Song Tan Jishi

Faced with Boss Qian's all-out cards, Song Tan on the opposite side didn't cherish it, and just dismissed him casually: "No, I told you earlier, the production of watermelons can't keep up, and the transportation is far away, and there are gaps in the road. risk, sell it in the local market.”

   "You should take a look at Tao first."

Peach? With watermelon in hand, who remembers peach?

  Boss Wang was showing off while thinking, and the few remaining brain cells were quickly washed away by the watermelon juice. The two elders were holding watermelons, piece by piece, snoring, their faces were covered with flowers.

   In the dilapidated stainless steel basin in front of him, a layer of melon rinds quickly piled up.

  But Song Tan and the others seem to be more refined now because they eat it every day.

   20 catties of watermelon, everyone's stomach is full, and they don't want to eat much.

  Boss Qian and Boss Wang didn't stop the brakes either, and their stomachs bulged before dinner was served.

  Only Seventh Cousin was old and able to restrain himself, and asked now: "Do you still want to eat?"

  Boss Wang waved his hand, originally wanted to say that he would not eat, but saw that Boss Qian was already as if he hadn’t eaten for 800 years and didn’t know how hungry he was, and he said in one voice:

   "Eat, eat, eat!"

  In the dark, no one could notice that Seventh Cousin had glanced at Song Tan—this girl is a ghost!

   When cooking, you have to do a little, and you are not asked to do more when cooking, so you just aim to use watermelon to prevaricate others, right?

   So—

  In the dark night of the power outage, a flashlight stood in the center of the dining table, illuminating the white latex paint above the head and the surrounding walls, reflecting a hazy light.

  Everyone looked at the twilight and snorted for a while. Boss Wang was eating because his belt was loose and loose. In the end, he had to sit there with his neck slightly raised, and then reluctantly put down his chopsticks.

   "I'm full, I'm full..."

   And Song Tan also asked enthusiastically: "Want to see Tao?"

   "Don't watch it, don't watch it..."

  Boss Qian really didn't have the energy.

   He originally arranged for the driver to come over to transport peaches at night, but he didn't expect that the live broadcast would sell so many peaches. There was not much stock here, so he had to come back tomorrow.

  At this moment, the two elders could only look at Song Tan helplessly: "Look... arrange a place for us to live in?"

  Song Tan thought for a while: "There are two vacant rooms in my side room. If you don't mind, my grandfather's house still has a few old beds. Pull them here for you, and you can sleep on two layers of mattresses."

   "All right, all right!"

  Boss Qian is not that cute young master: "What kind of mattress do you want? Just a bed board. This old waist is suitable for a hard board bed. If it's really not good, you can get two straw mats to spread on the floor."

   Then he looked at the dark night sky: "There is no air conditioner at night, and it is comfortable to lie on the ground!"

  Yes, there is no air conditioner at night.

  Song Tan immediately reacted, and then became very enthusiastic:

   "Okay then, brother Yanping, you take the two straw mats that Grandpa just wove today and make new ones for the two bosses to sleep on!"

"okay!"

  Zhang Yanping responded quickly!

   Only at night without air-conditioning can the straw mat be shown!

  I hope the two bosses can be more sensible and discover things as soon as possible.

  …

   Early the next morning, the mountain became lively.

  The villagers contacted by Ulan have all gone up the mountain last night—picking peaches is not so tiring, and there are no technical requirements, 200 a day, why can’t it work? Even the two seedling transplanters couldn't wait to go up the mountain with their baskets after a rest overnight.

  Although the melons and vines on the ground really affect the efficiency, they don't count wages, but God!

  Everyone was chatting lively and clattering their hands, and the whole mountain village seemed to be bustling again.

   Party secretary Xiao Zhu is going to the urban area today. Before leaving, he took a look and sighed: "Tell me, if peaches are planted on the remaining two or three hundred acres of mountains next year, our village will be so lively!"

  Song Tan waved his hands again and again: "That's not acceptable. I don't make mountain buns purely to make money."

   There are too few varieties that can be eaten at home, so we need to develop more new flavors first.

  Xiaozhu branch secretary never expected that someone spent huge sums of money to cover so many mountains. The first thing she wanted was to improve the taste of the regular meals at home. She just thought she had other plans...

   Instead, he encouraged: "Variety is better! The ability to resist risks is also strong, and the labor force should be dispersed as much as possible, so as not to be in a hurry all the time. Come on! Strive to be balanced all year round!"

   After Xiao Zhu left, Boss Qian and Boss Wang went up the mountain full of energy.

  Although they couldn't take a full bath last night because of the power outage, the two of them simply wiped their bodies and lay down on the green straw mat. How should I say it?

  It's like sleeping on the green grass in spring, with the soft wind blowing slightly, the breath of green grass wrapping the whole body, the whole person seems to have returned to a carefree teenager.

  Wake up in the morning and look at the blue color of the straw mat...

   What else is there to say?

  Boss Wang is much more domineering than Boss Qian: "This is the straw mat! Roll it up for me, I'm going to take it back to sleep today!"

  Boss Qian was confident: "No hurry, no hurry, I have to stay here to watch the goods—Old Wang, when the time comes, you follow the car first."

  Boss Wang was surprised: "Why do I hear what you mean, it seems that I have already leased the garden?"

  Boss Qian grinned: "Did the watermelon taste good yesterday?"

of course?

"tasty!"

   "Let me tell you, peaches are as delicious as watermelons! Let's go up the mountain."

   No, the two went up the mountain, and Boss Wang's eyes were still glued to the big watermelon in the field. Whenever anyone stepped on a melon leaf while picking peaches, he would tremble with distress.

  Then wandering around the mountain again, looking at the sporadic watermelons, the eyes could not help showing heartache:

   "Just this kind of melon, if you sell it locally, the price can't be raised. Don't you think it's a waste?"

"good."

  Song Tan's requirements are not so high: "Look at the peach grove, the lighting is not so good, this is not sandy land, and the taste of watermelon has not reached its best. Let's sell it casually this year."

   Anyway, that's all.

  Boss Qian had already picked the peaches, and planned to dab them on his clothes—oh, there was a power outage yesterday, and the clothes were still the same.

   Forget it, blame Mai Tai.

  He turned his head to look for it, and found a big red bucket by the side of the garden, and quickly put the peaches in it to wash.

   Then when he raised his head, the king squatted beside the bucket, looking at him with piercing eyes.

  Such a big dog—Boss Qian must have been a little nervous, but he was not so scared when he remembered how the dog ate peaches yesterday.

   Instead, he joked: "My lord, right? Do you want to eat peaches today? Wait, if there is any damage, I will give you one!"

   But after he finished speaking, he saw that the king was still staring at him, and couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed.

   Simply hand the peach to Boss Wang, and when he sees him biting it off, he asks, "How is it? Is the peach delicious?"

  Boss Wang chewed silently, his expression already serious.

  The next moment, the two resolutely walked aside and discussed in detail.

But Song Tan came over and patted the king's head distressedly: "Hey, good king, they didn't use the water you drink to wash peaches on purpose... Oh, they are all peach hairs, I will give them to you later Get another bucket!"

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   "The Little Cook of the Imperial College"

  She is a tentacle monster! It's outrageous to put it on the tenth update... Let's kill this one to cheer everyone up for the festival!