Song Tan Jishi

  Chapter 266 266. The size of the tremella

   "Boom!"

  Accompanied by a loud noise, Song Tan's old house where he lived for decades finally collapsed half of the courtyard wall under the wave of the excavator.

  At this moment, the engineering teams each have their own tasks. Song Tan led his family to look at this yard full of childhood memories, feeling both excited and disappointed.

   It was Ulan who rarely wiped away her tears emotionally.

"How long did your father find people in the village to work with when building this house? It was so hot in the summer that the skin on his back was peeling off layer by layer, but the house was built... Later, the shed on the roof and the kitchen Whatever, it’s all pieced together little by little.”

   "To build this house, I have been in debt for several years, and now..."

  Song Sancheng was a little uncomfortable: "What are you talking about? Of course, the days are getting better and better. We are now enjoying the blessing of a daughter, and you should enjoy it..."

   "What enjoyment!" Ulan suppressed her tears and stared at him: "Don't think that I won't find out that your fishing rod is hidden in that shed! I'm too lazy to argue with you."

   "How much work is there at home? You still dream of going fishing. It's a beautiful idea! Hurry up, find someone to pick the peach blossoms on the mountain."

   "I think there is still an open space beside the pond under the peach grove. Otherwise, you can take Qiao Qiao to scatter some corn sorghum or something, so that the child won't keep nagging."

   Qiao Qiao knows how to grow corn, but this year he just didn't give him a chance to show it!

  It's already May now, if this doesn't give Jojo a little hope, is it worthy of the child's hard work for the past six months?

   As for sorghum, this is still Seventh Cousin's proposal.

  He said to plant a little, and turn around to make wine in autumn.

  Since this is the case, there are places in the corners and corners, so the seeds should be sown, as long as they can survive, and the output doesn't matter.

  Song Sancheng:…

  Thinking of his own fishing rod, he was indeed a little guilty, and now he took Qiao Qiao, who was curious to see others digging houses, and went to open up wasteland with a **** and seeds without saying a word.

At this moment, the guy driving the excavator poked his head out from the high window and shouted: "Sister! Don't worry! You know my excavator skills. Our house will be broken into pieces for you one day." !"

  This...it doesn't have to be.

  Song Tan looked at him curiously: "How did you join the engineering team?"

   This young man came to open up wasteland on their mountain in March.

  The young man is honest, eats a lot, and works steadily. The 7-day work is abruptly completed in 5 days. Nowadays, it is hard to find such a solid young man.

  Song Tan was pleasantly surprised to see an acquaintance for the first time.

  The young man has not seen him for a few months, and his skin has darkened several degrees. Now he smiles and shows his big white teeth:

   "Sister, their engineering team is very famous, and the salary for recruiting is also high. When I heard that they were coming to work in the village, I immediately followed."

   "Who knew that when I came here, I found out that the engineering team brought their own food, not eating at your house..."

  He looked sad.

   Song Tan...

  She didn’t dare to answer these words—how many people in your engineering team and how much food can you eat, don’t you know?

  Now that the family has moved to her grandfather's house, she doesn't plan to take care of the food after hiring people to work.

  For example, picking peach blossoms, just like a few aunts who are still picking tea, when it’s time, they go back to their respective homes for dinner.

   It’s not that grandpa’s yard is small and cramped, but in fact, the yard of grandpa’s house is quite big.

   But the problem is that the white fungus on the mountain can now be picked on a large scale, and they have to hurry up to pick and dry.

  Pile up layer by layer to dry, there must be a space, right? In this way, it is inconvenient to keep food.

   There is also fungus, which grows a little slower. But Song Tan estimated that it would be almost a month or so.

   Oops, summer is really a harvest season!

  The whole family squeezed into their old house, but Song Youde and Wang Lifen were the happiest.

  The two of them are still old-fashioned. They always think that it is best to have a lively family, but they have a big branch. After the youngest son Song Sancheng got married, the family was separated.

  The couple live together, they are comfortable, but sometimes it is unavoidable to think about the children.

   Now that Song Tan is building a new house and living here temporarily, they don't feel noisy at all.

  According to Song Youde's words: "This is the peak popularity of the family, and it is obviously going to prosper!"

   But before he can prosper, he still has to ride his old battery car to the mountains one after another.

  Seeing him riding his own car again, roaring down the long slope, and then turning into his yard familiarly.

  Song Tan couldn't help but her heart skipped a beat!

  This old man doesn’t even know how old he is with a car!

   On the seat originally reserved for grandma, there was a big basket full of freshly picked white fungus.

   Seeing it, she couldn't help but: "Grandpa, isn't my Uncle Zhang driving a tricycle? You don't need to work hard."

   "How can that work?"

  Song Youde refused to accept his old age: "His tricycle is a tricycle. Our white fungus has grown so much. Anyway, I'm fine if I'm idle. What's the matter with running around?"

   This car is the only one in the village now, it’s a hit! The eyeballs of all the little old men turned green with greed, every time Song Youde rode his bike, he always felt windy!

  Although the load is not as large as that of Zhang Wang’s small three-wheeler, it is very convenient to pull something in the fields every day.

  Song Tan: ...All right, as long as you are happy.

  She was not persuading, but just looked down at the white fungus in the basket.

  The white fungus on the chestnut tree that grows wildly in the mountains has fully unfolded its milky white "petals" after receiving the sun and rain.

   Only such mature ones will be picked.

  Zhang Yanping squatted down and took a look, wondering:

   "I thought you could grow anything! I don't think this white fungus is very good. Have you seen the Gutian white fungus? I can't even open my palm! It's so big, so round, so white!"

  The Seventh Cousin was resting next to him, and he glanced at him when he heard this: "What will you eat?"

   "The fungus growing on this tree trunk is small in size, so its vitality is strong. It depends on the sun and Fengshui."

   "Naturally raised, it's just that big, and it's not standard."

   "On the contrary, people are now engaged in greenhouses, scientifically planting large-scale ones, the ones that rely on mushroom sticks densely packed into one room, and that ones are regular, round and large."

   "But the problem is that it doesn't taste good."

  Zhang Yanping: …Actually, he didn’t think there was any difference, didn’t they all break the stew?

  He secretly murmured that he didn't dare to be presumptuous in front of the chef, but Seventh Cousin already knew what he had guessed, so he snorted now:

   "You, you still eat less good things, you say that the vegetables in the greenhouse and the vegetables in the field, one has a vegetable taste, and the other does not, that is different!"

  Song Youde really agrees with this: "Going to the streets to buy vegetables in winter is expensive, and it doesn't taste that good."

  But if you want to talk about the taste, they can't tell, it's just the taste of vegetables.

   Wait a minute, there are more.

   Basswood white fungus and common white fungus have different prices. By gram.

  (end of this chapter)