The topic got off track as we talked.
After everyone left, Song Tan did some calculations and then said to Wu Lan, "Mom, talk to the aunts tonight and ask them to help pick some tea leaves after dinner. I will bring it over tomorrow. It must be seven kilograms."
Five pounds from Yuncheng, one pound from the bureau, and the other one pound belongs to those poor old men.
Oh, that's not right.
Song Tan also thought of someone.
"Pack another three kilograms and I'll send it to the imperial capital."
"Give grandpa another pound to drink. Don't mention the price. Take more after he finishes drinking. My dad is the same. How can he not be willing to taste the food from his own home? Let him drink as much as he wants, just don't give it to others."
Tea can't be eaten as a meal. How much can you drink throughout the year
As expected, Wulan fell into her old habit. When she heard that her family members were drinking, she felt heartbroken.
According to their custom, the good ones should be sold, and the crooked ones should be kept for home consumption. But this matter also involves the child's grandfather, what can she do
She could only settle for the next best thing: "Leave half a pound of spring tea for your father, and let him drink the rest of the summer tea."
The price of summer tea has plummeted compared to spring tea, so Ulan is relatively less distressed.
Song Tan said helplessly: "Mom, with the quality of our tea this year, summer tea is very bitter. Maybe someone wants this kind of tea specifically."
So she never intended to sell it cheaply.
Wulan felt heartbroken again, but then she changed her mind and her face brightened up again:
"Oh my! We've sold ten kilograms!"
He was calculating in his mind: even if he added subsequent investments, such as the three thousand yuan dog or something, the money of the old couple and Tan Tan combined, the one hundred and twenty thousand yuan has been recovered now!
Oh my, it’s only been a month! Why didn’t I know that farming can make money so quickly
Song Tan: …
The three pounds given to the imperial capital were not for sale.
Since the other person doesn't want anything in return and is even reluctant to reveal anything, I naturally can't ask for money, so I'll just send all the good things at home to him so he can have a taste.
Speaking of which, Song Tan also sighed: I hope these spiritual energies will be good for his wounds.
…
Wulan went to the kitchen with a smile on her face and cooked a simple meal, not feeling tired at all.
There was no other way. She couldn't rely on her son, and her daughter's cooking skills were just so-so. In order to prevent the children from wasting her own food, she could only endure more hard work.
Just then, Song Sancheng came back carrying a hoe.
Following behind him was Zhang Yanping.
After not seeing him for the whole morning, his sweatshirt with brand logos printed all over it was now covered in mud, sweat and dirt.
In the morning, Song Sancheng said that the dew was heavy on the mountain, and found him a pair of old rubber shoes to wear, but he refused to do it.
Nowadays, even the best-known brand of sports shoes have been made as heavy as gold by the sticky mud and look like two completely different shoes.
Qiao Qiao immediately greeted him: "Brother, Dad said you worked hard today, so I'll give you some bubble gum!"
Zhang Yanping took the chewing gum almost viciously and stuffed it into his mouth. The low-quality flavor clouded his mind, so that when he reacted, he realized what he had just said -
As expected, Song Sancheng looked appreciative: "Yan Ping is great! I saw that you couldn't do any work in the morning, you looked so weak, and I thought you wouldn't be able to work in the afternoon?"
"I didn't expect you to have such perseverance. Okay, I'll go clean up the kennels for a few dogs this afternoon, and you can come and help me."
At that time, Zhang Yanping wanted to slide his legs out and lie down directly from the stool.
I can't do it anymore, I really can't do it anymore.
He stretched out his hands and saw two sparkling blisters in his white palms.
"Tan Tan, look at me, I'm really not that kind of person! Let me go."
Song Tan really came closer to take a look, and then grabbed his wrist: "Mom, bring a needle! It's cut!"
Zhang Yanping immediately started screaming.
When he was holding his broken hands with a sad look on his face, Song Sancheng said, "Let's talk. I looked in the chestnut forest on the back mountain and the vegetable garden next to it this morning. I found a good place. What kind of doghouse do you want to build?"
Song Tan thought about it: "For dogs, there is no need to be picky about the house type or anything. They can still work for many years. Dad, you just need to build it solidly. For example, for Da Wang, you need to put a little brick and cement or something to make a floor in the doghouse."
Song Sancheng thought about it and said, "Okay, I asked your grandfather and he said he has old blue bricks, which are just right for paving the ground. I'll see if anyone in our village has cement and red bricks. I'll give some to them and build a nest for them."
“The old tiles were laid directly on top.”
"You can stuff those unwanted clothes and straw in there. Change them once a month or so, and they'll be clean and warm."
After saying this, he couldn't help but feel pleased:
"The place I picked is great. It's shaded in the summer and sunny in the winter. I guarantee it'll be more comfortable than living on a human!"
Qiao Qiao opened her eyes wide: "Then can I sleep with the king?"
There is no problem sleeping with the king. This guy is so slick and serves me better than anyone else.
Besides, rural children are tough. They played with insects and mud when they were young and don’t care about so many things.
But the problem is—
"No, the blue brick floor is too cold and humid."
Wulan refused outright.
Seeing Qiao Qiao's face fall, Song Tan pointed at San Bao who was whining and wandering around a few big dogs:
"Qiao Qiao, you always think about the king, they will feel sad. And these little treasures, you picked them up, don't you take good care of them?"
Qiao Qiao really fell into the emperor's state of mind - the king felt safe, but the remaining seven treasures were also cute in their own ways. Who should he take care of first
How should we take care of it so as not to make other dogs sad
For a moment, this complicated problem occupied his young mind and he could no longer care about anything else.
But that’s not the end of the story.
This is what farm work is like, there is new work to do every day.
"Dad, please contact the man who plowed the land last time. Tomorrow, we need to plow the topmost field of flowering clover."
Song Sancheng was a little embarrassed: "It would only take him a few hours to drive the machine over to work on that piece of land. It's not worth paying him a day's wages. It's only 500 yuan! If you pay less, he won't be interested in coming..."
After all, the machine has to be transported here on a tricycle.
Wu Lan glared at him and said, "You are really old-fashioned. To grow Astragalus, rough tillage is enough. But if you want to grow vegetables in that field, you have to plow it and till it carefully. At the end of the day, it will take a lot of work."
Zhang Yanping was confused: "Is the machine expensive? Can't I buy it myself? Five hundred yuan is too expensive!"
Song Sancheng shook his head: "Five hundred yuan covers the labor, the machine, and the gas. We don't have to worry about anything. Just tell us how you want it to look."
"It's not expensive to buy it yourself, but firstly, it breaks down all the time and we don't know how to fix it. Secondly, there are only a few of us in our family, so who has time to plow the land now? Sitting on it and turning the fields all day is not an easy job."
Zhang Yanping retreated instantly: "Thank you very much!"