Song Tan Jishi

  Wang Lifen earned one or two thousand dollars picking tea leaves in March. Although the speed is a bit slower, the quality is not bad!

   You can't hear such words nowadays!

   At this moment, I quickly asked: "Am I old at this age?"

  Mao Li got stuck again.

  She calculated the age of the old lady in her heart: You are already in your seventies or eighties, aren't you old?

  Ulan didn't expect this to mean something, it meant that she was helping the old lady at home—after all, it's not hard work for everyone to eat together and help choose a dish!

   Instead, he responded with a smile: "Not old, really not old, this year you and my dad look very energetic, very good!"

  That's not right, the aura is scattered in the food and tea leaves in front of and behind the house. Subtly, let's not talk about curing diseases, but mentioning that the spirit is still stable.

  Wang Lifen thought about it for a while, and became more firm in the old saying: "Sure enough, we are poor. The more work we have, the better our spirits will be."

  Ulan smiled at Mao Li again: "Sister-in-law, there were a lot of people at noon today, so I thought about booking a table in the family cafeteria at the head of the village. That restaurant has good craftsmanship, and it is also a local pot meal. Our mother insisted on not doing it."

  Auntie heard the words and answered decisively: "That can't be done. There are vegetables on the ground at home, why should you spend money to eat other people's? It's so expensive!"

While sitting in front of a pot of vetch without hesitation, he picked it up, and said: "Where is Tantan? Last time I gave this dish to me and didn't say how much it was. You said that this child has good things to sell for money." Ah, why give it to us? My family, I can’t eat anything.”

   Looking at the large bundle of vetch flowers in the pot in front of her, most of them are purple vetch flowers with pink flowers, she couldn't help feeling more regretful: "It's getting old now."

  Ulan laughed: "Tan Tan came back and said, you even took his aunt to buy ducks, which was dozens of dollars cheaper."

   "Besides, it's my own family, and only good things should be kept."

Look at the zi vetch on hand again: "I thought about selling it this year because I was short of money. Who knows that it tastes really good, but now that the flowers are blooming, I can't eat it. There is only so little left. I might as well eat it at noon." Let's fry it."

  Why is there so little left?

  Maoli also quickly laughed:

   "I said, why did you send Zi Yunying over there. I only found out after going to the vegetable market that this thing is so expensive. Look at me..."

  She made a look of shame: "I thought it was two yuan a catty, so I went and said to buy it for ten yuan. The child Tantan was so angry that he didn't sell it."

   Song Tan didn't say anything about it when he came back, and it was the first time Ulan heard about it.

  Hearing this inconsequential tone of voice at this moment, I felt angry, thinking that for twenty yuan a catty of vegetables, you want to buy five catties for ten yuan. What dream?

  My own relatives can't settle accounts like this!

  Sending is giving away, buying is buying, these are two different things.

  But before she could say anything, Song Sancheng walked back with Uncle Song and Uncle Song with a smile on his face, then turned around and went home with a pocket of yellow paper:

   "Let's go, let's go to the grave first."

   Uncle Song looked around in the yard: "Where's our dad?"

  Speaking of this, it was hard for Song Sancheng not to show off, so he raised his chin reservedly: "It's the back mountain. Tantan is going to plant fruit trees there, and my dad is watching there now."

   Uncle Song was startled: "Planting fruit trees?"

   "That's not a joke. She's a girl, so you just let her go? If you lose money at that time, it's not a small amount."

   "Let's talk about it..." He looked back at the mountain: "Didn't you see any movement above you?"

  My family always thought about what they said, and Song Sancheng didn't think about the loss of money he said, but added another sentence proudly:

   "As soon as Tantan came back, the village party secretary said that she was some kind of college student returning to her hometown to start a business, and begged us to take over the back mountain area."

   "No, it's subsidized and managed, and now I'm planting fruit trees on that barren hill. I'll dig a hole today, and I guess the saplings will be shipped over in the afternoon."

   The guy with the excavator had to work hard. The work was supposed to take five to seven days, but it was almost done in less than four days.

   Now use the big bucket to dig a hole, once you dig a hole, the rest of the people can repair it and wait for the tree planting.

  Oh, the young man Yanping found is real!

  But he went to the urban area to pick up fruit seedlings in the morning, so he has not been seen for a while.

   Speaking of this, Song Sancheng was still vaguely worried: "This kind of tree is a few days late, and I don't know if it will affect the harvest."

  Ulan couldn't see him in such a state of embarrassment, so he hurriedly interrupted:

   "Hurry up and burn it. If you don't burn it, it will be noon. By the way, tell the farmer not to leave today, and stay for a meal."

  The money required for arable land is quite solid, but at the beginning it was said that no food was paid, and people really didn’t eat it.

  There are also relatives in the village here, and I go to relatives' houses every time.

   It’s almost over today, so it’s inappropriate not to keep people for a meal.

  Song Sancheng checked the time, it was really late, so he hurriedly took his uncle and uncle to the back mountain.

   Going to the grave, most of the local rules are still a matter for men. Auntie and Mao Li went if they wanted to, and pulled them down if they didn't want to.

  But Mao Li and Sun Yanyan were thinking about more and better things in the field, while Auntie was looking at the dishes that ten or twenty people had to prepare, and she couldn't move her hands to help at the moment.

   At this moment, Song Tan drove back with Qiao Qiao.

  The car was also parked at the gate of the courtyard, and there was a faint smell. She connected a water pipe from the faucet outside, and it was flushing at the moment.

  Seeing this, Ulan couldn't help wondering:

   "Didn't you mean to drive to the back mountain for a stroll? What is this pretending to be? It smells."

  Song Tan laughed: "My dad is sure, my Uncle Zhang went to the back mountain early this morning to help. He picked up all the broken branches and leaves."

   "Then pile it up next to the orchard, and ask me to take it to our back mountain to meet the king—he will take away the manure from the pigsty, chickens and ducks in the future, and compost it together."

  Speaking of this, Song Tan really felt that the salary of two thousand yuan was too worthwhile.

  Because Zhang Wang's family is a little lame, but they can work quickly and have a lot of strength. Don't look at people who are silent, but their brains are very progressive.

This morning, Song Tan saw with his own eyes that he combined pig manure, chicken and duck manure, grass and mud, etc. according to experience, and then piled them up in piles, and dug out a bag of farmyard manure fermentation bacteria from the basket. upside down...

  Song Tan was really surprised.

If people in the village know how to use chemical fertilizers and urea to make pesticides, she admits it 100%, but the fermenting bacteria are all kinds of beneficial fungi, and the range of various strains is very wide. She doesn't know about other villages, but the villagers are absolutely Never heard of it.