Song Tan Jishi

  The morning in early April is still slightly cool.

  Early in the morning, old man Li led the cow to the paddy field.

  The cow was thrown aside and sauntered to eat by himself in the barren field, but he skillfully rolled up his trousers.

  The rough, black-scarred feet stepped into the soft mud, even though old man Li felt that he was physically strong this year, he still couldn't help shivering—

   "Ouch, this is so cool!"

   Just as he was talking, he saw Song Tan from the bank coming over with a load. The load was full of strong seedlings, bundled into bundles, and placed neatly on top of them, piled upon piles, extremely full.

  However, she was carrying it on one shoulder, with one hand lightly placed on the pole, with that familiar posture and unstressed movements, as if she was a big man, not the thin girl in front of her!

  Old man Li couldn't help but let out another "ouch" when he saw this:

   This girl's family is really good at farming!

  Song Tan stood by the field and looked at him: "Grandpa Li, why did you go to the field? The water is so cold!"

  To be honest, after stepping in for a while now, old man Li's soles were stuck in the mud, but he felt a little warm.

  The clothes on his body are thick, and he doesn't feel cold.

  He also remembered the pride he had when he was sweating profusely in the rice fields, and said loudly:

   "It's okay, transplanting rice seedlings, you can't compare to me!"

  Song Tan stalked for a moment—she was definitely not as good as manually transplanting rice seedlings.

  If you use magic...

  Fingertips moved, trying to lift the bundles of seedlings in the load up—

well!

   Barren aura is especially useless, so it can only be lifted. Like a snap of the fingers, every cluster of seedlings are planted into the field, maybe I won’t be able to see it in this life...

  But no matter how well the seedlings are planted, it can't stand old man Li now.

  Song Tan was a little anxious: "I'm planting rice seedlings ahead of time. The water is so cold. I really don't plan to ask you to go to the fields today."

  When she said this, old man Li was still not happy:

   "Why, you think I'm too old to work, don't you? Throw down the seedlings, and I'll plant them for you! Let's see who grows better!"

   "I tell you, your dad can't compare to me."

  Song Sancheng, who couldn’t be compared, also rushed over at this moment. Seeing old man Li in the field, he was instantly happy:

   "Uncle Li, you came early!"

   As he said that, he took off his rubber shoes, rolled up his trouser legs and went down the field without hesitation, and immediately—

   "Oh, the water is so cold!"

  Can it be cool? Song Tan was furious.

  Even Song Youde, who came after him, also scolded at the bank: "You two are really! How many years have you not planted the land, and you have forgotten how many months it is now? Tan Tan said that you dare to plant rice seedlings?!"

   "If I hadn't seen her picking up the seedlings early in the morning, I wouldn't have known that rice would be planted right now."

  There is no double-cropping rice here, so rice transplanting is usually done at the end of April and the beginning of May.

  My granddaughter is great. She has never been allowed to go to the field to plant seedlings when she grows up so big. She herself met a seedling and planted it in early April.

  The time is not up that day, can the things that grow out be good?

  Song Tan was also embarrassed.

   This time it was actually her mistake. After all, who cultivates the land depends on the weather?

  Don’t say you can ripen twice a year, if you don’t pay attention to the taste and variety, you can do it twice a month.

  She took a step back in embarrassment, and exposed the seedlings: "Grandpa, look, how strong my seedlings are growing. If I don't transplant them again, they won't grow well."

  Song Youde looked down: Well, it is indeed a strong seedling that has never been seen before, and the green ones are almost dripping with oil.

  He also cursed without anger in his heart:

   "It's really crazy. Why didn't our breeding grow so well in the past?"

   It is also the default.

   After all, the seedlings are all torn, and now it’s impossible not to transplant them!

   As for experience...he has a lot of experience in transplanting rice seedlings.

   Now standing on the shore, rubbed his legs desperately a few times before going down to the field.

   It is indeed a bit cold.

But it’s okay, I just looked at my son who was still stupid in his age, and then at the old man Li who compared himself with the young man next to him, he snorted again: "Tan Tan, go back and tell your seventh cousin, Drink more **** soup at noon."

   "Okay," Song Tan replied: "Grandpa Li, don't worry, drink more at noon, and I'll boil another bucket to help you and grandpa take it home at night. You can soak your feet to drive away the cold."

   "You can't be careless about your body!"

  Old man Li looked impatient: "Oh, why are you moaning, it's cold ahead, and we are still touching lotus root in the lake—throw down the seedlings!"

  Song Tan had no choice but to stand on the shore at the moment, picking up bundles of seedlings and throwing them down the rice field.

   Not long after, the seedlings were thrown away, and they were almost evenly distributed in the two paddy fields.

  She also rolled up her trousers, and her white and tender feet stepped on the grass, which made Song Youde's face darken:

   "You son of a bitch, what do you want to do?!"

   "Your girl's home is in the field, and the cold air has entered her body tomorrow, but you will feel better!"

   "It's okay, Grandpa." Song Tanzhong was full of air: "I'm really not afraid of the cold."

  However, there is a kind of fear that makes parents think you are afraid.

  Even Song Sancheng scolded with a frosty face: "Stand, don't come down! Only these two fields, the three of us can't finish it? Go back."

  What are you doing back home?

  He didn't think about it, and finally changed the topic: "Go to the city and buy me a tricycle."

  Song Tan: …

   All right, if you don't get into the water, you don't get into the water.

  As they said, half a day's work is enough for these two fields, and it's not bad for me.

  Turning his head and just about to move, he asked Song Youde: "Grandpa, I think everyone drives a small tricycle, how about buying one for you?"

  Song Youde laughed from ear to ear for an instant: "You kid, if you have a little money, you can just mess around. I'm old, what do I want that for?"

  Song Tan was just about to nod, but saw him hurriedly followed: "Then why don't you buy one, grandpa has money, and I'll give you the money."

  Song Tan turned his head and left: "No, no, my dad is rich. He said he would quit smoking this year to save money."

  This is a big deal!

  Song Sancheng trotted immediately, struggling a few steps forward in the mud:

   "I didn't say it, I didn't say it! Tan Tan, have you planted that tobacco yet!"

  While turning his head to please Song Youde smiled: "Dad, I know you like to smoke this dry tobacco. This year, I specially asked Tan Tan to plant a row of tobacco for you on the edge of the field."

   "If we post our own rolls, it must be enough."

   As soon as the words fell, Song Youde had already skillfully pulled out the smooth and oily cigarette stick pinned to his waist, and slammed him on the arm—

   "What's the matter? You smoke cigarettes, but I smoke those free tobacco leaves, right?"

   "Is it so difficult to ask you to pay for me to buy a car? Once Tan Tan asked you to pay for me, you can see how anxious you are..."

   "Isn't it just money? I have it! I'll give it to you when I get back."

  Song Sancheng:…

  Dad, I really didn't mean that!