Song Tan Jishi

Chapter 1224 1224. The beggar is coming [two-in-one]

Xiangxiang is a maverick but happy-go-lucky pig.

Having been at Lao Song's house for two days, I gave him a separate area in the pig pen in the back mountain to let him get used to it, and also observed it in isolation.

ˆ Leaving behind its Dabao father and its grandparents, Xiangxiang no longer has apples, bananas, pears and other fruits, nor the carefully prepared pig rice every day.

 What he got was the same wheat bran and rice bran mixture as other pigs.

 The miscellaneous ingredients may be vegetable leaves, cabbage seeds, or cabbage heads.

but…

His pigs have never eaten such delicious food.

Xiangxiang wore her own big red flower jacket and instantly adapted to the life of sleeping on a pile of straw.

　　If I have any shortcomings... it's probably that I can no longer be led by my grandparents for a walk in the fragrant market.

But this mountain is quite interesting. If you wander around, you can find some dried acorn kernels and the like next to the pig pen, which is also very interesting.

Xiangxiang looked at her simple cement trough. What she was thinking about at this moment was not the beautiful carved white porcelain basin at home, but—

 Why hasn’t the meal come yet?

 …

Everyone was busy on the mountain. The seventh cousin was doing the part-time job of feeding the pigs. At this moment, he put down the pig food bucket and stared at Xiangxiang's already dirty red coat. He couldn't help but muttered:

 “Is it time to take off these clothes?”

This foreign pig looks fancy and wears fancy clothes.

He took it over and separated it from the pig pen. In the past two days, the big white pigs at home didn't look at it seriously. They clearly disliked this bloodline. The wild boars didn't pay attention to it either.

 Can it still be possible if this continues?

Without giving birth to ten or eight piglets next year, the family will have to eat more meat, and it will be a miserable life.

Just as I was thinking about it, I saw Zhang Yanping riding an electric bicycle down the mountain.

The seventh cousin then asked: "Yan Ping, why don't we take off this pig's coat? It's been wearing it in the pig pen all the time, digging into the mud, the ground, and the dead branches and leaves. How many times?" Mi Tai."

Zhang Yanping thought about it, but his seventh cousin was old and he didn't feel comfortable letting an old man undress the pigs, so he stepped into the pigsty himself:

"I'll do it. I heard that Xiangxiang is in good health and isn't afraid of the cold. She shouldn't catch a cold."

"No." The seventh cousin nodded confidently: "Didn't Yanran and the others check and say everything is fine? They have been quarantined for two or three days, and they are still domesticated. What danger can there be?"

"I would say that as soon as the clothes are taken off, they can be put into a pen."

 You have to hurry up when you are giving birth to piglets!

Zhang Yanping thinks about it too.

 “Okay, you have to get used to it.”

He said as he opened the door and entered the pigsty, carefully coaxing Xiangxiang to take off her clothes.

The seventh cousin looked at Xiangxiang, a 600-pound man, and couldn't help but click his tongue and shake his head.

 “Nowadays, people are free and dare to support anything!”

Fortunately, the 600-pound pig can be moved around in their yard.

 Looking at the time again, it was almost time to prepare lunch, so I said hello and went back by myself.

 …

At this moment, his bad apprentice Chef Bai Yanbai also got off the car at the entrance of the village and was looking at each other with the driver.

“It takes more than an hour to get here from the high-speed rail station. If you ask me for 400 yuan, aren’t you robbing people?”

The driver was not happy either.

 It's all about robbing people. How can a taxi driver not robbing people?

 Can you blame me for not making a counter-offer yourself?

 So he also said loudly:

"Why do you say that? If you didn't agree, you would have bargained with me at the beginning! When you agreed, you were very generous. I thought you were not short of money. Now that you are here, you want to cheat, right?"

 “Ouch!” The driver dealt with different passengers every day and couldn’t cope with any of them. Now he just opened his mouth and said sarcastically:

“You look very old, and you can’t even afford 400 yuan? You’re here to celebrate the New Year... OK, OK, I admit it, and I’ll give you five yuan.”

Chef Bai instantly became furious: "Is it the five yuan I'm missing?"

The driver also stared at him with wide eyes: "If you are short of 395, it will be even worse! You look very old, why can't you pay for the toll?"

"You're not...what are you doing in this village? Looking for relatives and friends? That's fine, just call them and ask them to pay for it. I can wait."

 Chef Bai almost fainted from anger.

