Song Tan Jishi

   Seventh Cousin's timing is just right. Today is hot, and after only a few hours of soaking, the soybeans have already swelled up, showing a tender luster in the water basin——

   Hiss.

   Rao is a cook who has everything, but the seventh cousin saw it and couldn't help thinking about the pigs in the back mountain.

  The hoof was burned back and stewed with soybeans, how fragrant it would be!

  Think about the soybeans in the warehouse again—even though five acres of chestnuts were interplanted, the yield is really good. Although a group of idiots at home consumed a lot, plus what was used today, there are still more than a thousand catties!

   Counting food and expenses, more than enough to last until the Chinese New Year.

   In the morning, he and Song Tan discussed it, but they used 400 catties of soybeans!

  If Song Tan hadn't agreed to lend a helping hand, how could he have persuaded Zhang Yanping, who had long been unable to lift his arms, to wash and soak the soybeans bit by bit?

  After lunch, Aunt Lianhua had just tidied up the kitchen. The three large pots and stoves were scrubbed with no oil at all, and the seventh cousin came to call again with a smile:

   "Yan Ping, cook all these beans!"

  I need Song Tan's help to carry the beans, but for cooking the beans...then Zhang Yanping has to guard it all by himself!

  Zhang Yanping wanted to cry but had no tears: "Seventh Cousin, Dr. Guo said I have to exercise, but didn't tell you to put me to death! These hundreds of catties of beans have to be boiled today?"

   "Then what should I do?"

  Seventh Cousin was also very helpless: "The beans are soaked, if you can't finish cooking them today and they sprout tomorrow, don't you have to keep moving the beans?"

  His expression of "Young man, I'm doing it for your own good" is extraordinarily sincere.

  But Zhang Yanping is in more pain—then why can’t he only make one hundred catties today? The way he dragged these four hundred catties of soybeans was really embarrassing!

  Although it was just dragged from the warehouse to the pool in the yard.

   Tantan also helped carry two big bags.

   But even if it was just a simple panning, not a few black beans and bad beans were picked out, and his Tai Chi Water Tank Kungfu is almost perfect!

   As long as he had the ability to stir up water when he was young, he would definitely go to Shaolin Martial Arts School instead of 211!

  At this moment, he raised his two strong black arms, trembling all the time, obviously today's labor force has been squeezed to the limit.

   Ah this.

  Song Tan thought to himself, after all, he is his cousin, so he can't be like this! Didn't Wang Xiaoshun say that? Mingershan also started to make watermelon sauce.

  Cousin will use it tomorrow.

  She hurriedly said: "Oh, brother Yanping, I didn't even notice that you are so tired... Take a break! I'll cook the beans at noon!"

  Zhang Yanping burst into tears of gratitude.

  He really believed that his cousin didn't realize that he was exerting too much force.

  Because her own strength is so great, it's like a bully who doesn't understand the suffering of a scumbag. A person with great strength probably doesn't know how hard work is for a person with little strength, right?

   At this moment, tears are in my eyes: "Tan Tan..."

  Song Tan accepted it calmly and thanked him. He was standing in front of the stove at the moment, sending another piece of firewood into the kitchen under the slightly hot temperature intertwined by the free air conditioner and the flame.

  She thought to herself: How silly...ah no, simple!

   What can be so tiresome about cooking beans? There is an air conditioner and the heat is not enough, just watch the fire and stir the beans from time to time.

  By the way, it can also look like I have worked for hours.

  If Zhang Yanping really took over this job, and went up the mountain tomorrow to dry beans for Master Qian, then she couldn't bear it, could she?

   After all, it’s not that I squeezed my relatives too much, it’s that my cousin is not very up-to-date!

  Hey, it's a pity, there is still a cousin who is not on duty yet.

  …

  Zhang Yanping had studied Shen Lun at home for a month, but at this moment she didn't know the danger of her cousin, so she took a nap happily, and only then did she feel refreshed.

  By the way, he helped Qiao Qiao look at the backstage of the live broadcast—Xin Jun slept for half an hour in the morning. During this half hour, the number of viewers in the live broadcast room has dropped, so you can tip it...

  How come there are still rewards?

   He doesn't understand!

   What's the matter, can't even a contemporary netizen grasp the current live broadcast ecology?

Looking back at Qiao Qiao's past live broadcast history, he found that as long as the frequency of "hypnosis", "so sleepy" and "falling asleep" is high, there will be a lot of rewards. The top three fans on the list are basically related to sleep. related.

   Ah this.

  He thought about it in his heart, stretched his waist now, checked the time, and went downstairs slowly.

  Qiao Qiao is in class with Xin Jun, and it is said that Professor Song and his apprentice are revising their thesis. And Aunt Lianhua sent her mother-in-law to help weave straw mats before, so she didn't have to worry about that. She had nothing to do in the middle of the day, so she took out a new roll of plastic cloth and wiped it carefully, and spread it out in the yard to dry.

  Looking at the other person's slightly dark complexion and the sweat beads on his face, Zhang Yanping shook his head: It's hard work to be a diligent person!

  Looking forward, Wu Lan and Song Sancheng didn't have time to practice their cars yet, and now the two of them carried a big dustpan together and wiped it there.

   There are several standing upright against the wall next to it.

  Ulan was still pondering: "I'm done weaving the straw mat tomorrow, so ask my dad to weave a few more dustpans, baskets and so on for us."

   "Success." Song Sancheng nodded: "His straw mat has been sold for two months, and it is estimated that he earned a hundred thousand...they are beautiful!"

   Among other things, the old couple looked through their coffin book. They have never saved so much money in their entire life!

  Of course, Tan Tan earns more, at least hundreds of thousands.

   "I see! Next year, we will definitely need more varieties of rushes from sandalwood... Let's wait until winter comes. I think we'll finish weaving straw mats in winter, and there's not much work to do. I'll go chop some bamboo and ask my dad to make more for us."

   Wulan nodded: "Lianhua's mother-in-law can do this job. It costs 70 yuan a bed, and our tea foam and herbal tea are also delivered there..."

  She calculated: "Ah! Lotus! Your mother-in-law weaves straw mats for two thousand yuan a month!"

   Little did they know that Lianhua smiled brighter than her:

   "It's more than that! My mother-in-law is also paralyzed and has been delayed for the past few years. She was famous for her ingenuity. Uncle Song said that she is good at weaving patterns. One bed costs 120, and she can weave eight beds a week!"

  As for other tricks... the old man in the village may not know a few characters, but the craftsmanship of this weaving thing is really not bad.

  If you do this calculation, Granny Lianhua can get 4,000 yuan a month. Lianhua, on the other hand, does so much work a month, and the salary is about the same.

   But Lianhua is obviously very appreciative—the work of weaving straw mats is done for so many months a year, but she can still take her mother-in-law with her job, where can she find it?

  Ulan thought for a while, and gave a thorough explanation in advance:

   "After the canteen on the mountain is built, you two should eat with us, our food is even better!"

   "Really?!" Aunt Lianhua's eyes lit up.

  The yield of soybeans per mu is 200 to 800 catties.

  This is to make up for yesterday.