Wang Lifen also earned one or two thousand from picking tea leaves in March. Although the speed is a bit slow, the quality is not bad!
You cannot hear such words nowadays!
Now I quickly asked: "Am I old at my age?"
Mao Li was stuck again.
She calculated the old lady's age in her mind: You are already seventy or eighty, so you are not considered old?
Wulan didn't expect that these words meant something, that she was giving orders to the old lady at home - after all, it's not a hard job for everyone to eat together and help choose dishes!
Instead, he responded with a smile: "I'm not old, I'm really not old. This year, you and my dad are both in good health. It's very good!"
No, the spiritual energy is scattered in the food and tea in front of and behind the house. It is subtle, not to mention curing the disease, but the spirit is still stable.
Wang Lifen thought about it and became more and more convinced of the old saying: "Sure enough, we are poor. The more we have work to do, the more energetic we will be."
Wulan smiled at Mao Li again: "Sister-in-law, there were originally a lot of people at noon today, so I was thinking of booking a table at the family cafeteria in the village. That restaurant has good craftsmanship and also cooks in the ground pot. Our mother insisted on it."
After hearing this, the aunt answered decisively: "That's not possible. We have vegetables everywhere, so why should we spend money to eat other people's food? It's so expensive!"
Without hesitation, he sat down in front of a pot of milkvetch and started picking it up, and said: "Where's Tantan? You didn't say how much it cost when you gave me this dish last time. You said this kid has some good stuff left to sell for money."
Yeah, why are you giving it to us? My family can’t eat anything.”
Then I looked at the large bundle in the pot in front of me, mostly milkvetch with pink flowers, and I couldn't help but feel more regretful: "These are all old now."
Ulan laughed: "Tan Tan came back and said that you took his aunt to buy ducks, which was dozens of dollars cheaper."
"Besides, you are one of your own family, so only good things should be kept."
Then he looked at the milkvetch on hand: "It was because I was short of money this year that I thought of going to sell it and try it. Who knew it tasted really good, but now that the flowers have bloomed, I can't eat them. There is only so much left. I might as well eat it at noon."
Fire it up."
Why are there so few left?
Mao Li also quickly laughed:
"I'm telling you, why did you send milk vetch there so quickly? I didn't know until I went to the vegetable market later that this thing is so expensive. Look at me..."
She looked ashamed: "I thought it was two yuan a pound, so I went and bought one for ten yuan. This kid, Tantan, was so angry that she didn't want to sell it."
Song Tan didn't mention this at all when he came back, and this was the first time Wulan heard about it.
At this moment, listening to this tone of voice, I felt angry, thinking that it costs twenty yuan a pound of vegetables, and you want to buy five pounds of vegetables for ten yuan. What are you dreaming about?
My own relatives can’t settle accounts like this!
Giving away is giving away, buying is buying, these are two different things.
But before she could say anything, she saw Song Sancheng walking back with Uncle Song and his eldest uncle with a smile, then turned around and walked into the house, carrying another pocket of yellow paper:
"Let's go, let's go visit the grave first."
Uncle Song looked around the yard: "Where is our dad?"
Speaking of this, it was hard for Song Sancheng not to show off, so he raised his chin reservedly: "Where is the back mountain? Tan Tan wants to plant fruit trees there, and our dad is watching over there now."
Uncle Song was shocked: "Planting fruit trees?"
"That's not a joke. She's a girl, so you just let her do what she wants? If you lose money by then, it won't be a small amount."
"Besides..." He glanced at the mountain behind: "Didn't you see any movement above you?"
His family members always considered what they said. Song Sancheng didn't think too much about what he said about losing money. He just added proudly:
"As soon as Tantan came back, the village party secretary said that she was some kind of college student who had returned to her hometown to start a business, and begged us to take over the back hill area."
"No, we have been given subsidies and arrangements, and now we are planting fruit trees on that barren mountain. We will dig holes today, and I think the saplings will be transported soon by the afternoon."
Thanks to the help of the excavator guy, the work was originally scheduled to take five to seven days, but it was almost completed in less than four days.
Now use the big digging bucket to dig a hole, dig it accurately, and then the rest of the people can repair it and wait for the trees to be planted.
Oops, this young man Yan Ping found is so honest!
However, he went to the city to pick up fruit seedlings in the morning, so he was nowhere to be seen now.
Having said this, Song Sancheng was still a little worried: "This tree is a few days late. I don't know if it will have any impact on the harvest."
Ulan couldn't see how embarrassed he was, so he quickly interrupted:
"You go and burn it quickly. It will be noon if you don't burn it. By the way, tell the tillers not to leave today and stay for a meal."
The people who farmed the land demanded a lot of money, but when they said they wouldn't include rice, they really didn't eat it.
There are also relatives in the village here, and I always go to their houses to hang out.
The land is almost finished today, so it would be inappropriate to leave no one behind for a meal.
Song Sancheng looked at the time and saw that it was really late, so he quickly took his uncle and uncle to the back mountain.
When it comes to visiting graves, the local rules are mostly for men. Auntie and Mao Li can go if they want to, and if they don't want to go, they can pull them down.
However, Mao Li and Sun Yanyan were thinking about more and better things in the fields, while the aunt was looking at the dishes that ten or twenty people had to prepare, and she was busy helping to prepare them, so she couldn't spare any time.
At this moment, Song Tan drove back with Qiao Qiao.
The car was also parked at the entrance of the courtyard, and there was a faint smell. She connected a water pipe from the faucet outside and was rinsing it at the moment.
Seeing this, Wulan couldn't help but wonder:
"Didn't you mean to drive to the back hill for a walk? What's wrong with this? It smells like that."
Song Tan laughed: "My dad was right. My uncle Zhang went to the back mountain early this morning to help. He picked up all the broken branches and leaves."
"Then he piled it up next to the orchard and asked me to take it to our back mountain to meet the king - he will take away the manure from the pig pen, chickens and ducks, and make a piece of compost."
Speaking of this, Song Tan really felt that the salary of two thousand yuan was very worthwhile.
Because although Zhang Wang's family is slightly lame, they can work quickly and have great strength. Even though they are dull and silent, their brains are very advanced.
This morning, Song Tan watched him mix pig manure, chicken manure, duck manure, grass and mud, etc. according to experience, and then pile them up in piles, and took out a bag of farmyard manure fermentation bacteria from the basket.
Falling over...
Song Tan was really surprised.
If the people in the village know how to use chemical fertilizers and urea to spray pesticides, then she 100% admits it, but this kind of fermentation bacteria is a variety of beneficial fungi, and the range of various strains is very wide. She doesn't know about other villages, but the people in the village definitely