It has been two days since I came to Lao Song's house. I gave him a separate area in the pig pen in the back mountain to let him get used to it. I also isolated him for observation.
Without its Dabao father and its grandparents, Xiangxiang no longer has apples, bananas, pears and other fruits, nor the carefully prepared pig rice every day.
All he got was a mixture of wheat bran and rice bran that was exactly the same as other pigs.
The miscellaneous ingredients may be vegetable leaves, cabbage seeds, or cabbage heads.
but……
Its pigs have never tasted such delicious food, so brag!
Xiangxiang wore her own red flower jacket and instantly adapted to the life of sleeping on a pile of straw.
If I have any shortcomings... it's probably that I can no longer be led by my grandparents for a walk in the fragrant market.
But this mountain is quite fun. If you wander around, you can find some dried acorn kernels next to the pig pen, which is also very interesting.
Xiangxiang looked at her simple cement trough. What she was thinking about now was not the beautiful carved white porcelain basin at home, but——
Why hasn’t the meal come yet?
…
Everyone was busy on the mountain. The seventh cousin was doing the part-time job of feeding the pigs. He put down the pig food bucket and stared at Xiangxiang's dirty red coat. He couldn't help but mutter:
"Is it time to take off these clothes?"
This foreign pig looks fancy and wears fancy clothes.
He took it over and separated it from the pig pen. In the past two days, the big white pigs in the house didn't look at it seriously. They clearly disliked this bloodline. The wild boars didn't pay attention to it either.
Can it still work like this?
If we don't give birth to ten or eight piglets next year, our family will have to eat more meat, and our life will be miserable.
Just as I was thinking about it, I saw Zhang Yanping riding an electric bike down the mountain.
The seventh cousin asked: "Yan Ping, why don't we take off this pig's coat? It's been wearing it in the pig pen all the time, digging into the mud, the ground, and the dead branches and leaves.
Mi Tai."
Zhang Yanping thought about it, but the seventh cousin was old, and he didn't feel comfortable letting an old man undress the pigs, so he stepped into the pig pen:
"I'll do it. I heard that Xiangxiang is in good health and isn't afraid of the cold. She shouldn't catch a cold."
"No." The seventh cousin nodded confidently: "Didn't Yanran and the others check and say everything is fine? They have been quarantined for two or three days, and they are still domesticated. What danger can there be?"
"If you ask me, I can put them in a pen as soon as they take off their clothes."
You have to hurry up when giving birth to piglets!
Zhang Yanping thinks about it too.
"Okay, you have to get used to it."
As he spoke, he opened the door and entered the pigsty, carefully coaxing Xiangxiang to take off her clothes.
The seventh cousin looked at Xiangxiang, a big man weighing 600 pounds, and couldn't help but click his tongue and shake his head.
"Now that people are free, they really dare to support anything!"
Fortunately, the 600-pound pig can be moved around in their yard.
Looking at the time again, it was almost time to prepare lunch, so I said hello and went back by myself.
…
At this moment, his bad apprentice Chef Bai Yanbai also got off the car at the entrance of the village and was looking at each other with the driver.
"It takes more than an hour to get here from the high-speed rail station. If you ask me for 400, aren't you robbing people?"
The driver was not happy either.
If you rip people off, how can a taxi driver not rip off people?
Can you blame me for not making a counteroffer yourself?
He then said loudly:
"Why do you say that? If you didn't agree, you would have bargained with me at the beginning! When you agreed, you were very generous. I thought you were not short of money. Now that you are here, you want to cheat, right?"
"Ouch!" The driver dealt with different passengers every day, and he couldn't cope with anything. Now he just opened his mouth and said sarcastically:
"You look so old, you can't even afford 400 yuan? You're here to celebrate the New Year... OK, OK, I admit it, I'll give you five yuan."
Chef Bai became furious instantly: "Is it the five yuan I'm short of?"
The driver stared at him with wide eyes: "It's even worse if you only have 395 left! You look a lot older, why can't you pay for the toll?"
"You're not... Why are you here in this village? Looking for relatives and friends? That's fine, just call them and ask them to pay for it. I can wait."
Chef Bai almost fainted from anger.
Can you wait?!
