Song Tan Jishi

  Chapter 144 144. Call it a day and go home

  As Song Sancheng said, at three o'clock in the afternoon, all the peach trees have been planted.

  Zhang Yanping watched the water pump in the pond below, and the people above took the pipes and watered the trees one by one.

  The rest of the people were not idle either.

   Taking people’s wages for a day, although everyone works very hard, it’s really not good to call it a day before the sun goes down.

  So he picked up the **** again, and simply dug two deep trenches on the side of the mountain:

   "Sancheng, don't you want to grow those golden cherry seeds? See how deep it is?"

  Song Sancheng went over to take a look: "Why can't it! It's just asking you to work hard, and the sapling hasn't been shipped yet."

  Actually, whether you can buy it or not is another matter.

  Everyone waved their hands: "If you earn two hundred yuan a day, you won't be able to do this kind of work. Isn't it shameful to say it?"

"that is!"

   "Are you going to build an iron fence here or set up a frame? If it is a frame, we will cut down the bamboo by the way today."

  Song Sancheng hurriedly stopped him: "Tie the iron net, tie the iron net, don't chop bamboo, don't worry—or everyone go to my field and reorganize the land?"

   "It's time to sow seeds, and it's time to transplant seedlings."

  The rice field is about to be filled with water, so the water outlet of the pond should be blocked, and old man Li is about to set a plow for the old scalper.

   It was only then that everyone came to their senses. At this moment, carrying hoes and shovels in twos and threes, they went down the mountain, muttering:

   "Thirty percent, your investment this year is a bit big, don't lose it."

  Song Sancheng also frowns, looking honest:

"That's right, but Tantan is planning to do a good job in the village. We are old and can't keep up with the times. We can't break the child's heart for this matter, and drag the burden of the family in the future." Heavy, it’s hard to do anything.”

   This is also the case.

  An old lady here just stepped into the ditch and said curiously: "Huh? Sancheng, didn't I hear you said that Tan Tan was resting at home for a few months at the beginning? How do you hear it? This means that you will completely take root in your hometown in the future!"

   "Don't be confused! What's the future of the girl's family staying in the village? Look at my hand—"

  She stretched out her hand: "This old woman's hands are all made by doing farm work. Is it a loss or not? There is a lot of pressure in the city, but at least you don't need to work hard."

  Song Sancheng was silent for a moment, and then whispered:

   "Sister-in-law, it's not that I want to ask the children to stay with me, it's because young people are out now, and the pressure is too great."

"When Tan Tan came back, we still had gauze on our head! There was no blood on his face. When I went to pick her up, her square gauze was covered by her hair. I didn't notice it at first, but later I found out that she And told me it hit me!"

   "As a result, when I checked Douyin that night, there was a video on it, saying that there was a series of car accidents on the Ninghai Bridge in our city. This child was pulled out of the car by a young man wearing a mask!"

   "Just a little bit, the car exploded!"

   Speaking of this, Song Sancheng's eyes turned red:

   "I used to tell her all the time that you should be more diligent in the work unit, work more, don't argue with others when you have nothing to do, and behave well..."

   "But you said, no matter how well you behave, the child has become like this, and you can still save tens of thousands of dollars when you go home."

   "It's not like we haven't been to Ningcheng, and we can spend tens or hundreds of dollars for a casual meal. How do you think she saved the money?"

  If it wasn't for watching the child come back to recover quickly and live happily, he really wanted to tell the story, and took the child to check to see if there were any sequelae.

  After saying this, everyone sighed.

  The aunt who spoke just now also had a bleak face:

"I regret it now. At the time when the country said it was possible to have a second child, I insisted that the grandson alone was too lonely... Now it is good. Two children go to kindergarten, and the optical expenses cost more than 30,000 yuan a year. This is still quite ordinary. kindergarten!"

   "Are there any interest classes or the like? You said that the couple have to pay off the mortgage and take care of the children. Where did the money come from? I dare not ask."

   "I go out to work in the second half of the year, and I earn 20,000 to 30,000 yuan to subsidize them. That's it, life is still tight..."

   Life is hard!

  Everyone was chatting, and each had their own difficulties. For a while, it seemed that they had accepted the fact that Song Tan was farming at home so naturally.

   But the movements under his hands are swift.

  Originally, the land in this field has been carefully plowed by machines, but now it is just leveled with a rake, and then with a hoe, several ridges are raised according to different vegetables...

   Several aunts with quick hands and feet took the grown vegetable seedlings and transplanted them here in the first two fields, and they were full of admiration at the same time: "Sancheng, I think your family's Tantan is really lucky in farming!"

   "Look at this vegetable seedling, it looks so energetic! Wait a minute, if you want to share two with my family, I think this pepper seedling is really good..."

   "Okay!" In this regard, Song Sancheng was generous: "If you can transplant well tonight, everyone will share the extra."

   There are still three or four hours before the sun goes down. There are twenty or thirty people scattered in these seven fields. Why can’t we do it?

  Everyone laughed: "Then I think you really don't have enough seedlings..."

  However, there is no shortage of vegetable seedlings in the village, and the person who asked the question just saw that the vegetable seedlings were growing strong, so he couldn’t hold back... In the end, as everyone said, after the seven fields were planted, there were not enough seeds and vegetable seedlings!

  Song Sancheng looked left and right: "Don't worry about it, let's rest later, I will get some soybeans from home and sprinkle them in later."

  If it is already dark today, the tea-picking helpers on the mountain have already gone down the mountain, and even the bamboo shoot diggers have stopped working early—no way, the bamboo forest is still darker than outside.

   Everyone also quit work in twos and threes, carrying their own kettle benches, and wandered back.

   This long and busy day is finally coming to an end.

  It wasn't until the figure faded away that Song Sancheng suddenly remembered something, and shouted loudly: "My house, everyone, come and help clean up my cousin's house tomorrow!"

  Someone echoed in the distance, but Song Youde walked out with his hands behind his back, and then looked at the sky:

   "Don't be in a hurry to call for someone. Tomb-sweeping day tomorrow, I'm afraid it might rain early in the morning - eat lunch and see if it's sunny before calling."

  Song Tan was packing up his things. Hearing this, his heart moved, and he couldn't help but look at his grandfather Song Youde—

  The lifelong old farmers are not hypocritical, the moisture in the air has increased, and there is a high probability that it will rain tomorrow.

   It just so happens that spring rain is as expensive as oil. With such a rain, you don’t have to worry about the vegetables and peach trees planted today.

  After thinking for a while, she picked up another bundle of straw:

   "I'm going to add more grass to the pigsty, for fear that it will be cold at night."

   By the way, I went to see the king, and told it that I would come to the back mountain at night...

   The rule in the article is that Qingming is celebrated in advance, not on the same day.

   So before the uncle and the others went home to burn paper at the grave, it was actually before the Ching Ming Festival. I also specifically said that it was almost the Ching Ming Festival, so don’t get me wrong.

  (end of this chapter)