 Can you wait? !

 Do you know how much my monthly salary and dividends were before? Is 400 yuan a thing here? If he hadn't mortgaged his house and invested it in Youran Ecological Base, and all the burdens on his family were weighing on his mind, would he have taken 400 yuan to make ink with someone right now? !

What’s more, I’m focusing on one today to leave a good impression on Master Song, because 400 yuan is nothing to spend here.

 He ​​thought for a while, and finally took out his mobile phone angrily: "Okay, okay, 400 is 400. I don't care if you give me the five yuan."

The driver raised his cell phone and looked at him while muttering, thinking that five yuan is not money, this man really knows how to show off!

Even just looking at it...it doesn't look like I'm returning home in fine clothes.

 But no matter what, as long as the money is received.

So he closed the car door, his face changed instantly, and he said to Chef Bai enthusiastically:

“I just gave you my cell phone number on the way. We need a car on the way back. Just call me and I’ll come. Don’t worry, it’s a bargain this time.”

Chef Bai was furious: "No, you can go."

Seeing the taxi go far away, he reacted slowly -

That...the original Master Song, where does he live now?

　Why has this village changed so much?

And it’s really strange, it’s broad daylight, why don’t I see anyone on the road?

 Chef Bai started to feel uneasy.

 …

 At this moment, people all over the village were gathered on the hillside.

The strong laborers left in the village today will plant orange trees.

Comparing to the shockingly big apple trees before, the orange trees are smaller after pruning. Now they are planting them in the holes dug before, and everyone is chatting:

“When we grow oranges here, don’t we always produce thick-skinned oranges? Others with thin skins are not frost-resistant and probably won’t survive.”

 “Are those thick-skinned oranges easy to sell?”

“It should be okay, right? Didn’t Shitoupo sell it for 1 yuan per catty this year? Pick it yourself. If it is delivered to the door, it will cost 2 yuan per catty.”

“But the radish and cabbage from Lao Song’s family can be sold for sky-high prices, so these oranges must be more than that.”

　　Everyone was talking about it and suddenly regretted: "If I had known, I would have planted one or two trees in front of the door."

 Indeed, Song Sancheng and his family hired experts to farm their land, and they were particularly famous old experts.

This kind of seedling is definitely a good choice.

 How about…

“Let’s go back and ask who in the village wants to plant some? See if you can buy some for us?”

 The most important thing is that this tree does not occupy any land. Nowadays, the open space in front of and behind every house is carefully cultivated, and the old Song family's vegetable seedlings are planted before they are ready.

It would be too troublesome to plant other fruit trees, but this orange seedling is not big, so it should be okay?

 Everyone discussed in twos and threes, and then pondered:

“It is said that there will be a lot of people picking vegetables this year, and we also need manpower... Judging from the way their whole family goes to the mountains to pack vegetables, I guess there will be a shortage of people this year... Otherwise, why don’t I go out to work?”

Someone next to me also agreed: "I don't want to go out. I'm getting older. I will be in the way when there is an inspection, and I won't be able to get to good places. Last year, I changed three to five factories in one year, and I was just running on the road."

“Hey, you said that the old Song family grows orchards and vegetables, will they do some picking activities like those in the city?”

“If it is true, I don’t know if we can have a farmhouse here.”

“That’s probably quite disgusting. Isn’t it better for people to eat the old Song family’s food than what we cook here?”

"That's not necessarily true," the speaker pondered, "can't everyone take it home? There are only two people busy in the canteen on the mountain at the moment, and there are too many people to deal with."

"I think something is going on. Look at Song Tan, her partner. I heard she can earn tens of millions a year. And her cousin, aren't they planning to open a B&B in the village?"

 “If they don’t make money, why are they doing this?”

"You can't mess around with that. My craft can't be used as a farmhouse anyway, so I'll just do some work and make some money."

Everyone was talking, chattering, and everyone had their own thoughts.

 Until someone looked at the time:

"Hey! It's 12 o'clock, we have to pack up and go to dinner."

"OK."

 After doing physical work all morning, everyone was a little hungry. Now they quickly took their farm tools and headed to the canteen.

He also asked: "You shouldn't need these hoes and shovels this afternoon, right?"

“No need, I heard that the vacant spinach field will be plowed again in the afternoon and sprinkled with fertilizer..."

“Okay, after dinner, take these things back, pack them up and go to sleep.”

 It is necessary to get some sleep.

