Song Tan Jishi

  Since this is the case, of course you have to be prepared first.

  The outside of the barbed wire fence was blocked with golden cherry seeds, and all of them were sealed off. Only one exit was left on the mountain and at the bottom of the mountain next to the pond.

  Although picking peaches will be a bit more troublesome, it can save a lot of caregiver's effort in daily life.

   The inside of the barbed wire fence is not going to be idle either. Those who climb vines, regardless of beans, cucumbers, loofahs, and tomatoes, which one is suitable for planting.

  Song Tan said it lightly, as if these things could be arranged by waving her hands—in her memory, they could indeed be arranged by waving her hands.

   But that was before!

  Now that the Internet is so developed, if she doesn’t want to be the leader of a modern cult, or join the country as a teacher of cultivating immortals, she still has to keep a low profile...

   In short, be human.

  Be a normal person.

  But the behavior is normal, but when he speaks, he also brings out the meaning of understatement and not worth mentioning.

   Zhang Yanping listened to her arrangement, imagining the appearance of the garden full of vegetables and fruits, and now he couldn't help but look forward to it:

   "Okay, Tan Tan, you have done a good job of planning now! Even the corners and corners have been arranged, shouldn't there be interplanting in the peach grove?"

   "That's for sure."

  Song Tan said firmly: "There are not many varieties, just grow some early-ripening watermelons."

  Peach trees are planted late, even if they have aura, they have to slow down, take root first, then grow and bloom, and finally bear fruit.

  Song Tan predicts that it will become a late-maturing variety, and it should mature in August.

  She didn't plan to use any medicine on the peach orchard, at most she just pruned it, so the interplanting at the bottom didn't affect much.

  And the shape of the peach trees planted in orchards nowadays is exquisite, and they will not cover the sun overwhelmingly.

  Although it will still affect the lighting a little bit, it is not a big problem.

  Since this is the case, this land should also be used.

  Early maturing watermelon and other peach trees can be arranged after planting. It takes only three months to mature. Although they are not big, they are suitable for close planting.

  In this case, harvesting melons in July and picking peaches in August is just the right time.

  If you buy finished watermelon seedlings from others, you can harvest melons in June.

   Zhang Yanping heard her terrible and intensive arrangement, subconsciously shivered, and vowed to run if he saw the opportunity.

  It took a long time before he wiped his face:

   "Then according to your arrangement, I think your village will have to work for your family this year."

  Song Tan smiled slightly: "Except for planting trees, other tasks don't require much effort. Older middle-aged and elderly people can also do it."

   "At that time, I will ask the village party secretary to help organize it."

  The village organization, on the one hand, it is easy to divide the responsibilities when something happens, and on the other hand, it can not only help the family farm to improve the reputation, but also help the young party secretary to improve the performance...Why not do it?

  Zhang Yanping froze on the spot, and then stretched out his thumb after a while: "It's a pity that you didn't take the exam at the end of the universe."

   So here comes the question—

   "So many people work and have to take care of the meals every day. You can't ask someone to help cook every day, right? Then my aunt must be reluctant to pay."

   "But if she does it every day, shouldn't she get tired and get down?"

  Song Tan: …

  Damn it, it turns out that the most urgent thing is to hire a chef?

  She had no choice but to abandon Zhang Yanping again, and then went to the tea garden again, followed behind Ulan to help pick tea leaves, and whispered what her aunt said.

   As expected, Ulan was very excited when Qiao Qiao's life was involved.

  She even uttered a rare high-spirited sentence: "We don't plan your seventh cousin's house, but let Qiao Qiao learn a craft."

  Song Tan asked her: "Then if the seventh cousin really wants to give the house, should I want it or not?"

  This girl!

  Ulan glared at her, confidently: "Yes! Why not? I'm just talking. Besides, if there is a day, you have put your heart and soul into it, and it should be ours, so don't back down."

   "When the time comes, your Seventh Cousin will really want to, let's let the village cadres be witnesses!"

   Good or bad, everyone has a steelyard in their hearts.

   "It's just..." Ulan was pondering, but he couldn't help worrying about what to gain and lose: "You have to be talented to learn to cook, right? I'm afraid that Qiao Qiao won't be able to learn it if he doesn't have that muscle."

  Song Tan laughed.

  Song Tan is actually quite open to the fact that he can learn the craft or not.

   "Mom, even if Qiao Qiao doesn't have that muscle, he can't learn anything. After three years, five years, ten years and eight years of learning, he can always cook and take care of himself, right?"

   "If this can be done, isn't it better than anything else?"

  It seems to make sense to say so!

  Ulan has already fantasized about waiting for them a hundred years later. As a lonely old man, Qiao Qiao raises a group of bees in this old mountain village and cooks for himself...

  Although it's a bit bleak, but at least I can live on my own! He will also work in the fields now, and he will teach him how to grow vegetables seriously later in life, so he won't have to worry about it in his life.

"Okay, I'll call your aunt tonight, and ask her to find out about Seventh Cousin tomorrow. If it's okay, you bring all the tea and honey from our family, and talk to Seventh Cousin carefully. "

   "But Tan Tan," Ulan still warned her solemnly: "Since you have this idea, don't care about the house or not, if you agree to it, you have to do it."

   "Taking care of the elderly is not an easy job. If you are tired and wronged, Mom will do it for you, and you have to persevere."

  Song Tan laughed:

"Mom, you won't believe me when I say that I will take care of it myself. But I can earn money now, and I can hire a nurse to go over. You or my dad will watch the nurse and let him work hard. I can't afford the money." ?"

   These words are arrogant.

  Ulan glanced at her: "You can barely make up the final payment for this peach tree. What about tomorrow's labor costs? What about the rent in the village? What are you going to use to earn?"

  When it came to this, Song Tan got stuck.

   There are many places to spend money in the future, but she is just in the window period of crops, and nothing has grown!

   Alas, it's all the village party secretary's fault. She originally planned to talk about buns next year, but when she gave such a big piece of pie, it was suddenly brought forward.

  Tomorrow, ten or twenty people will be invited, plus the original three uncles, and the wages will be more than three thousand. Song Tan really has to think about where the money will come from.

  After thinking for a while, she ran back to the pond: "Brother Yanping, tell my dad to dig bamboo shoots together later!"

   Spring bamboo shoots, it’s time to eat them now!

  Ignoring Zhang Yanping's lamentation, Song Tan touched the phone—okay, the phone is going live for Qiao Qiao.

  She went home and prepared the basket, then turned on the computer, and sent a notice of "cutting leeks" in the WeChat group:

  [Tomorrow at ten o'clock in the morning, the bamboo shoots are springing up! Twenty yuan a catty, if you want to buy it, hurry up! It can be delivered to your home by Fengfeng Express, and the postage is at your own expense. ]