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Wu Lan glanced at her and said, "If you are tolerant, then send them to the back hill?"
Song Tan nodded and said, "The melons that have matured on our mountain are all big ones. Uncle Zhang has difficulty walking, and it would be too hard for him to pick the melons and load them onto the truck by himself."
"If Wu Lei, a young and strong man, doesn't do the hard work, who will?"
Good job!
Song Sancheng couldn't help but look at his daughter, and then asked her: "If he really wants to be lazy, can you still beat him?"
"How is that possible?" Song Tan smiled and said, "My brother Wu Lei doesn't care about anything else, but he still has a lot of dignity."
We are talking about human beings. As long as we have some etiquette and integrity, even if we go astray for a while, we can at least make our way back.
Otherwise, why go through so much trouble
"My uncle Zhang has eaten more salt than he has eaten rice. How can I not control him?"
Of course not. Wu Lei wore a straw hat and was in a good mood as he walked through the back mountain, through the woods, and then around to the peach forest.
There are some not-so-good memories between him and Lili here. It was also because of the live broadcast here that Lili's career suffered a setback...
But now, it is a good place for me to be lazy.
Just look at the deep and shallow shadows under the fence. You can reach the bright red tomatoes with just a stretch of your hand. How wonderful!
Besides, there are also shaded places to play in the peach forest. Even on the outermost layer, there is a thatched shed built by Zhang Bo for night watch...
With Uncle Zhang around, the dog and the goose won't come here easily. As long as he finds a good Feng Shui spot, he can use his phone all day long!
Just as I was fantasizing happily, I heard Uncle Zhang shouting, "Cousin Tantan, right? Come on, young man, give me a hand and get this big watermelon onto the tricycle."
Uncle Zhang sighed, "My legs and feet are not good, and I am old, so it is really hard!"
Wu Lei was stunned.
He didn't doubt it at all, and just responded enthusiastically: "Okay!"
Then he stretched out his hands, lowered his body, and hugged the huge melon which weighed twenty kilograms!
…
At the foot of the mountain, Song Tan saw that the cloth bag in his hand was almost full of rice grains, so he called Zhang Yanping to change the bag.
I took the rice to the plastic sealing machine on the side, wrapped it in a thick plastic bag I had prepared in advance, and then vacuumed and compressed it.
Soon, a five-pound bag of rice that looked like a square brick was packed.
Seeing this, the seventh cousin asked, "Why do you want to do this? We can eat at home, there is no need to pretend like this."
Song Tan thought of the beautiful bouquet that had been kept at his grandfather's house for more than a week before it withered, and now he also responded: "I'm giving it to someone. I'll mail it out this afternoon."
Wu Lan also remembered something: "Oh, Tan Tan, pack a few more 10-jin bottles and send them to Yan Ping's family, your uncle's family, your aunt's family... all of them."
As for my uncle's family, no one mentions it anymore.
Wu Lan didn't mention it. Song Youde was quietly picking up the rubble in the flower bed nearby, and he didn't say anything when he heard it.
"Okay!"
As Song Tan spoke, he weighed and bagged the food neatly, and then he couldn't help asking again: "Brother Yan Ping, you really don't plan to go back and take a few days off?"
Zhang Yanping waved his hand: "You can take a vacation, but you don't have to go back."
You don’t have to punch in when working here. Just wake up when you smell the food. It’s no different from being on vacation.
He is not like Wu Lei, who does heavy work every day.
"I video chat with my mom every day, so it's really not appropriate for me to go home recently."
In his mother's eyes, Tan Tan is a perfect person, but the fact is that he works in the countryside!
Nowadays, everyone in the countryside feels that there is no future, so they all want to move to the city, preferably with a stable job.
But... Zhang Yanping thought: Where else can I get such a stable job with such good food
He even counted his savings and couldn't help thinking, when Secretary Xiao Zhu came back next time, he would see if he could buy a residential plot in the village and build a house for himself...
If possible, he would love and care for his seventh cousin Tan Tan, Qiao Qiao, and his whole life!
But this matter still needs long-term consideration. Firstly, it is difficult to pass the mother's test, and secondly, the money on hand is not enough.
After thinking for a while, Zhang Yanping flipped through Tao Tao Bao's backstage message again:
"Tan Tan, a few days ago, many customers asked us if we had old coarse cloth sheets to cover the sofas. Can we get them?"
"No, not on."
Song Tan answered promptly and clearly.
Their village has never been famous for its textile industry. The coarse cloth sheets are only made by themselves, and the output is really not something to be taken into account.
Nowadays, there are basically no people who can make this anymore, and there are plenty of them sold online, so there is no need to force it in this store.
"Okay, what about Qiao Qiao's straw mat? A lot of people were attracted by his live broadcast yesterday. I watched the replay, and I think someone would want it even if I sell it at a higher price."
"What straw mat?!"
Song Youde became excited.
"You made it up!"
Zhang Yanping smiled and said, "It's green like emerald, so beautiful, and it's cool when you sleep!"
Look, Qiao Qiao doesn’t need to turn on the air conditioner when she sleeps at night, and she still has to use a small quilt.
He couldn't do that. Although it was a little cold in the village at night, that was only in the second half of the night. The central air conditioner had to be turned on in the first half of the night. He should have slept well! It was just those old coarse sheets.
Song Youde instantly became proud: "That's right! With my skills, I can weave a straw mat, so it must be very stable."
But he couldn't help but tell the truth: "But the color of the straw mat is so beautiful, I have never seen it before."
After all, the rush is sprinkled with wood ash to repel insects and kill bacteria, and is also exposed to the sun...it would be strange if it didn't fade.
But the grass this time was strange. After being exposed to the sun for so long, it was dried up and had been sterilized and free of insects, but its color was still so fresh and transparent, and it seemed to be even better.
Song Youde couldn't help but admire the woven bamboo mat for a long time.
"But I didn't pay attention to the edge of our field, and it seems that there is no grass."
The old man felt some regrets.
Song Tan suddenly remembered: "Yes."
Then he pointed to the mountain behind him and said, "Grandpa, wait for two days. I'll negotiate the contract with the village and pay the down payment. Then the mountain behind will be ours."
"There's a grass pond with a big depression next to it, and that's all they grow."
In fact, she lied. She didn't have that many hairs, and they were even a little sparse.
But grandpa helps with housework every day, but he doesn’t have a proper job like grandma picking tea leaves, and he doesn’t want the money...
Now it would be more comfortable to find a career for the old man than to take money from his children.
As expected!
Song Youde instantly perked up. He put down the half-picked stone in his hand and asked impatiently, "Where is it? I'll ride over there and take a look."
Song Tan: …
"No hurry, don't let the news leak out yet, wait until I finalize the contract."
Now that the contract is signed, I'll put some effort into getting that piece of grass out, and then we can talk about other things.