Song Tan Jishi

  Chapter 410 410. Is rice sold?

  It was Grandma Seven who shook her head: "I just love the soft and sticky fried rice."

  Song Tan is not picky anyway: "Okay, after the mountain land is covered next year, there will be a lot of fields, so we can plant whatever we want to eat."

   "Millet can come to two acres."

   "There is also wheat, and we will grow more this winter."

   "By the way, Seventh Cousin, there are still sorghum corns planted at the foot of the back mountain. If you don't want to eat coarse grains later, you can use them to make wine."

"OK!"

   Grain wine is brewed by myself, the seventh cousin loves it so much!

  He couldn't help nodding: "You said you, if you knew you had this kind of farming ability, you told me that you didn't have enough money when you were building mountains! I still have some old money to lend you, so you can pack more."

  Song Tan laughed: "That can't be done."

   Among other things, at first she paid 60,000 yuan for farming and her family, and she could hear Song Sancheng and his wife sighing at night.

   Besides, there were not so many people in the house at first!

  Song Tan pondered: "Wait until I go to the village to sign the contract. During the Chinese New Year, the branch secretary Xiao Zhu said to help me connect, and see if any young people who return to the village want to stay at home and work in agriculture."

   Only in this way can the manpower be transferred.

  A few words aroused Seventh Cousin’s worries—his son…

never mind.

  Seventh Cousin forced himself to calm down: the person who will provide for him in the old age is in front of him, so he can't be greedy.

  When a person is greedy, he will end up with nothing.

   At this time, Ulan swept up the rice husks that had been raised before, and then carried them back to the mountain in a familiar red plastic bucket:

   "Mom, do you feed the pigs? Let me feed them, you take a rest."

  Song Tan hurriedly shouted.

"Need not!"

  Ulan waved his hand: "There are not many rice husks, so I will prepare pillow covers tomorrow. I will feed these to the chickens first."

  In the past, the pillows at home were all stuffed with this stuff!

  Song Tanjing and Xie Bumin: "No, no!"

  Rice husk pillows are like buckwheat pillows. If they are not turned over frequently, they are prone to mold and insects. She is not so diligent.

  Ulan also laughed: "There is no shortage of pillows at home, why should I make them? Just to tease you—Okay, you can rest, I will feed the chickens."

  The chicks have been raised for several months, and they may be able to lay eggs next month. Leave the rice husk for them to plan and play with, and it can also be used as a nest for eggs.

  She walked freely and easily. Her originally somewhat pudgy figure had lost weight at some point, but her figure was much more vigorous, and her face was more rosy than before.

  Even... Nowadays, during the busy farming season, I have free time to tease the grown-up children.

  Song Tan looked at her back, and once again felt that it would be the best thing to stay in his hometown to farm.

  …

  The rice is simmering in the pot, and the wooden pot lid can't cover the attractive aroma at all.

   After drinking the rice soup, everyone was sweating profusely, couldn't help but went out to smell it a few more times, and then took a sip of tea hungry—

   Okay, my stomach feels even weaker, and the sound of gurgling keeps coming and going.

   Sitting there right now, the saliva is constantly spreading.

   Until night fell, Song Sancheng and Song Youde happily brought back several baskets of rice with his electric car. And Wu Lei was holding a scythe with his head down, his shoulders slumped, and he staggered back step by step, like an old zombie...

   "Is it time for dinner?"

  Students in the living room sat up in shock as they were dying, and leaned directly in front of the window!

  Tired and hungry, Wu Lei had no idea what everyone expected of them.

  He was tortured this afternoon, and now he returned to the yard numbly, only put down the sickle, and climbed directly to the third floor by grabbing the railing of the stairs.

  Song Tan also asked: "Brother Wu Lei, do you want to bring you some food?"

  He wanted to raise his hand to say hello, but felt that his arms and waist were going to be broken, so he could only answer in a low voice with bitter tears.

   Among other things, he just wants to wash himself up, and then he will throw himself on the bed and sleep in the dark.

   It would be better if you can not wash it.

   But forget it, I can't afford to lose that sloppy face in front of Jojo.

  …

   And at this moment, Seventh Cousin quickly mixed the remaining cold dishes, and finally the meal was ready!

   Everyone didn't waste a minute to give way, and went straight into the restaurant and sat down!

   It's time to knock on the bowl and wait for the meal.

  Song Youde originally said that he would eat it again tomorrow, but he couldn't move his legs when he smelled the rice. Song Tan had no choice but to yell for Qiao Qiao to bring grandma over too—there was another table in the kitchen for his own family to eat, but it didn't really affect anything.

  Song Tan held his job bowl and planned to go to the restaurant to accompany his old classmates to enjoy the friendship of the landlord, but as soon as he entered, he saw that everyone had already started cooking!

  What kind of greetings before meals, lively chats during meals, including persuading people to drink and drink...

   None at all.

  At this moment, everyone buried their heads, snoring from eating. Where is this restaurant?

   It is clearly another pig farm!

   But... it's fine.

  Song Tan also sat down happily, and then ate a big mouthful of rice in satisfaction—this rice is really white, so fragrant, so delicious!

Sitting next to him was the squad leader, who was sobbing while eating: "Song Tan, Song Tan, you have such a good life, why are you so low-key when you go to school? Whenever you say that the food at home tastes like this, I Would you like to come and be your son-in-law?"

   "Don't worry, there will never be a dragon king returning after three years..."

   "I dare not!" Song Tan laughed: "I'm afraid your parents will call you later."

  In their small place, the elderly still value this kind of thing very much.

The female classmate next to her was also full of food and wanted to cry: "Yes! If I knew your food is so delicious, I would definitely be your sister when I was in school! Let's eat, live, and sleep together, and return to your place together." at home..."

   Wu Qianqian, on the other hand, managed to regain her sanity after eating half a bowl of rice ferociously, and then huffed proudly:

   "Song Tan, I'll buy 20 catties when the rice leaves. Tell me how much it costs."

   At worst, go to her father to ask for it.

  Song Tan was taken aback for a moment, then looked at Qianqian who had regained her wealth with a smile on her face, and then sighed regretfully: "No way, the rice hasn't been typed yet."

   "And you've seen the rice planted this year. That's all. Our family has a large population and we can eat it. Our own is not enough, so we don't sell any of it."

   As soon as these words were said, it was like a thunderbolt from the blue sky, shaking the entire dining table into silence!

   After a long time, the squad leader also had tears in his eyes: "Are you really not selling it?"

"Really can not."

  Song Tan shook his head helplessly: "Just tell me, how much is the harvest of these two acres of land? Then look at your appetite, our family also eats this amount. It's not enough!"

   A group of people who have never done farm work, even if they don’t know anything, but after thinking about it in their hearts, they know that a meal will definitely eat a lot.

  But...but this rice is really delicious!

  For a while, everyone felt the same pain.

   Alas, I’m hungry to write to myself...Hold on or I’ll fall asleep if I’m full!

   There is still a change, it will be later.

  (end of this chapter)