Song Tan Jishi

   "Really!" Ulan was sure!

  Aunt Lianhua was overjoyed.

  Although I watch the carts delivering food go up the mountain with meat every day, after eating at Tan Tan’s for several months, I don’t know what a good taste is!

   If she really wanted to eat on the mountain instead, no matter how great the cook is, she would be reluctant to part with it.

   And Zhang Yanping walked around and found that everyone had something to do, and he seemed out of place, so he took the initiative to find a topic:

   "Auntie, where's Tan Tan?"

  Ulan glanced at him: "Tan Tan is still cooking beans in the kitchen."

  Zhang Yanping remembered this, and hurried to the kitchen to have a look—

   Whoo! In such a big three-port pot, the beans are full of boiled beans, rolling one by one, still foaming.

  Looking at the big iron bucket at the side, piles of cooked beans have been fished out—it can be seen that two hundred catties of beans have to be cooked several times!

   And his good cousin was stirring there with a spoon, and asked the seventh cousin by the way:

   "Is this hardness acceptable?"

   Seventh Cousin's ruthless iron hand squeezed one from the spoon, and it took some effort to crush it—he nodded in satisfaction:

"Anneal, and put the lid on the pot. After the first few barrels are processed, it will be almost covered." At that time, the taste will be slightly softer, but it still has a slight hardness. When making soy beans, the taste will be very good. good.

  Seeing Zhang Yanping standing at the door, Seventh Cousin looked even more kindly: "Yanping, how are you resting?"

  Zhang Yanping hesitated for a moment—is he saying yes, or not?

  At this moment, he could only smile perfunctorily, and then looked at Song Tan again:

   "Tan Tan, haven't you finished the moxa sticks in the morning? There should be more?"

   "There should be." Song Tan thought for a while: I made a lot of moxa sticks in the morning, and there were more than 50 moxa sticks in total. Twenty of them were given to Guo Dong to go to the clinic to help the villagers moxibustion—

   After all, there are so long and thick moxa sticks that you can never use up one at a time.

  The remaining 30 roots are at home, and I learned moxibustion at home after going back...

  Zhang Yanping asked her: "I just looked at Qiao Qiao's background data, and those who have been rewarding him all the time are all insomniacs."

   "I was thinking, should I let Qiao Qiao start the live broadcast alone? Give two moxa sticks to each of the top three on the list."

  He pulled out the backstage screenshot and showed it to Song Tan:

   "Look, for the top three, each person's reward is more than 5,000."

   And the ID name is also very interesting—

  【I really want to sleep another five hundred years】

  【Monday sober at 5:00 a.m.】

  【Is it a crime to sleep for three hours】

   hiss...

   Rao is Song Tan, who doesn't need to sleep very much. Looking at their IDs feels painful.

  I thought about it for a while: "Okay, let's give one to each person."

   Ai Rong rubbed and hammered it, it was too trivial and painful, and she didn't want to do it again. Therefore moxa sticks are very precious.

   But having said that, there seems to be nothing in the house that is not precious.

   "By the way, ask Dr. Guo, how can moxibustion cure insomnia? Ask Qiao Qiao to open a simple live broadcast and tell them about moxa sticks as a fan benefit."

   Last time, the MCN organization talked about attracting fans and solid fans, giving fans benefits and so on... It makes sense.

  Thinking about it this way, she had another idea.

   "At the end of the year, we will broadcast live to give gifts, let's send a catty of our soy beans to the top three people!"

  Zhang Yanping: …

how to say? Generous, but there seems to be something wrong.

and…

   "What's the name of your MCN organization when I came back last time? I'll look back and see what their anchors are doing? There are quite a lot of tricks here, let's learn from them."

   "Indeed." Song Tan deeply agreed: "What you said is quite reasonable."

   It's just that the MCN organization, which is used to drawing big cakes, is crying and fainting in the toilet.

   Zhang Yanping did another thing, and he felt at ease—isn’t mental work work? He's really not a freelancer!

   At this moment, she is very happy: "Then I will ask!"

   In this way, it shouldn't appear that he is not moving, right?

  Wu Lan, who was placing the dustpan, glanced at him, thinking that the young man couldn't hold his breath anymore! No, as soon as Dr. Guo said it in the morning, he thought of an excuse to meet people in the afternoon.

   And here, Song Tan was about to agree, when Wang Xiaoshun came down from the mountain, calling her:

   "Song Tan, my master said, tomorrow I will ask you to buy another two hundred catties of soybeans. He is going to make watermelon sauce tomorrow, and I will eat it in the cafeteria on the mountain later."

how to say? Master Qian is here, and he and Seventh Cousin have to compete invisibly in everything they do—even if the ingredients are of different nature, they try to let the other party see the various skills they are familiar with.

   The result is that a group of idiots in the family are so happy!

  Wang Xiaoshun followed Seventh Cousin, but he learned a lot of wild vegetable skills. Now he is very considerate when he comes up with Master Qian:

   "There's no need to rush the watermelon. You'll have time to buy the soy beans when it's ready."

  As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Yanping, who was obviously idle, was standing on the porch. He couldn't help being amused:

   "It's just right, Zhang Yanping, didn't the doctor tell you to move more? Why don't you go to the mountain tomorrow to help my master!"

  Zhang Yanping wanted to refuse in an instant, but Song Tan was looking at him expectantly: "Yes, Brother Yanping, I have nothing to do tomorrow, so you can go and help, two hundred catties is much easier than today."

  Zhang Yanping: ...Now that his arm is still shaking, is it too late?

   Before he could recover from this sadness, Song Tan looked at Seventh Cousin again:

   "Why don't we cook another five hundred catties of beans?"

   "Make five hundred catties of soybean paste, and then five hundred catties of watermelon sauce."

  Seventh Cousin did the math: "Out of five hundred catties of soybeans, about two thousand catties of soy beans can be produced. If watermelon sauce is produced... it can be almost three thousand catties! You have to buy a few more large clay pots first."

   "Buy! I'll go buy it tomorrow morning!" Song Tan was looking forward to it.

   Oh, how much is a catty of soy sauce to sell at that time? It is so laborious to make this, it is more troublesome than the simple and direct green pepper beef sauce, and the storage time is so long...Will it be too cheap to sell 100?

  The Seventh Cousin snorted and said, "What's the rush? The dried chili peppers at home are enough to make sauce this time. Let's make the five hundred catties slowly, otherwise the chili and garlic in the field won't be able to keep up."

   "Alright!" Song Tan wasn't in a hurry for a day or two, she just said casually: "Okay, let Brother Yanping help you later."

  Zhang Yanping: …

   Doesn't anyone care about me?

  Just finished five hundred catties, another two hundred catties were added on the mountain, and Seventh Cousin's scattered work every day must also fall on him!

  He felt a little broken and thought:

  If you follow this rhythm, don't you have work to do every day? Move the beans, wash the beans, cook the beans, dry the beans...

   It's summer vacation, why is his life worse than Douzi's?

  I'm sleepy...let's make it up tomorrow. Good night. I slept for nine hours last night (so blissful), if I hadn’t had cupping in the dog days and had to rest earlier today, I would definitely be able to live again!