Song Tan Jishi

   The group had a full meal.

   Farming is expensive in spring, and everyone has no habit of taking a lunch break. Ulan threw away the bowl after eating, and then hurried up the mountain to pick tea.

  She was full of passion at first, but after knowing that Song Tan's client asked for another ten catties in one go, she felt more and more that there was a market for this tea. Going up the mountain to pick tea every day was like picking up gold, and she didn't feel tired at all!

   Not to mention that there are a bunch of old ladies from the same village chatting and laughing on the mountain. Their loud voices can be heard from a few hills away. The whole village keeps saying that there is almost no secret.

   And Song Sancheng couldn't sit still after eating, so he went to the field for a walk, and found that the vegetable seedlings were growing hard in a particularly strong posture, and the sown vegetable seeds also sprouted densely packed tender green buds, and he felt more at ease.

  In these few fields, the most tiring ones are not the old cows who have finished plowing, but the big and second treasures who are frequently running around.

   Not for anything else, but those magpies and sparrows who came to steal things in the field, there are too many, and they are all guarded by them!

  Old man Li looked at the paddy field, and asked again: "Will you plant the rice tomorrow? If I do it, I will come early in the morning."

   It's about time, and the seedlings are all green and look very strong!

   "Plug!"

  Song Sancheng did not hesitate: "You don't need to work, our family has enough."

  Only these two fields add up to just over two acres of land. When Song Tan was young and they were still farming, a strong laborer took a little effort to plant the seedlings in these two fields in a day.

   It's just that people are lazy nowadays, and they are not sure about not doing farm work for so many years, so the whole family needs to work together.

  Old man Li also smiled: "It's just that, why are you afraid that I'm tired? Let's do it together, hurry up."

"OK."

  If the area is small, it is really not too tiring for them who are used to doing farm work. Old man Li insisted that he was also a good farmer, so Song Sancheng happily agreed.

   At the end, I still didn’t forget to say hello: “Then you come to my house to eat at noon tomorrow. You haven’t tasted my cousin’s cooking for many years, right?”

   "Then we have to go!" Old man Li was not polite:

   "I still had a dream before, dreaming that he made a dish of twice-cooked pork with garlic sprouts at the banquet. Oh, it smells delicious to me. I can eat two bowls in one meal!"

   "I can't do it now. I'm getting old and my appetite is small. One meal is only half a bowl, and I can't eat any more."

Speaking of this, old man Li laughed again with satisfaction: "But your Tantan people are good, and you also believe me, old man, the rice fields have been arranged for me—I'll tell you the truth, I will show Tantan the two rice fields this year. , I can eat a bowl of rice every meal, and my spirit has improved."

   Then call Song Tan, that's for sure!

  At that time, I used Ziyunying to attract spiritual energy, and people could not absorb much, but it was not without benefits.

   What's more, old man Li's cows ate a lot of milk vetch, and he himself did not eat less.

  These are subtle influences.

   But Song Sancheng said, he has a theory that everyone in the countryside believes in, that is—

   "It must have been idle before. We rural people can't be idle. Once we are idle, we tend to feel uncomfortable, and we still have to work."

   "That's true."

   These words really resonated with old man Li, and the two stood on the ridge of the field, talking back and forth, having a lively chat.

  By the time Song Sancheng got home, it was already mid-afternoon.

  The sun is shining warmly, making people feel hot all over.

  Five reclining chairs were placed in the yard, and Seventh Cousin and Seventh Grandma, as well as Qiaoqiao Tantan and Yanping, all sat on them one by one.

  The three little ones are holding a little dog in their arms. It is not known whether the dog is sleeping soundly or the person is getting comfortable in the sun.

  Song Tan heard the movement, and took off the straw hat from his face: "Dad, there's not much work to do, you should also rest."

  As for Ms. Ulan, who is still working hard in the tea field... that can't be helped, no one in the whole family can contend with her mother's stubborn temper.

  Song Sancheng is not the kind of temperament that can be idle, now tidying up the utility room, looking at the small box that was used to hold the bumblebees before, he suddenly came back to his senses:

   "Tan Tan, shouldn't this bumblebee hatch long ago?"

  Jojo raised his hand:

   "Yes, 20 hatched, and now they can fly and collect pollen."

   But Big Bear is really useless, even with his family. The daily harvest is only enough for myself to eat, as if a group of rice buckets have been hatched.

   As for the big Kumamon, it is even difficult to fly, and it has to be fed by the children with pollen baskets hanging on their laps.

  Song Tan also muttered: As a bee queen, the main task of Big Bear is to reproduce. It's a good thing, after its own children hatched, it didn't even want to feed them.

   It finally grew up, but now it won't give birth again, so it brings a dozen or twenty bumblebees to eat and drink every day.

  Do you work hard?

  Very hard. Busy from morning till night.

  Have you collected nectar yet?

   They picked them, but they didn’t pick them all, because there was only enough to fill their own stomachs, and there was nothing left.

   It’s true that they have raised a bunch of waste.

   But no matter how useless it is, this is Qiao Qiao's little baby after all.

  Early this morning, he specially sent the big bear to a magnolia tree in front of a family in the village. The magnolia blossoms were in full bloom, and the aroma was so dizzying.

  The petals are relatively large, and the pollen grains are also relatively large. The big bear is just right on it—you can pick it up at night, so let it eat well.

   It can be said that I have broken my heart.

   As a rough farmer, Song Sancheng didn’t have any delicate feelings about the unreliability of the big bear and the connivance of the children. Instead, he was thinking about another thing:

   "Tan Tan, why don't we buy a small tricycle?"

   "Uncle Zhang is on the mountain, pulling dung and trees every day is the most difficult thing. If there is an electric tricycle, it will be convenient to ride on the trail and carry anything casually."

  You can still go into the mountains.

   This is more advantageous than Song Tan's pickup.

  However, when talking about the electric tricycle, she still remembered one thing:

   "Dad, you told my mother to learn a driver's license before, but now that you're not busy, should you take the test for subject one, and then go on to study?"

  Song Sancheng:…

   How should I say this?

   Afterwards, he simulated the written test several times, and never scored 85 points. How cruel it is for a middle-aged and elderly person!

   So much so that Song Sancheng was ashamed to mention it.

  He faltered and moaned: "That's not it, isn't this a job at home? I can't move my hands."

  Song Tan didn't believe it at all: "Dad, the vegetables haven't grown yet, and the peach trees haven't bloomed yet. It's the time to be free."

  She can buy an electric three-wheeler, whichever her father or Uncle Zhang rides, she can use it, but do you still have to take the test for your driver's license?

  Song Sancheng:…

  Song Sancheng chose to go for a walk on the mountain again.