Song Tan knew that the village was now peaceful and no one touched his things. First of all, everyone had not yet realized the smell of milkvetch in the fields.
After all, except for the young village party secretary, no one would pull up the grass and taste it, right? Especially the outermost field was used by Old Man Li to graze cattle.
Secondly, the really good stuff has not yet reached the harvest season. Now that the locals have come back to give it a try, they still have an advantage.
Otherwise, it would not be so easy for a young girl to come back and work.
This is also the reason why Song Tan tends to hire people from the village when hiring people to work. If there are no young adults, he hires the elderly, because inviting the elderly to work has advantages and disadvantages, depending on how to deal with it.
Old Man Li nodded in agreement with her cry:
"What I'm saying is, you can't mess with your parents' money. Your family also has Qiao Qiao, and life will be difficult when she gets old."
But after looking around, he said, "Then you still need someone to keep an eye on your field... Last year, I planted two ridges of Chinese cabbage, and I had someone secretly chop seven or eight of them at night."
The old man became very angry when he talked about this.
I don’t know who is so careless. If you want to eat the things grown in your own land, you can just say no. Who can’t bear to part with Chinese cabbage?
He was a lonely old man who didn't know how to pickle or dry the cabbage. Didn't he give it away after eating the cabbage?
You have to steal it.
Pooh!
This made Old Man Li, who was getting older and weaker, angrier and angrier. He reminded Song Tan now that he was sincerely worried.
Song Tan comforted him and said, "It's okay. You can help me watch. Also, have you seen the two newly built dog houses under the bamboo forest? My two dogs will come over to help watch them."
This pond is at the top of the field, and the doghouse is built on the edge of the pond. The two dogs sleep there, and both the pond and the field can be looked after. It is a good location specially found by Song Sancheng.
Why else would she spend a lot of money to buy a dog?
I actually grew up in a village, and I know the saying "when people reach a hundred, they come in all kinds of shapes (shaishai)".
Old Man Li breathed a sigh of relief, and a surge of comfort appeared on his dark and old face:
"Dogs are good, their ears are sharp, and their eyes can see far. Is that the dog of yours that eats tigers?"
Song Tan:......
She didn't know how to answer it for a moment, so she could only nod and vaguely say: "It's not that exaggerated, they are two smaller ones."
Dabao and Erbao are responsible for guarding the fish ponds and fields.
Old Man Li had seen the big tiger-like dog patrolling the back hill and around the front yard:
"Why, if the two are smaller, how small can they be? The tigers have eaten them, so why can't they hold up a vegetable garden? This is safe!"
The long-forgotten mobile phone was quietly live-streaming everything in front of him. The operator of the live-streaming company accidentally saw the retained data and was shocked:
What is this broadcast? Why is the user retention rate so high?
At first glance, it looked like an idyllic scene, with an old man saying something in dialect. I didn’t have time to review it carefully, so I immediately put the live broadcast in a more prominent recommendation position without hesitation.
Although it is not as good as other popular anchors, it is still a top position for new anchors.
However, as soon as he pushed it up, Song Tan on the other end of the phone only heard a "beep" sound, and then the screen went black.
She bent down to pick up her forgotten mobile phone, pressed it twice, and then realized that it was out of battery.
Looking at the large pile of milkvetch she had cut out, she waved to Old Man Li: "Grandpa Li, I'm going home first. Qiao Qiao will come later, just ask him to put these on."
Nowadays, mobile phones are an important means of contacting customers, but it is more important to charge them first.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he walked to the door, he saw Qiao Qiao running over: "Sister, dad said that you should go to the back mountain."
Then he automatically reached out and took the sickle from her: "I'm going to cut the milkvetch."
This matter was done every morning. Although Song Tan felt sorry for his brother, he did not pamper him, so he handed the sickle to him: "Don't forget to carry the basket over."
Then we went directly to the back mountain.
There, the little excavator is still working conscientiously.
Where did Zhang Yanping find such an honest person? He worked with everyone every day, leaving early and coming back late. One day's work was worth a day and a half for others.
For this reason, even if he showed off more than three bowls of food every meal, Wulan was always smiling at home.
Song Tan went to the back mountain and saw a strange man besides Song Sancheng standing halfway up the mountain.
The other person is thin and short, with a slightly stooped back. He looks to be only about 1.6 meters tall. His hair is an old-fashioned short cut, which can be shaved for five yuan in town, and there are also facial trimmers and shavers.
He was wearing the same jacket and black trousers that Song Sancheng usually wore when working. When he saw Song Tan, a look of embarrassment showed on his wrinkled face.
"Tan Tan." Song Sancheng introduced her: "You probably don't recognize him. This is your Uncle Zhang."
Then he reached out and pointed his finger at the top of the mountain opposite. There was a simple red brick house there.
"Your Uncle Zhang lives there."
The terrain of the mountain under Songtanbao is quite unique. The entire mountain range is more like a closed ring. The inner ring is like a bowl, and the bottom of the bowl is the pond underneath.
There are several acres of vegetable fields around the pond, and there are barren hills with slopes on all sides.
But, this is the whole piece.
The original back hill of Song Tan's family, plus the contracted area, took up less than a quarter of the bowl's area.
Therefore, from the top of the mountain here, you can clearly see the scenery of the top of the mountain there.
She looked at the single-family home, then looked at the location, and instantly realized who this Uncle Zhang was - he was the Zhang Wang family that everyone had talked about a few days ago.
"Uncle Zhang." Song Tan greeted him politely - he was obviously the same age as her father, but now he looked haggard and vicissitudes of life, as if he was more than ten years older.
Is there anything you need to ask yourself about?
Song Tan even thought of borrowing money, but when she thought about it carefully, the people in the village were very strict and would never lend money to a junior like herself, especially as she was a girl.
While they were thinking about it, they saw Zhang Wang's family's expressions becoming more and more embarrassed. At this moment, they were rubbing their hands helplessly, and then pointed to the large piles of weeds, shrubs and branches they had piled on the edge of the mountain:
"Here, don't waste these, keep them for composting."
"Is it burned?"
Song Tan had this plan.
Plant ash can kill bacteria and insects and is also a good fertilizer. If these things are left here, they will only get in the way and breed various insect eggs and bacteria. It is easier to burn them on fire.
The Zhang Wang family quickly shook their heads: "Don't burn it, don't burn it, it will be a waste if you burn it, I can compost it!"
He finally got to the point and rubbed his hands again:
"I heard that old man Li was looking after your family's rice fields, so I wanted to ask if I could also work for your family."
After speaking, he was afraid that Song Tan would reject him, so he quickly emphasized:
"I make good compost piles. People come to me every year. I have several piles on my land. If you want to use them, I can bring them to you."
"I can also do other farm work, your dad knows that."
