Song Tan Jishi

  Chapter 273 273. Grill and food expenses

   Song Tan became more and more weird when he heard it:

"etc."

   "Grandpa, didn't you build a stove?"

  Song Youde then laughed: "The tobacco leaves are so big, how can they be roasted with a stove? They can't even be opened."

   "I'll build a taller barn, let's take our time, grandpa is in no hurry."

   Good guy, after such a gesture, Song Tan knew that they wanted to build a small house two meters high!

  Square and square were tightly sealed, leaving only a hole for burning coal underneath.

   Exactly. In order to ensure the temperature and meticulousness, even firewood was not used underneath, and Song Youde even planned to pull coal.

  Coal is resistant to burning, and the temperature will not fluctuate, which is better than stability.

  Tie the tobacco leaves root by root in the barn, put them on the rack, burn coal piles on both sides of the outside, and bake them for a few days, the tobacco leaves must be golden and bright, first-class good quality!

   And it is more convenient to store than sun-dried.

  Song Youde thought about it like this, and he really became more active. Now he was in a hurry and rode the car again, determined to get some more bricks—

   It took half a day for such a small brick house, and the two of them had exhausted all their strength!

   Fortunately, because of leaning against the wall, the work of saving a wall was finally completed.

  After sloppy lunch, the two little old men looked at the big sun in the sky, then looked at each other, and said in unison, "Go and see the fields!"

  Song Youde hurriedly picked up the basket again: "Let's make a roof by the way. After you finish cleaning the leaves in the afternoon, I'll pull coal and dry the house first."

  The two have their own division of labor and cooperate with each other tacitly. At this moment, they really don't feel troublesome at all.

  Only Qiao Qiao held a cigarette case stubbornly, chanting loudly: "Smoking is harmful to health!"

  However, at this moment, only the backs of the two little old men can be seen.

   In less than half an hour, the two of them returned after picking a heavy basket of tobacco leaves, both with the inflorescences on top.

  At this moment, Song Youde couldn't wait to contact the coal seller again, and by the way, set up a firewood to bake the newly built house, as if every second counted.

  The Seventh Cousin sat on the porch and broke off the leaves one by one—

  He discussed with Song Youde, the first time to roast the young leaves picked from the top.

  The second time, the yellowed old leaves at the roots of the cured tobacco.

  For the third time, let’s focus on the batch with the best quality on flue-cured tobacco!

   As for how to distribute it, the two didn't discuss it. Anyway, whoever doesn't have it can take it, and they don't plan to sell it.

   Zhang Yanping was about to make a move again.

  He secretly asked Song Tan: "Smokers can't resist this, why don't we make more kinds next year, so we can prepare more to sell?"

   Sure to be able to command a high price!

Sell?

  Song Tan asked back: "Who did you sell to?"

  Registration is required for large-scale planting of tobacco. At that time, a tobacco company will come to collect it, and a piece of the top leaf will give you fifty cents...

   "I don't do this business."

  Zhang Yanping was instantly sluggish. Then wondered:

   "You didn't even know how to pack tobacco leaves just now, how come you know so much now?

  Song Tan flicked the phone: "Thank you to the almighty group of friends, they know everything."

   Of course, there is also a bad point, that is, after she finished asking about the tobacco leaves, some customers in the group seemed to smell it, and several people came to chat privately, wanting to buy a batch in private...

   Just look at the appearance of these two little old men in the room, how many tobacco leaves can there be?

   Taking advantage of this time, Song Tan went to look at the two-meter-high brick house they newly built.

The room is not big, only two meters long and two meters wide, and the height is probably more than two meters. There is also a channel for filling coal under it, so that the coal can be heated in the masonry and evenly sent to the barn, so that The tobacco leaves inside are evenly heated and roasted more thoroughly.

  The seventh cousin broke off the tobacco leaves, and put a bamboo pole in front of him, and then carefully wrapped the tobacco leaves on the bamboo pole with hemp rope.

  A shelf is densely packed and neatly stacked with green tobacco leaves.

  However, compared with others who specialize in large-scale flue-cured tobacco leaves, his shelf is much sparser, and the tobacco leaves can even be fully unfolded.

  No way, after all, they were topped off, and the quantity is limited. It's the first time to do it again, let's try it on a small scale first!

  While working, Seventh Cousin was still thinking: I started smoking cigarettes many years ago, and when the tobacco leaves are roasted, he will have to come over with the whole cigarette pouch!

  Nowadays it is popular to shop online, so I asked a few young people to show him a good one online...

  Song Youde’s pipe pot has been used for many years. The pole is made of bamboo and wood, and the bamboo joints on it are all ruddy and shiny by him. He can’t lose!

  …

  In the evening, Ulan, who took time to go to the mountain to pick two handfuls of tea leaves, just came back. At this moment, seeing another room in the small courtyard filled with white fungus shelves, she couldn't help wondering: "What is it built here? A toilet?"

  No choice, the yard of my grandparents’ house and Song Tan’s house have the same problem, that is, there are not enough toilets.

   No way, who made more and more people live in the house now?

  Even if Zhang Yanping and Xin Jun lived with the Seventh Cousin, a family of six and only one toilet can be seen as stretched.

  However, Ulan probed inside and found out that this is not a toilet, there is not even a window! The ground has been tidied up, and a decent flue has been built!

  Looking at Song Tan again, she really gave the answer: "My grandfather built it to cure the tobacco leaves."

  Ulan: …

Fine.

  She was unexpectedly happy this time: "It doesn't cost money to grow tobacco leaves at home. It's cheaper than buying tobacco all year round. Let's roast it."

  Look at the bricks used again: "Is this all from our house over there? Oh, let me tell you, Tan Tan, the engineering team you hired is really meticulous in their work!"

   "I went to take a look when I was laying bricks in the morning, and the bit of cement that seeped out was scraped off evenly. This job is really beautiful!"

  …

   And at this moment.

   The excavator guy got off the car and rested for a while, endured and endured, finally couldn't hold back, and went to the person in charge.

  He didn't mean anything else, just one question, and he had been thinking about it for several days:

   "Boss, why don't we eat with this family?"

  The reason of the boss is also very simple: "If people want to pay for meals, wouldn't we get less money? Isn't it good to do it yourself for the same money?"

   "What do you mean? Do you think the food is bad? I don't give you three-piece construction site suits every day like others!"

  The so-called three-piece set for the construction site is cabbage, potatoes, and radishes. Because the engineering team often takes on this kind of villa work, the employers are mostly straightforward, and the food is really good.

  For example, at noon, there are large pieces of meat and ribs in the dishes, but...

  The dark young man gave him an aggrieved look:

   "Have you never eaten the food made by their family?"

   "If I can eat with others at home, I am willing to pay another meal every day!"

good night!

  (end of this chapter)