Song Tan Jishi

Chapter 85: 85. Sneaky men

Chapter 85 85. Sneaky men

In the dark night, the bright stars are twinkling. Although the roads leading to each village are no longer smooth, for the country people, such night roads are not burdensome.

The two brothers and sisters led the king all the way forward, only to feel that it was extraordinarily quiet, and there were insects in the grass.

Jojo blew out a big bubble with a "pop", which was as big as a fist!

He turned his head in surprise, stared at Bubble with cross-eyed eyes, and called Song Tan to take a look. Even the king came over curiously, and then sniffed it.

"Snapped!"

The bubble burst.

It was stuck on the lips, cheeks and the middle of the man again, causing him to rub his hands for a long time before spitting out the remaining gum in frustration.

Song Tan couldn't help laughing!

"By the way, Jojo," she suddenly remembered:

"Didn't you buy the bubble gum for Brother Yanping? Why did you take it apart first?"

I just heard Qiao Qiao say confidently: "My brother is not serious about his work, so he can't give you a lot. You can only reward him if he is faster than me tomorrow."

Song Tan: …

Then this piece of bubble gum is too precious.

…

Zhang Yanping probably hasn't eaten such a piece of bubble gum for a decade or two.

Thinking of him studying hard in a cold window, with thousands of troops, graduating from 211... Now he came to the mountains to be a farmer just for this piece of bubble gum.

His uncle Song Sancheng waved a **** in front, and the hardened muddy ground looked like a shortbread, and it was like a ditch.

Looking at myself again, although I was also digging on the other side, I only opened a one-meter ditch, and my uncle pointed out that the ditch was not deep enough...the other side dug out ten meters!

He couldn't bear it anymore, and made a video for his own mother:

"Mom, look at me, look at what your son is doing now, do you feel distressed?"

However, the real mother is worthy of being a real mother, only to hear Wu Fang's pleasantly surprised "Oh!"—

"Son, it is really helpful to ask you to go to the village. You can see that your skin has become fair and dark circles have disappeared!"

How can this be?

Zhang Yanping didn't believe it.

Although he had done a lot of work during the day and didn’t have much entertainment at night, he did go to bed early and ate delicious food... But it couldn’t hide the fact that today was the morning of his third day in the countryside.

Zhang Yanping turned the camera around and looked at himself:

Oh, I blame my phone for being too good, and now the video also has a beautifying effect.

He said speechlessly: "Mom, this is a phone beauty."

"What kind of beauty?" Wu Fang glanced at him: "When you used to be beautiful, the color under your eyes was different, black and blue."

"It's strange that no one in the whole wholesale market is willing to introduce you to a partner. It depends on you, a child. If you don't work, you have no future, and you are worthless!"

It can be said to be an all-round attack.

There seemed to be someone who came to wholesale fruit in front of her. She soon became impatient, so she said perfunctorily: "Son, do a good job and ask your aunt to cook more delicious food for you. Look at your bastard..."

"Beep—" The video hangs up.

Zhang Yanping had nowhere to ask for help. Turning his head at this moment, he saw that his uncle had opened a large ditch again!

He had no choice but to pick up the **** resignedly, and then drove to the side.

Look at the pile of golden cherry seeds piled up next to the tree. The root system of this thing is very developed, with many long fibrous roots. Therefore, it is more convenient to dig a ditch than dig a hole.

Zhang Yan said calmly: I knew that I would have to plant these flower seedlings by myself, so he would have to recommend his cousin to use that kind of net with iron thorns!

Look at the man next to him who is silent and silent, only holding a sledgehammer, using those thick branches as pillars, ramming them into the ground to support the fence...

He looked at the soft flesh on his arms and legs, and thought: If I had known earlier, I might as well have pulled grass!

…

It's almost time for Zi Yunying.

At this moment, there are buds in several flower fields that are about to bloom.

Slightly open a few flowers, it is no problem to eat it with stir-fried vegetables. If there are too many dishes, the dishes will be old and can no longer be sold.

But this time was within Song Tan's estimate, so she didn't panic, but she picked an extra fifty catties this morning.

When we arrived at the vegetable market, the aunts surrounded us.

I heard Qiao Qiao seriously say: "There will be no more soon, everyone wants pickles to make pickles, so let's start preparing now."

Ouch!

As the temperature gradually rises, everyone guesses that this purple vetch has been eaten for a while, and they are not sad when they hear the words, but just ask: "What are you selling next?"

Honestly speaking, I eat this as a vegetable at home every day, not because I’m bored, but because I always want to try something else.

Song Tan thought for a while: "The cabbage grows fast, let's sell the cabbage in half a month, and how long the purple vetch can be sold for the rest of the time."

Wait until the group of zi vetch buyers left one after another, the vegetable vendor next door looked at the cucumbers and tomatoes that were also bought from his stall, and sighed at this moment:

"Thanks to your single variety, otherwise our entire vegetable market would be a foil."

"How can you say that?"

Song Tan disagreed: "How many vegetables can I grow by myself? They can't buy them anymore, don't they have to buy yours?"

Hey! this girl.

The vegetable dealer thought that you might as well not explain it.

But at the corner, several middle-aged men were looking here, pointing and probing their brains.

He couldn't help becoming vigilant: "I know the old man at the front. He bought your vegetables. What do those people behind you do?"

Song Tan glanced at it, but didn't recognize him either.

At this moment, he looked at the empty basket: "Maybe he came here to buy vegetables."

"Oh," she said, half happy and half distressed, "I still haven't prepared enough stock today."

The vegetable seller’s eyes almost rolled to the sky: Once you brought a few baskets of grass over, if you didn’t know, you would think that every family has a pasture!

As she was talking, she saw several middle-aged men sneaking up to her.

"Is it this one?"

"It's her! There are a lot of good things in hand!"

"too expensive…"

"You can't help it, you can't forget it after taking a sip..."

Several people stood there, tangled and painful, hesitating and hesitating, and didn’t make up their minds to ask for a long time—

It is really a price of one thousand yuan and one tael, which is too high!

Finally, it was Lao Sun who took the lead:

"Girl, are you still selling?"

Song Tan remembered that he bought the tea yesterday—as expected, his tea was worth a high price!

Look, isn't this a collective?

She also smiled and said, "It's for sale."