Song Tan Jishi

  Chapter 143 143. Chatting at lunch

  At noon today, there are more than ten or twenty people in Lao Song's family.

There are twenty people who plant trees on the mountain alone, there are two aunts who help the cook, and three more who help dig bamboo shoots, plus Zhang Yanping and Zhang Wang's family, including old man Li who is watching the pond discharge water. was invited over...

   There are thirty-six people!

   Fortunately, there are helpers in advance, otherwise it would be too late to just set up tables, chairs and benches.

  There were too many people, and the plates were borrowed from the neighbors. Fortunately, the disposable bowls and chopsticks solved the problem, which did not make the lunch feel cramped.

but…

  People who eat think the yard is quite spacious, but the seventh cousin who is huddled in the kitchen feels that he can’t use it anywhere!

  Not to mention anything else, just the oil pot. When making big banquets, I usually use a big iron spoon to scoop it out of the enamel jar.

  But now that this small pot is small, Seventh Cousin can’t even wield his own shovel... Maybe it’s because he hasn’t made a banquet for a few years and his hands are raw, so don’t mention how awkward it is.

  However, the fresh and tender bamboo shoots were stir-fried in the pan, and the fresh fragrance burst out of them, which made Qi Cousin smile proudly on his face:

   "Fortunately, I was invited in time, otherwise there would be so many people, and my nephew and daughter-in-law would not be able to cope!"

   "Don't spoil my food then."

   There is also a basis for saying this. Many people cook delicious food at home, but when there are too many people, they can’t handle it. It’s either salty or bland, or the level is not brought out...

   Such good ingredients, even if they are only undercooked, Qi Cousin thinks it is a waste.

  Grandma Seven is helping him by the side, she smells her eyes and takes a look at him:

   "What's your vegetable? Do you grow it or buy it?"

   "Besides, there are only a lot of people today, not every day."

   Seventh Cousin slumped his shoulders again in an instant.

   People like them need a lot of people to show their skills!

   But after thinking about it, even if there are not more than thirty people, this big family plus his old couple, ten or twenty people will always be about the same.

  He is an old man with old arms and legs, and he is just right to cook for these people.

   It’s fun, it’s exercising, it’s still work, and it’s not too tiring—

   "You're right!"

   On the other end, Song Tan was asking her father, "Can the peach trees be planted today?"

   "Yes." Song Sancheng vowed:

   "Go to the mountain to have a look. Most of these have been planted. After eating and working, it will be over at about three o'clock."

   Otherwise, it would be a waste to invite so many people!

  Thinking of this, Song Sancheng couldn't help sighing: "Don't say it, you Zhang Bo is really meticulous."

  This is about Zhang Wang’s family.

"The piles on the side of the mountain are full of manure, and the manure brought from his house has been filled into the soil as base manure. As long as it rains again, the peach tree will take root, and it will definitely bear fruit this year. "

   It’s impossible not to see it. The trees on this mountain cost tens of thousands. No results, can you not panic?

   "I only hope that the weather will be good this year!"

   Seeing her father's expectant eyes, Song Tan was also full of confidence: "Don't worry!"

   The meal was lively and lively, and it seemed that the whole village hadn't gathered like this for a long time.

While eating, someone praised Qi Cousin's craftsmanship and asked, "Thirty percent, even the chef has been invited over, is there still a lot of work in the future? Don't forget to call me when the time comes." !"

  Song Sancheng also laughed, showing honesty:

   "When there is work, I must count on everyone's help. Now my family is not in charge of me, and I have to listen to Tan Tan."

   Someone laughed out loud: "Tandan has only been in the field a few times, what can she understand? You still have to decide on the affairs of this field."

As soon as I said this, someone said again: "Yes, I have wanted to say it a long time ago, what kind of chickpea peaches are you? We have never heard of them here. If you want to grow them, you have to grow flat peaches. They are ugly but they are expensive. High."

   "Then you are wrong. In fact, grapes should be planted, and grape seedlings are cheaper!"

   "Let me tell you, the saplings are less bought. I saw that the peach orchards are crowded together, but it looks so sparse here. Peach trees grow slowly..."

  Everyone held their jobs and discussed in full swing, as if it was their own land, so it was arranged.

   But inside and outside the words, he didn't take Song Tan, who is in charge of the house, seriously.

  Ulan's face was gloomy. At this moment, she took a deep breath and raised her smiling face. Just as she was about to say something, Song Tan patted her arm.

   "Mom," she said in a low voice, "you don't need to say so much now, when the fruits are harvested and sold for money, there will be people willing to listen to me."

   You don’t even have to wait for the fruit to be harvested, but for the vegetables to mature next month. Let the villagers see for themselves whether they make money or not, and guess slowly in their hearts.

  There have been old problems in the village for many years. The elders think that the young are inexperienced, the men think that the women can't do it, and adults don't take children's words seriously.

  Of course, not just in the village, but across the country. It's hard to say whether it's good or bad, and it's no longer necessary to argue with each other now.

  Ulan sighed: "I understand too..."

Then she became proud again: "Did you underestimate your mother and me? Whether this year's dish is good or not, we have to see if it's luck or our place. If we can have this quality in the future, then we can speak out openly Woolen cloth."

   "If you talk big now, if you don't have such a good quality later, wouldn't that be a shame? Your mother, I won't do it."

   "We have to make a fortune in silence."

  However, she was muffled, but the aunt did not mix the words of farming, but instead turned her attention to Song Tan's personal affairs:

   "Oh, Tan Tan, you work in Ningcheng, why don't you find a local partner? The girl is from every family, it's hard work to come back and farm."

   "Exactly! How old is Tan Tan this year? I have a cousin..."

  Song Tan: …

  She was not afraid, but rather generous: "Okay, auntie, just bring that beautiful relative boy over here. If anyone can dig a tea mountain for my family for a month, I would like to meet him..."

   As soon as he said this, the whole room roared with laughter.

  Even the aunt who suggested it was all smiles: "Why are you so good at planning? I guess your dad wouldn't want to do the job of digging tea mountains..."

  Dig tea mountains are usually during the summer vacation, under the high temperature and scorching heat, ordinary people really can’t bear it! Whose boy should have this perseverance, no matter where he goes, he won't be looked down upon.

  Song Tan also smiled: "Then look, auntie, I'm good-looking and strong, don't you have to pick and choose twice?"

   Chatting in the village is like this. Many people don't think carefully about what they say, just speak out quickly.

  Everyone is used to this carefree way, the more generous they are, the more confident they are.

  At this moment, everyone understands in their hearts—this Tan Tan of the old Song family has high vision, and ordinary people dare not introduce him!

   Also, it's late, don't wait.

   I will strive for a few more days this month, let me pick a good and auspicious day...

  (end of this chapter)