lot, so it's not enough for ourselves, so we're not selling any of it."
These words were like a bolt from the blue, and the entire table fell silent!
After a long while, the monitor also had tears in his eyes: "Are you really not going to sell it?"
"Really not."
Song Tan shook his head helplessly: "Just tell me, how much can we harvest from these two acres of land? And look at your appetite. We have the same appetite. It's not enough!"
A group of people who had never done farm work, even if they didn't understand anything, could calculate in their minds that it would definitely be a lot to eat in one meal.
But...but this rice is really delicious woooo!
At one moment, everyone felt the same pain.