Song Tan Jishi

Chen Yuan was really worthy of his salary. The big car drove directly into the factory and arranged for someone to pick it up without saying a word——

In fact, Lao Yang is right. Because agricultural machinery is used for different purposes, the simpler and more convenient the operation is, the better. Those complex applications have long been eliminated in the market.

Nowadays, if a group of people go up and take a second look, they can basically open the door. But to be cautious, they still didn't get started, so they could only simply carry it in and put it away.

And here, Lao Yang has already taken the initiative to go for a walk outside.

"The cabbage grows so well here!"

He sighed, and Song Tan understood the elegant meaning after hearing Xian Ge: "Yes, whether it is stir-fried or braised with cabbage and potatoes, they are all delicious! It looks light, and after chewing it twice, there is a light sweetness..."

Lao Yang's chubby and cheerful face became serious, and he seemed to have begun to think deeply about the company's major decisions. However, a heartbreaking cry came from the wind——

"Dad! Why are you here!"

This brat!

Lao Yang closed his eyes, and he almost realized what he had imagined!

Following the sound, I looked over and saw Qiao Qiao riding his big colorful flower. At this moment, he was driving towards this side with Xiao Yang like lightning. The silly son was also yelling in the wind:

"Dad! You're going too fast! Are you so greedy that you can't sleep at night when you see me eating beef and lotus root strips?"

This is really his own son! Song Tan almost laughed out loud.

Even Qiao Qiao felt distressed: "Uncle, if you are so greedy, will you still drool when you can't sleep at night?"

Lao Yang was furious at that time and glared at his troubled son. He thought to himself, I just want to eat meat and I am not having a stroke!

Yang Zhengxin was already immune to this kind of look. Just as he was about to say something, Qiao Qiao asked thoughtfully: "Well, uncle, if you want to drool, would you like to eat some pickled green peaches? That one is also sour. It’s astringent, sweet and salty, and the taste is so weird that it makes you drool, but it doesn’t make you salivate anymore.”

Instead, I was hungry.

Although Lao Yang has been on the battlefield for a long time and has won countless trusts with his honest and honest face, he never expected that he would fall into the hands of the equally honest and honest Qiao Qiao at this moment. Without saying a word, he promised to go back later. Eat a can of pickled green peaches, sweet and salty, and you’ll choose later.

Yang Zhengxin was about to speak but stopped.

With his father's greedy attitude, he might not be able to show off a can in one sitting, but after finishing a can, would his teeth still be able to bite the tofu at noon?

But in short, it's better for him to stay out of adults' affairs. So he happily posted it again: "Dad, you came all the way to see me, why don't you give me a red envelope?"

Lao Yang:......

In short, Lao Yang waved his hand, and Song Tan, Qiao Qiao, and even Chen Chi all received a transfer of 6666, and the other party smiled kindly: "You're welcome! We Xiaoyang have few close friends, so let's treat it as a meeting gift from our uncle!"

Song Tan thought to himself that I have never seen Kuo before. This father and son are so handsome!

Qiao Qiao, on the other hand, looked at her phone and then at Yang Zhengxin: "Yang Zhengxin, it seems that my mother didn't give you a greeting gift when you came to my house!"

"That doesn't count!" Yang Zhengxin waved his hand: "It's different in the world. The meeting gift is our family's rule, not yours. You are right not to give it."

"Besides, you all killed the cow for me, what else should I be dissatisfied with? I'm so happy!"

Qiao Qiao hesitated to speak.

That cow was not killed for Yang Zhengxin!

But no matter what, the emotional foundation has been laid anyway. Lao Yang walked around in the orchard. In addition to holding a head full of broken flower petals, he already held in his hands the salty pickled green peaches that Qiao Qiao came down from the mountain to get for him.

The crispy green peaches are picked when they are young, cleaned, then sealed in jars and pickled.

The crisp and tender flesh becomes soft and elastic after being soaked in juice. When you bite into it, you can hear a slight crunching sound. The abundant juice has already marinated them thoroughly, and the pulp has a unique sour aroma.

Chew it carefully, each bite has a rich aftertaste.

Then he grinds the pulp on it with his teeth. When only the peach core is left in his mouth, he can grind it for a few more times until the taste is completely gone, and then he remembers to spit it on the ground.

In short, Lao Yang looked left and right in the peach forest holding the jar, then looked at apples, followed closely by pears, winter dates, pomegranates... After this circle, half the jar of green peaches was gone.

Song Tan quickly stopped him: "Uncle, don't eat. Your teeth are probably sore. It's a pity that you can't bite the meat at noon."

Only then did Lao Yang react, and subconsciously gritted his teeth——

It seems that it is not affected in terms of feeling, but those who have really experienced toothache know that you can't feel anything when you try it with your mouth, but when you eat, you can't even bite the tofu.

He had also had this experience. At this moment, he looked at the jar in his hand heartbrokenly and handed it to the driver who had been following him without saying a word:

"If you don't want to eat, don't eat. Please help me get it."

He turned around and looked at the mountain of small green apples again, with regret in his eyes: "These are not yet ripe."

What can Song Tan say? Behind her were Chen Yuan and the others, and Yang Zhengxin was cooperating with his father. Going around the mountain, he explained to everyone what to pay attention to when using agricultural machinery based on the terrain.

Everything was done down to the smallest details, including video demonstrations, and even taking them to practice on the spot when he found time... He was so considerate, even if Song Tan didn't care about the money for these farm machines now, he couldn't care less about this intention.

So he had no choice but to smile helplessly: "Don't worry, even if I forget, Qiao Qiao will not forget his good friend."

Old Yang smiled very kindly: "Look at you, I just said it casually - you can send two more boxes when the time comes! And strawberries!"

However, there is nothing to do in the mountain village except walking around the river beach on the mountain. Song Tan thought about it and suggested:

"Uncle, do you like fishing? If you like, go fishing on the river beach with my dad tomorrow! The fish in our family tastes quite good."

Old Yang's eyes lit up, and he said angrily: "Oh! The fishing rod I brought this time is not the one I usually use!"

Song Tan:... So the tools are all in the trunk, what else can I say?

She thought about the arrangements of the crew, and now confirmed that it was okay, and then nodded: "Okay, let my dad come with me tomorrow morning."

Recently, during the busy farming season, they didn't do any work this year, just some odds and ends, just to keep from being bored.

But the people in the village who usually go fishing together are busy now. Even if Song Sancheng can bear the loneliness, it is boring to go fishing alone all the time.

So, he hasn't fished properly for many days.

Now he has a partner. Even if the two of them don't talk, they can still have fun sitting by the river, listening to books and looking at the fishing rod! (End of this chapter)