The gangster's voice was weak and his expression was ferocious.
"Tsk." Xin Jun rolled his eyes: "You guys are so coy, you are still not a man."
"What do you mean you send her messages every day if you don't have any interest in her?"
"How did you know that I sent her a message?!" Zhang Yanping was shocked: "You peeked at my phone!"
Xin Jun sneered, simply took out his mobile phone and played the chat history——
[Guo Dong: Why does Zhang Yanping keep sending me messages? Is he interested in me? 】
[Guo Dong: What’s talking about sales and what’s talking about inventory... I’ve said it’s out of stock a thousand and eight hundred times. If he hadn’t had a girlfriend, I would have thought he wanted to buy medicine! 】
[Guo Dong: Divine gold! Mentally retarded! 】
【Xin Jun:???】
[Guo Dong: Just tell him. If it’s interesting, just say it. If it’s not interesting, don’t post it every day.]
[Xin Jun:???Why are you telling me? Just tell him directly!]
[Guo Dong: I wanted to talk to you to find out more about him, but you don’t seem to know anything, so I guess he is interested in me...]
"Are you embarrassed?" Xin Jun simply didn't look at it: "I think Dr. Guo is staying in the village and has no other options. Otherwise, how could he like you?"
Zhang Yanping's face was red, and there was a hint of beauty in the dark, but her voice was weak: "Then you can't say that...isn't there still you? She doesn't even like you but she likes me... She must be in her heart
Like me too."
Xin Jun:...Gou Dengxi!
As soon as he put away his cell phone, he turned around and left: "Anyone with a love brain should be beheaded!"
Unexpectedly, as soon as he turned around, he saw Song Sancheng pulling out a pair of picks from the warehouse, putting a pole on his shoulders and preparing to walk out. He couldn't help but be stunned for a moment:
"Uncle, what are you going to do?" There isn't much work in winter, right? Do you still need to use this pick?
"Why don't you drive a tricycle if you need transportation?"
"That's not necessary." Song Sancheng raised his finger and pointed to the bamboo forest at the corner ahead: "The winter bamboo shoots are probably all grown by now. I thought you were going home, so I dug some for you to take back."
Xin Jun couldn't help but be a little silent.
How can I put it, my heart is kind, but those things are winter bamboo shoots. Apart from anything else, the weight is decent. Whether it is express delivery or carrying it yourself, it is very difficult...
"Why don't you take it with you..." he said with difficulty.
Song Sancheng was stunned: "What? You don't like to eat it? In fact, we don't like to eat bamboo shoots here. In previous years, no one wanted these. I just saw that the bamboo shoots of that season were selling well in the beginning of spring. How about you?
If you like to eat it, forget it..."
He rambled on, and Xin Jun was also struggling painfully: ...This thing is very heavy, but it is only available in winter! Spring bamboo shoots and winter bamboo shoots have two different flavors.
But it’s really heavy. How do you carry it back?
But this season it should be particularly delicious...
He was caught in all kinds of tangles.
Song Sancheng waited for a while and didn't hear an answer, so he couldn't help but turn his head. However, he saw that the usually polite Teacher Xin had already picked up a hoe and looked at him with a smile:
"Uncle, then I'm not welcome."
Song Sancheng:......
He wanted to say that those of you who have never done farm work don’t have the strength to dig bamboo shoots. But anyway, it’s nothing. Young people want to experience it, so that’s fine.
The two people got into the bamboo forest on the roadside one after the other.
This bamboo forest is quite old, and the quality of the bamboo is quite average. Because it has already taken shape, even if it is nourished by spiritual energy, it is long and thin, not as strong as the bamboo from other places.
But the advantage is that it is dense, and it spreads out right at the corner where the road turns to my house.
Not too big, not too small. From a distance, it looks like a specially built screen wall in the old Song family villa, which plays an excellent blocking role.
But it grew too densely, and Song Sancheng's pick could only be placed outside the bamboo forest. The two men went in with hoes, but they couldn't lift their arms even if they wanted to swing it wildly.
Looking into the forest, the sparse skylight is shining, and you can vaguely see the spherical bird's nests woven into bamboo branches with fine down and grass stems.
Occasionally, bamboo leaves are rolled into tubes, which must contain larvae. In spring and summer, they will become the natural granary for birds.
Looking at the bamboo poles again, they are thin and tall. Apart from making fences, they don't seem to be of much use.
Song Sancheng said while pulling the thick dry bamboo leaves on the ground: "This bamboo grows too fast. In the spring, Tantan dug a lot of bamboo shoots, and in the winter and spring, it still couldn't stop it from growing... Look here.
I have no place to put my head down."
"Next year we will need to cut more, and we will grow more vegetables, so we can build more vegetable shelves..."
He rambled on, but Xin Jun looked at the damp and dark ground and couldn't help but ask: "Uncle, how do you find winter bamboo shoots? I saw someone in the video saying that where there are bamboo shoots, the land will crack into cracks."
Song Sancheng burst out laughing: "I've also seen it online, but that one specializes in winter bamboo shoots. Look how big they are. They're as thick as a thigh!"
"We can't do this. Our winter bamboo shoots are small and about the thickness of an arm, but they're just right. One of them can stir-fry a whole plate of vegetables."
"Furthermore, you said that the cracks are caused by the winter bamboo shoots growing to a certain size, and they will not crack until the spring bamboo shoots appear."
"This...it's only the twelfth lunar month! It's early!"
Xin Jun secretly wrote it down, and then humbly asked for advice:
"Uncle, how do we dig it?"
Song Sancheng:......
How to dig it? They didn’t eat it in the first place!
So he waved his hoe and said, "It's up to you! If you find a place, just dig it out. If it's found, dig it out. If it's not found, just change it."
It's simple and crude, but it seems to be really effective in this overly dense bamboo forest?
Xin Jun found an open space and gently raised the hoe - it was too gentle, the bamboo forest was really too crowded.
Judging from this, even if we don't dig bamboo shoots in winter, I'm afraid they won't be able to grow well in spring! Even if they do grow, they will probably be long and thin and not strong at all.
Song Sancheng was still directing: "Go outside and dig next to the roadside first, otherwise the bamboo will take root very hard and it will easily damage the foundation over time..."
While talking, the two of them each raised their hoes and dug down with all their strength——
"It really does!"
Xin Jun is excited!
Under the turned-up clod of soil, a cluster of tender yellow seedling tips were vaguely exposed in the dark brown dead branches and rotten leaves, indicating the harvest in the earth.
This was the first time he dug bamboo shoots. Xin Jun felt refreshed and he quickly continued his efforts. He carefully avoided that area and started digging from the surrounding area first.
But he never thought that the hoe would lightly hit something. He pried it hard, and saw a cluster of crisp and tender bamboo shoot tips with fur, just pried up.
Xin Jun:......
Song Sancheng:......
He couldn't help but take a deep breath: "Why are there so many? No one is fertilizing the bamboo forest. Did Tantan secretly sprinkle fertilizer again... Hurry, dig!"