Their spinach field hasn't been plowed out much yet, so they specifically asked Jean to come later.

Everyone in twos and threes, carrying shovels, hoes and rakes, walked towards the canteen on the mountain in a lively manner.

 …

Even old men and women are working in the village now, so naturally no one can answer Chef Bai's question.

He held his cell phone and kept watching the replay, trying to find the landmark building in the group.

finally! I saw the little white villa of the old Song family!

I have been walking for a while now, and I saw a canteen. I quickly went in and asked:

“Boss, how do we get to this place?”

The person at the canteen was using Douyin. He took a look at his phone and said casually:

“Go straight along this road. When you see the bamboo forest, just turn around and go there.”

　　After thinking for a while, she raised her head and looked at him curiously: "Are you a sapling deliverer or a vegetable packer?"

Chef Bai felt suffocated for a while, and shook his expensive coat at this moment: "No, I mainly came to discuss cooperation."

"oh."

The other party looked at him and thought that this person's attitude was much worse than the ones who came before to discuss cooperation.

"Then it's a bit unfortunate that you're in such a hurry. Their family is busy right now, so they probably don't have time to talk."

 How rare! More than 50,000 kilograms of spinach was sold in one day, and the whole village, young and old, came to sell it.

I am afraid that I am not the only one who is unemployed in the village now.

Sigh, I didn’t make much money by guarding this canteen, but I really missed a lot of job opportunities.

 Chef Bai became even more depressed when he heard this.

Do you know how the price of vegetables in Changleju has increased now?

Spinach here is obviously a good product, but it sells for 20 yuan a pound, and it comes with free shipping? !

This boss really has no business sense at all.

But that’s right, after all, he can get along with his former master. His previous ideas were very old-fashioned.

Learning to be a cook is not good for this or that. You are particular about this material, and you are also particular about that material...

Hey, in this fast food era, who cares about that? Isn’t it enough that you cook the food?

 After thinking about it for a while, he cheered up again:

While these dishes are not sold out yet, you have to go and have a look and taste them yourself. If the quality is good, he can charge 20 yuan per pound and save money on postage.

No matter how bad things go, I still have a little bit of face left. Once the dishes are placed in front of others, I don’t believe that I can’t make a profit!

Thinking of this, he asked again: "Is there another Chef Song in the village?"

 Chef Song?

The boss thought for a long time before finally reacting: "Oh, you mean Song Tan's cousin? Yes, isn't he at his house? What are you doing here? You're asking all kinds of questions, you don't even have a pack of cigarettes. I’m willing to buy it, really…”

Chef Bai did not feel the impatience. At this moment, he only smiled confidently:

“His son hasn’t come back for so many years, right? It’s not easy for an old couple to live in the village!”

　　The owner of the canteen glanced at him, rolled his eyes silently, and stopped talking.

 —Isn’t not saying anything a default?

Chef Bai also smiled confidently and stepped out again.

 …

But the other person pointed the right way, just keep walking along the main road... It was winter, and he was wearing leather shoes, so the soles of his feet hurt from walking.

　That's when I saw the bamboo forest and the small villa with white walls and gray tiles that was vaguely exposed behind the bamboo forest.

 Chef Bai is really a little tired now and a little embarrassed.

He has been living comfortably for many years. He always has a car when he goes out. It is good now. He has not been back for decades. First, he did not expect that the village has changed so much now and he can't find his way around.

 Secondly, I didn’t expect that the village that was vaguely small in my memory is now so big when walking.

But it’s better to let the vicissitudes of life brew in you fade away a little. Cry twice later, master. Even if you don’t think you have some face, you still have some dignity. As long as people are soft-hearted, won't their relationship gradually become closer?

Chef Bai is talking. After being shaken again, I set off forward in high spirits.

The seventh cousin, on the other hand, was sitting there chopping garlic with a knife, when suddenly he felt his eyelids twitching and he couldn't help but froze.

Aunt Lianhua was just carrying the dishes. When she saw this, she said curiously: "His cousin, what's wrong with you? Are your eyes filled with garlic?"

“A bit... Oops, this garlic is really strong! Tantan will get some more onions and garlic this year, it’s really indispensable in daily life.”

While he was talking, he slapped the knife flat, and the "snap" sound coincided with a howl outside.

 “Master, master! You have suffered all these years.”

 The three people in the kitchen looked at each other.

Even Grandma Qi was curious:

 “Is the beggar coming?”

Here we come! sleepy…

　　(End of this chapter)