Song Tan Jishi

  Song Tan drove the last pile of fruit seedlings there in a pickup truck, and when Honghong came down from the mountain again, he saw the big truck in front of him as if his **** was on fire. The boss stepped on the accelerator and left without saying hello.

  Ulan, who had just come down from the hillside, was taken aback:

   "Hey, how did this go? I was still thinking about keeping someone for dinner, so I came back to cook early on purpose."

  Here I saw Zhang Yanping leaning against the gate winking:

   "Tan Tan, you lived up to what you entrusted, and you really didn't tell me to leave empty-handed!"

  Three brothers, each with two bottles of honey, one catty of tea leaves, and Zhang Yanping gave another five catties of bamboo shoots...

   This is the highest treatment among all customers!

  He was afraid that Song Tan would not like it, so he said in a good voice at the moment: "He came all the way to deliver the goods, in case there is another cooperation in the future, let's go back and forth often..."

  Song Tan glanced at him, thinking that I'm not so stingy, I didn't give it away before, it's just unnecessary.

   On the contrary, Ulan is already smiling:

   "Oh, Yanping! It has to be you!"

   "What do you mean by that, Tantan, you just paid someone tens of thousands of dollars for goods, and they returned more than 30,000 yuan... In this way, you will have enough money to hire workers tomorrow!"

  Zhang Yanping also cheered up: "Then you don't need to dig these bamboo shoots!"

  Song Tan thought for a while, and said sincerely: "Let's dig more."

   After all, the aura has been born, it's a pity not to dig it, and there will be a lot of places to spend money next!

  Zhang Yanping: …

  What can I say?

  Twenty yuan a catty of bamboo shoots is enough to arouse Ulan's enthusiasm. Now she also took out a **** and a basket: "Let's go, it's not dark yet, hurry to the bamboo forest, and have dinner later."

  Zhang Yanping wanted to cry but had no tears: "Auntie, you'd better rest, tomorrow I'm going to recruit dozens of people, and you have to come to cook!"

   "Take a break tonight and make an appointment for the helpers in advance."

  Ulan stared at Song Tan:

   "You are really a daughter!"

   "Since you came back, the family savings haven't seen much, and the work has come out day by day. No matter how old scalpers your parents are, they can't do it like this!"

  Song Tan hurriedly reassured: "It's okay, Mom, you can invite two helpers to come first. After I sell the bamboo shoots, I will go to my aunt's and see if I can invite the seventh cousin back..."

  Ulan is still complaining: "Isn't it money to hire a helper? If you do this, I can't even pick tea leaves..."

   Tea is so valuable!

  Song Tan suddenly realized that since she came back home, she paid for all the expenses, but her parents didn't see her at all.

  This is not acceptable.

  As parents get older, they will feel short of breath and insecure if they don’t have money in their hands.

   This is not a matter of filial piety or lack of money, it is purely their philosophy over the years—

  When people get old, they have to save more pension money for themselves.

   But if all the financial power is released, with Ulan and Song Sancheng's cautious character, don't even think about spending any more, just save every penny and ten cents.

Song Tan thought for a while: "Mom, please give me a card number. We earn a lot this year and spend a lot, and you and my dad have worked really hard - this is good, I will give you two 20,000 yuan a month, you two Save it."

   After saying this, Ulan became even more angry!

At this moment, the **** was swung down fiercely, and a bamboo shoot was dug out with a "bang", and then stared at her: "Why, now you are going to pay your parents! Then what will I ask you to do in the future, yes Don't you still have to pay for running errands?"

  Song Tan: …

  She knew it.

   If you don’t give money, it’s unreasonable that your parents won’t see money all year round.

   After giving money, they feel like they are born again.

  She had to change the angle: "Mom, the main thing is that you have also seen that the investment in our fields and mountains is quite large, and I spend money and spend a lot of money, so I don't have a plan."

   "It's not about giving you some money every month. You save it for me and Qiao Qiao. If anything happens, it depends on the two of you."

  After saying this, Ulan pondered in his heart:

  20,000 a month, and 200,000 to 300,000 a year, the husband and wife only save so much in their lifetime.

   With this amount of money, even if Tan Tan loses money this year, he doesn't have to worry about it in the future.

   What's more, according to the current income status of the family, even if the compensation is very limited.

  Then the couple holding the money is also a layer of protection.

  Thinking about it this way, oops, raising a daughter is thoughtful!

  At this moment, her eyebrows and eyes are full of smiles:

"Really? Twenty thousand a month is a lot of money! Can you still take it out now? I have a postal card that doesn't work very well. It contains more than 800 yuan in agricultural subsidies every year. Wait a minute I'll give you the card number when I get home."

   Not to mention, the posture of wielding a **** seems to be much easier.

  Song Tan responded with a smile.

   Tsk tsk tsk.

   Zhang Yanping on the side was amazed.

   I don't know why, but I always feel that his sister's level of fooling his parents seems to be very high-end.

   Then apply this situation to my own mother, the adult—

   Well, forget it. His mother must think that money needs to be saved, but the root is still to be a civil servant.

  Compared to urging him to take the civil service exam, it seems that digging bamboo shoots in his hometown is not a hard job. He has boundless energy in his body, and he broke off two spring bamboo shoots without any hassle.

   Waited until it was dark and the bamboo forest could not be seen, and then everyone went back with full baskets.

  In one afternoon, a total of nearly four hundred catties of bamboo shoots were dug up.

  Because a lot of spiritual energy was born this time, bamboo shoots sprouted one after another in the bamboo forest. Song Tan thought about it, and when Ulan tied the bamboo shoots with rubber bands, he said:

   "Mom, I think the bamboo shoots can be sold for another two days. Two more people will be selected to help dig the bamboo shoots in these two days."

   She is running out of time.

  Zhang Yanping's work is not very useful.

  Ulan is weighting the bamboo shoots in her hands—some are dug directly from the ground, and they look like winter bamboo shoots, fat and huge.

   Some are tender shoots that have grown, thin and long. The two sides can be matched at will, as long as there is a pile of three catties and five catties.

   This thing is very heavy, and the price of 20 yuan a catty is really gratifying, so Ulan didn't refute the matter of hiring someone:

   "Then tell your dad and call more people later."

  Working tomorrow, I have to make arrangements for tonight.

   After thinking about it, he said: "Don't rush to the city tomorrow morning, go to the town to buy more vegetables and come back."

   "There are so many people, we have to start packing early in the morning, and I can't wait for you to come back from the city to buy vegetables."

"OK."

  Song Tan responded with one gulp.

  She is now proficient at driving mountain roads, and it is not a problem to go back and forth to the town in half an hour.

   "Then what kind of food do you buy?"

  This season...

  Ulan thought for a while: "As long as you don't buy garlic sprouts, lettuce, cabbage and spinach, everything else is fine. Others in these villages also have them in their vegetable fields, so everyone can get together and come out."