Do you know how much my monthly salary and dividends were before? Is 400 yuan a thing here? If it weren’t for mortgaging his house and investing it in Youran Ecological Base, and all the family burdens weighing on his mind, he would be getting 400 yuan now
Does money follow people's ink marks?!
What's more, my main goal today is to leave a good impression on Master Song, because 400 yuan is nothing to spend here.
He thought for a while, then angrily took out his mobile phone: "Okay, okay, 400 is 400. I don't care if you give me the five yuan."
The driver held up his cell phone, looked at him and muttered, thinking that five yuan is not money, this man really knows how to show off!
Just looking at it...it doesn't look like I'm returning home in fine clothes.
But no matter what, as long as the money is received.
So he closed the car door, his face changed instantly, and he said to Chef Bai enthusiastically:
"I just gave you my mobile phone number on the way. We need a car on the way back. Just call me and I'll come - don't worry, I'll give you a bargain this time."
Chef Bai was furious: "No, you can go."
Seeing the taxi go far away, he reacted slowly -
That...the original Master Song, where does he live now?
Why has this village changed so much?
And it’s really strange, it’s broad daylight, why don’t I see anyone on the road?
Chef Bai started to feel uneasy.
…
At this moment, people all over the village were gathered on the hillside.
The strong laborers left in the village today will plant orange trees.
Compared with the surprisingly large apple trees before, the orange trees are smaller after pruning. Now they are planting them in the holes they dug before, and everyone is chatting:
"When we grow oranges here, don't we always produce thick-skinned oranges? Others with thin skins are not frost-resistant and probably won't survive."
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"It should be okay, right? Didn't Shitoupo sell it for 1 yuan per catty this year? Pick it yourself. If it's delivered to your door, it'll be 2 yuan per catty."
"But Lao Song's radish and cabbage can be sold for sky-high prices, so these oranges must be more than that."
Everyone was talking about it and suddenly regretted: "If I had known, I would have planted one or two trees in front of the door."
Indeed, Song Sancheng and his family hired experts to farm their land, and they were particularly famous old experts.
This kind of seedling is definitely a good choice.
or……
"Let's go back and ask who in the village wants to plant some? See if you can buy some for us?"
The most important thing is that this tree does not take up any space.
Nowadays, the open space in front of and behind every house is carefully cultivated, and the old Song family's vegetable seedlings are planted before they are ready.
It would be too troublesome to plant other fruit trees, but this orange seedling is not big, so it should be okay, right?
Everyone discussed in twos and threes, and then pondered:
"It is said that this year's farming will require a lot of people to pick vegetables, and we also need manpower... Judging from the way their whole family goes to the mountains to pack vegetables, I guess there will be a shortage of people this year... Otherwise, I won't go out to work?"
Someone next to me also agreed: "I don't want to go out. I'm getting older. I'll get in the way when there is an inspection, and I won't be able to get to good places. Last year, I changed three to five factories in one year, and I was just running on the road."
"Hey, you said that the old Song family grows orchards and vegetables, will they do some picking activities like those in the city?"
"If it really exists, I wonder if we can have a farmhouse here."
"That's probably quite disgusting. If someone else eats the food from the Song family, isn't it as delicious as the one we made here?"
"That's not necessarily true," the speaker pondered, "can't everyone take it home? There are only two people busy in the canteen on the mountain at the moment, and there are too many people to deal with."
"I think something is going on. Look at Song Tan, her partner. I heard she can earn tens of millions a year. And her cousin, isn't he planning to open a B&B in the village?"
"If they don't make money, why are they doing this?"
"You can't mess around with it. My craftsmanship can't be used as a farmhouse anyway, so I'll just do some work and make some money."
Everyone was talking, chattering, and everyone had their own thoughts.
Until someone looked at the time:
"Hey! It's 12 o'clock, we have to pack up and go have dinner."
"OK."
After working hard all morning, everyone was a little hungry. Now they quickly took their farm tools and headed to the canteen.
On the other hand, he asked: "You shouldn't need these hoes and shovels this afternoon, right?"
"No need. I heard that the vacant spinach field will be plowed again this afternoon and sprinkled with fertilizer..."
"Okay, I'll take these guys back after dinner, pack them up and go to sleep."
Gotta get some sleep.
