Song Tan: …
Could she say she forgot
The so-called picking means that tea handles are needed in the process of frying tea. The tea handles are generally made of thin bamboo branches. Some tender branches will inevitably break and fall into the tea leaves under high temperature baking.
Moreover, during the picking process of tea, some old leaves are inevitable. They will turn yellow during the frying process and can be easily distinguished and picked out.
But it doesn't matter.
She remained calm: "It's okay, Mom. At worst, they will have priority in buying tea in the future. You can just find someone to pick the rest."
Ulan also remained silent—priority? Why don’t you go to heaven
She dreams at night of people asking for refunds because the prices are too high.
But it’s already sold, so I can only think positively.
"That's not urgent. I saw in the forecast that it will rain the day after tomorrow. When it rains, we can't work outside. I'll call your four aunts who are picking tea over. It doesn't matter whether they are paid or not... Let's sit down and chat together."
If you drink five or six kilograms of dry tea a day, you can only save about ten kilograms in a few days, which only takes a short while.
Isn't it embarrassing to use this to withdraw money
Then he said proudly: "They can also make a lot of money by picking tea leaves this year."
Song Sancheng took a puff of his cigarette and said happily: "Our Tantan is still promising. Now he is doing well in farming and can also give our villagers a chance to make money..."
He was not good at speaking and could not come up with any more conclusions. He just kept mumbling, "Very good, very good..."
Song Tan found it difficult to understand this feeling.
Her hometown was her obsession for the past and present two lives, and her relatives were her inner belonging, but as for the village itself... Even in her previous life, she had spent very little time in her hometown since she started living in the school dormitory.
I have forgotten for too long and don’t have such a strong sense of belief.
But now, looking at the proud looks of Wulan and Song Sancheng, her heart was touched again.
Qiao Qiao stuck his head out:
"Are you ready?"
He said aggrievedly: "It's getting dark, the store is about to close."
The closing time of the village's small shop depends on how late the people chatting leave. Song Tan also stood up quickly:
"My king, let's go."
With a shout, the king came over obediently with the dog leash in his mouth. When the hook was put on the rope loop, Song Tan handed the rope to Qiao Qiao:
"Lead it and walk slowly. The king is very smart. You need to tell it if you have anything to say."
She reached out and touched the king's head. The furry touch made her heart soften, and then a ball of spiritual energy slowly flowed in.
The king let out a whimper from his throat, and at this moment he woofed in a low voice, all his muscles and bones stretching silently.
Then he glanced at Song Tan, and then he took the initiative to use his head to nod against Qiao Qiao's chest.
This made Qiao Qiao very happy!
"The King really likes me!"
He held the rope proudly and said, "Big King, let's go buy some bubble gum. Do you want some sausage? I don't know how much of my salary is left. Is it enough to buy some?"
"Do you eat eggs? If grandma cooks eggs for me tomorrow, I'll share them with—"
"No, I can't just give you one, I have to give the others..."
He looked worried again, apparently feeling that one egg was not enough to share.
Then she saw the dog tag around her neck and suddenly became happy. She held the dog tag and smiled at Song Tan, "Sister, mom said that if I get lost in the future, I can take it with me to find the police."
He wrinkled his nose: "Qiao Qiao remembered to clear the way, how could he get lost?"
The brother and sister chatted and laughed, and soon arrived at the convenience store.
There is an activity square in front of the store, which is naturally pitifully small compared to the urban area. But in their village, it was paved with a piece of land donated by villagers for free.
Several aunties who Song Tan was familiar with but couldn't name were sitting there chatting and laughing. There were also people slowly exercising on some fitness equipment nearby.
"Oh my, how can the dog be so big? It's like a tiger!"
The king's presence was so eye-catching that for a moment, even though the two solar street lights in the square were not very bright, everyone still gathered around him out of curiosity.
Of course, I didn’t dare get too close, and I just kept a subtle distance.
Song Tan noticed that there was a young girl here.
She was wearing a simple black baseball jacket. Her face was not very fair without makeup, but her eyes were particularly bright. She looked about the same age as Song Tan.
It was rare to see young people in the village, so subconsciously, Song Tan met her gaze and smiled back.
The other aunties listened to Qiao Qiao loudly introducing the king's greatness to everyone, and became more and more interested and amazed.
But it was obvious that the king knew his limits. Except for Qiao Qiao, if anyone dared to approach, he would take a step back with a ferocious look!
Although he showed no intention of attacking, his attitude made everyone a little scared.
When they heard Qiao Qiao's childish words, saying that there were seven dogs at home that needed to be released to guard the fields on the mountain, everyone's expressions changed slightly.
Song Tan knew that the news would spread throughout the village by tomorrow noon at the latest.
At this moment, an old man in the crowd said in a sarcastic tone: "Oh! In the past, we couldn't even feed our own people, so why did we feed this dog? It's the young people nowadays who are willing to spend money. I don't know where they earn the money."
Song Tan also said lightly: "Well, it does cost a lot of money. This dog used to be abroad. They take it out hunting, hunting bears and tigers."
"It's not convenient now, so just give the dog to me."
She was quite skilled in using the Spring and Autumn style of writing, and for a moment everyone looked at the king with fear in their eyes.
After a night of fermentation, Song Tan believed that tomorrow's rumor would be that she raised a dog that had eaten a tiger.
Maybe one should add: This is a dog sent from abroad. It dares to bite tigers, let alone humans!
After hearing this, the old lady really kept silent.
Song Tan had already achieved his goal, and now he told Qiao Qiao: "Don't you want to buy some chewing gum? Go quickly."
Then, she saw that everyone was looking at the king warily, and she slowly led the king to the road.
Under the dim street lights, the man and the dog seemed quite at ease.
At this moment, she heard footsteps behind her.
When I turned around, I saw the young girl catching up with me:
"Song Tan, is it?"
She smiled with her lips pursed, revealing a beautiful dimple on her cheek, and her whole expression was indescribably cheerful.
"I've heard your name before."
"I've tasted the astragalus in your field. It tastes very good. I wonder if you used a new type of fertilizer or a new variety?"
Song Tan raised his eyebrows: "Have you bought it?"
The girl was stunned for a moment, then her eyes lit up: "You are still selling this?"
Then he shook his head and said, "No. I was just passing by a field and saw Uncle Li pulling his cow away for a long time. I thought how delicious it must be, so I pulled one to try."
She held out her hand:
"Hello, my name is Xin Jun. I am the village party secretary of Yunqiao Village who just took office last year."
She blinked again and said, "If you have read the news, you should know that more than 900 college student village officials came to our province last year - I am one of them."