Cut the emerald green chives into sections and put them in a bowl. Cut the green onions into sections, leaving only the white part of the onion and chop it into fine pieces.
“Snap! Snap! Snap!
The knife hit the chopping board three times, smashing the white garlic cloves and the yellow tender ginger. The seventh cousin picked up the big kitchen knife and followed up with a few more slashes with skillful movements, chopping everything into fine pieces.
Wait until the oil in the pan is hot-
“Sizzle!”
The shrimps can be put directly into the pot without cutting off the heads and tails. They will quickly turn into a fragrant orange-red color. Just stir-fry them twice and the whole pot of shrimps will have changed color.
Dish out, wash the pan and heat up some oil, then add the chopped green onion, ginger and garlic and stir-fry until fragrant. When the chives are cooked, add a few scallions, sprinkle some salt, and add a little bit of sugar to enhance the flavor...
"Suck it!"
Old Zhao was clinging to the kitchen door and refused to leave no matter what!
"Let me eat one bowl! Eat one bowl before you leave! I'll just eat one bowl!"
"I really can't take it anymore! I really can't take it anymore! The customer has urged me many times. If I go back any later, the fish won't be able to hold on. Hurry—"
"You go back first, I'll wait for the next trip... Nephew, it smells so good here, do you have no nose? Why can you say such cold words!"
My nephew thought to himself that Aunt Wulan said I worked hard and gave me a big bowl of rice...
Well, of course, Lao Zhao can’t know about this.
He then exerted force with his hands and said, "Let's go. There is no next car. This is the last one! Besides, you haven't eaten enough water chestnuts yet, have you?"
While others were working in the pond, my eldest nephew was also humming and panting non-stop. Only Lao Zhao was picking up water chestnut vines by the water, picking up as many as he could find and eating as many as he could. After a whole morning, his mouth was white from eating so much water chestnut rice!
Just saying this, how can you have the nerve to stay for lunch
Old Zhao’s belly is round!
The young man dragged and tugged, using his muscular body, and forced Old Zhao into the passenger seat.
When the car started, Wulan breathed a sigh of relief:
"This old Zhao, if he really wants to stay, we won't neglect his food, so does he have to make it like a life-and-death separation?"
Song Tan, who had just returned from the mountain with a basket of watermelons, was delighted when he heard this: "He is just like that, totally different from my eldest niece!"
Speaking of Zhao Fangyuan—
"She said my grandfather's house is simple, and the drawings are ready, so we can take a look and choose. The construction team said they can start work at the end of September."
"Once we have the factory building on the mountain ready, she will come over to lay the foundation first. It will also be September, so we can arrange it."
Oh, isn’t that just perfect
There’s no more fish, no more vegetables, and no more watermelons to sell.
The pigs haven't grown up yet, but the chickens and ducks are laying eggs, but they are only enough for the family's consumption and storage.
Then the corn in the field can be harvested, but it’s only one or two acres of land, so it will only take the morning.
There are also some mung beans and sesame seeds, it’s not too late to harvest them in October.
These chestnuts will definitely be ripe by the end of September, but we won’t need them to do anything when we build the house, so it won’t affect anything!
Wulan calculated the time: it was now the end of July and the weather was hot, and it would be unbearable to work outdoors during the dog days of summer next month.
By September, although the temperature is still over 30 degrees, the temperature difference between day and night means autumn has arrived. By then, building the house will not affect their farming...
"Okay, okay! After we finish eating, I'll show the paintings to your grandfather and his family. After all, I think they can live for another 10 or 20 years, so they have to choose carefully."
After all, the old couple are hardworking and in good health. They have always been very healthy, and this year they are especially energetic.
Wu Lan thought so, and it was not an exaggeration at all.
Moreover, the drawings produced by Zhao Fangyuan always include both renderings and construction drawings.
They may not be able to understand the construction drawings, but the renderings are made on computers, with red walls and green tiles, and they look so beautiful. When the time comes, the old couple can use that to imagine their new house, and they will be right!
And now, their family is going to entertain the villagers at noon!
…
In fact, there were not many customers, just Zhou Maozhu and three fellow villagers who helped with fishing. They were about the same age as Song Sancheng and were in poor health and could not go out to work in the factory for long hours.
Otherwise, at their age, they could earn 100 or 200 yuan a day by working as laborers.
"I'm old, so bosses don't want me! There's not much work on construction sites now."
"Yes, and if you go outside and talk to the boss, for big projects the boss has his own team, but for small ones, he delays paying the wages..."
Song Sancheng paused while pouring tea: "Didn't I hear that now when migrant workers work, their bosses have to deposit a sum of money with the government, for fear of delaying their wages?"
“That’s a big project!”
Song Tan, a fellow villager who called Chen Uncle, held up five fingers and said, "I did it two years ago. I ran a long way on the plateau! I felt dizzy from the effort."
"The boss brought hundreds of people with him, but he didn't pay us after we finished the work, and we didn't get paid either. We had to wait in temperatures below zero every day, and it was remote, so we couldn't even buy instant noodles..."
"Finally, I asked the government over there and was finally paid - well, the boss is unlucky too, his superiors don't pay him, but he just endures it."
"But there is no other way. We can't bear it any longer. Besides, the salary for this kind of big job is not high, less than 8,000 yuan a month..."
Song Sancheng sighed and said, "Fortunately, I got the money in the end. Come on, have some tea. Let me show you some of my tea!"
The hot tea had just been brewed, and everyone was immersed in a trace of worry. No one moved, but sighed: "After all this trouble, it will be difficult to find a job in the next two years."
Song Sancheng moved his mouth, thinking that according to Tan Tan's plan, a lot of people would have to work in the second half of the year.
But in the end he said nothing, only picked up the teacup again:
"Thanks to you for your help these past two days. Come on, try some of my tea!"
With this reminder, everyone can smell the fragrance!
Song Sancheng was sincere in his hospitality and brought good tea. Everyone had a few acres of tea garden at home, and they knew a lot about tea, especially local tea!
"Wow! Thirty percent! It looks like your tea leaves were cultivated at great expense. They smell so good!"
"You've really invested millions, haven't you? This is Tan Tan's idea, right? How can this kid be so capable!"
It turns out that I was still thinking he was bragging!
How can they invest millions of dollars when there is no big move in the tea garden? What kind of family are they? Everyone in the village knows each other. Where did they get the millions of dollars
I estimate that the maximum investment in Yutang Taoyuan is about 100,000 or 200,000 yuan!
But now smell this aroma—
"Old Song, did you invest several million dollars in a bank loan? Is the interest rate very high?"
"You have such a large loan, can't I give you the low agricultural interest rate?"
"Then I guess the interest is quite high. My son bought that house with a loan of 300,000 yuan. The interest for 30 years is 310,000 yuan!"
"30%, we are one family, we can drink tea leaves, you should sell this good tea quickly, we don't care about these things."
"That's right! But you are lucky! Look at Tan Tan, he has the ability to get such a large loan, how promising!"
Song Sancheng, holding the teacup in a daze, said: … I haven’t said a word yet!