Their spinach field hasn't been plowed out much yet, so I specifically asked him to come later.
Everyone carried shovels, hoes and rakes in twos and threes, and walked towards the canteen on the mountain in a lively manner.
…
Even old men and women are working in the village now, so naturally no one can answer Chef Bai's question.
He held his cell phone and kept watching the replay, trying to find the landmark building in the group.
Finally! I saw the little white villa of the old Song family!
After walking for a while, I saw a small store, so I quickly went in and asked:
"Boss, how do I get to this place?"
The person at the canteen was using Douyin. He took the phone and looked at it and said casually:
"Go straight along this road. When you see the bamboo forest, just turn around and go there."
After thinking for a while, she raised her head and looked at him curiously: "Are you delivering saplings or packaging vegetables?"
Chef Bai felt suffocated for a while, and shook his expensive coat at this moment: "No, I'm mainly here to discuss cooperation."
"oh."
The other party looked at him and thought that this person's attitude was much worse than those who came before to discuss cooperation.
"Then it's a bit unfortunate that you're in such a hurry. They're busy right now, so they probably don't have time to talk."
How rare! More than 50,000 kilograms of spinach was sold in one day, and the whole village, young and old, came to buy it.
Now I am afraid that I am not the only one who is unemployed in the village.
Alas, I didn't make much money by guarding this canteen, but I really missed a lot of job opportunities.
Chef Bai became even more depressed when he heard this.
Do you know how the price of vegetables in Changleju has increased now?
The spinach here is obviously a good product, but it sells for 20 yuan a pound, and it comes with free shipping?!
This owner really has no business sense at all.
But yes, after all, he can get along with his former master, who had very old-fashioned ideas before.
If you want to learn how to cook, you can’t do this or that. You need to pay attention to this material, and you also need to pay attention to that material...
Hey, in this fast food era, who cares about that? Just make the food, right?
After thinking for a while, he cheered up again:
While these vegetables haven't been sold yet, he has to go check them out and taste them. If the quality is good, he can charge them all for 20 yuan a pound and save on postage.
No matter how bad it is, I still have a little bit of face left. Once the dishes are placed in front of others, I don’t believe that I can’t make a profit!
Thinking of this, he asked again: "Is there another Chef Song in the village?"
Chef Song?
The boss thought for a long time and finally reacted: "Oh, you mean Song Tan's cousin? Yes, isn't he at his house? What are you doing here? You're asking all kinds of questions, you don't even have a pack of cigarettes.
I am willing to buy it, really..."
Chef Bai didn't feel the impatience. At this moment, he just smiled confidently:
"His son hasn't come back for so many years, has he? It's not easy for an old couple in the village!"
The owner of the canteen glanced at him, rolled his eyes silently, and stopped talking.
——Isn’t not saying anything a default?
Chef Bai also smiled confidently and stepped out again.
…
But the other party was pointing the right way, just keep walking along the main road... It was winter, and he was wearing leather shoes, so the soles of his feet hurt from walking.
Only then did he see the bamboo forest and the small villa with white walls and gray tiles that was vaguely exposed behind the bamboo forest.
Chef Bai is really tired and embarrassed now.
He had been living well for many years and always had a car when he went out. It was a good thing now that he hadn't been back for decades. First, he didn't expect that the village had changed so much and he couldn't find his way around.
Secondly, I didn’t expect that the village that was vaguely small in my memory is now so big when walking.
But this is okay, just let the vicissitudes of life brewing for you fade away a little. Cry twice later, Master. Even if you don’t think you have some face, as long as people are soft-hearted, the relationship will gradually become closer.
?
Chef Bai shook his head and started moving forward with great energy.
The seventh cousin, on the other hand, was sitting there chopping garlic with a knife, when suddenly he felt his eyelids twitching and he couldn't help but froze.
Aunt Lianhua happened to be carrying the dishes. When she saw this, she said curiously: "His cousin, what's wrong with you? Are your eyes filled with garlic?"
"A bit... oh, this garlic is really strong! Tantan will get some more onions and garlic this year. It's really indispensable in daily life."
While he was talking, he slapped the knife flat, and the "snap" sound coincided with a howl outside.
"Master, master! You have suffered a lot these years."
The three people in the kitchen looked at each other.