It had been raining heavily all day, and Wu Lei had just pulled out the washed sofa cover from the washing machine——
Don't ask why you do laundry on a rainy day, ask because you are too tired from daily work. When it finally rains, Qiao Qiao Xinjun and Zhang Yanping have arranged their work frantically - scrubbing, mopping, and changing into four-piece suits...
All in all, I didn't have any free time all morning.
Wu Lei felt so sad.
"We already live in a villa, and we still have to do the housework by ourselves. What kind of villa do we live in..."
It happened that Xin Jun passed by with a brand new bed sheet in his arms, and couldn't help but wonder: "But this villa doesn't belong to us, aren't we staying here for free?"
"Oh," he reacted again: "I seriously provide food, accommodation and treatment."
Wu Lei:......
He, he is also related to Tan Tan!
Downstairs, the seventh cousin stood on the porch and looked at the pattering rain. He found a place in the yard and said, "It just so happens that we can save some effort when it rains. Then this area will be easy to wash."
"What are you cleaning?" Song Tan looked at it curiously.
On a rainy day, except for my grandpa who insisted on going to his place early in the morning to study weaving straw mats, everyone else was idle. It was a rare and good opportunity to relax.
Song Tan wanted to see if he could turn spiritual energy into water now, so he came out and tinkered for a long time. When he turned around, he saw the seventh cousin saying this.
The seventh cousin glanced at her: "Have you forgotten that there are sorghum grown in the two fields next to each other under the peach grove?"
"It's already July. I went over last night to see if it was ripe, but it rained and I didn't have time to harvest it."
"ah!"
Song Tan really forgot - after all, sorghum, like corn, is not grown much, and Qiao Qiao planted it wholeheartedly.
“If you don’t harvest it when it’s already ripe, it will get soaked if it rains!”
For example, rice, if it rains during harvest, not only cannot it be dried, but it will even sprout again directly on the stems...
But the seventh cousin shook his head: "Have you heard the saying [Sorghum is not afraid of water when carrying a gun]? This thing is not afraid of water or drought, don't worry."
"I was thinking that no one eats sorghum now, so I'll make wine from all the harvested crops."
Alas, after working at Song Tan's house for a few months, I only had a few drinks when guests came over, and life has lost its fun.
"Ah?" Song Tan was a little hesitant: "Won't you try some whole grains?" It is said to be high in nutrients and sweet in taste, but she has not eaten it yet.
It happened that Song Sancheng came out to smoke a cigarette and was shocked when he heard these words:
"What?! Eat sorghum? If you don't want to eat it, don't eat it!"
He hated it deeply: "It's bitter, astringent, hard to swallow, and it irritates the throat... Isn't our rice bad? Do you have to eat that?"
Song Tan:???It tastes so bad?
"Forget it!" She shook her head decisively: "Let's all make wine!"
Speaking of wine, although Song Sancheng is not an alcoholic, he does drink occasionally.
At this time, I got together with my seventh cousin in excitement: "What kind of wine is this? Is it sauce-flavored or strong? I can't get used to drinking sauce-flavored wine."
The seventh cousin was also happy: "There is plenty of sorghum anyway, let's make it all!"
It's just more troublesome.
He asked again: "Do you still have the rice husks that were removed from the rice?"
"Yes, I have!"
Song Sancheng pointed to the warehouse: "There's a bunch of them."
The straw was piled into a haystack on the back hill, and the rice husk was intended to be fed to the chickens and ducks, so it was packed in sacks.
"That's okay." The seventh cousin thought for a while:
"Tan Tan, then you will have to buy a big steamer, a still, and jars and bottles for wine."
Otherwise, it would be too troublesome to steam it with the big iron pot at home.
Song Tan quickly took out his cell phone: "How big will it be?"
Ah this.
My seventh cousin hasn’t made wine for several years.
Now that he mentioned it at first glance, although he was confident that he had not lost his skills, it was hard to say——
Therefore, he conservatively said: "The steamer doesn't need to be too big, just fifty kilograms. I estimate that your two points of land can produce two to three hundred kilograms of sorghum, which can produce almost a hundred kilograms of wine - you can prepare according to this
Bar."
One hundred pounds of wine?
Song Tan couldn't help but think about it: "If you sell this, how much will it cost per bottle?"
She doesn’t know much about the liquor market yet.
The seventh cousin couldn't help but be speechless - the sorghum hasn't been harvested yet!
He could only snort: "We won't know the taste until at least a month later. It's too early for you to worry about the price. You might as well think about what the soybeans from the chestnut garden will be used for."
When the sorghum is harvested, soybeans will be next.
Speaking of soybeans, Song Tan is really looking forward to it:
She stared at the phone, her eyes gradually becoming crazy:
"Do I have to buy another millstone..."
Seventh Cousin:......
You really can't think of the three major hardships in life: running a boat, blacksmithing, and selling tofu.
but……
"Show me a small millstone, the size of a palm. I will grind some seasoning particles. The ready-made ones I bought are either too fine or too coarse, and the grinder I use at home is not good enough."
Song Tan nodded. At this moment, she finally felt that her six months of hard work had been in vain - if nothing else, she had more and more food at home!
When the big stone mill comes back, tie Brother Wu Lei to the mill and let him take the time to turn it around twice...
Cough cough cough.
No, they are relatives after all, and Brother Wu Lei's little strength is just a waste of her soybeans.
Anyway, I have to find something to grind it with!
She thought about it and gradually turned her attention to the mountain behind——
At this time, Song Sancheng, who had finished smoking a cigarette quietly, looked at the vast rain curtain and suddenly asked:
"After this rain, there is no need to drain the water in the rice fields anymore - Tantan, how are the seedlings looking like now? Can they be planted? This month we are harvesting sorghum again, and we also have to harvest soybeans. I guess your peach
It’s almost done, we still have to plant rice here—I guess there aren’t even enough people in the village.”
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Song Tan was stunned: "How many people are there to help plant peach trees on the mountain in spring?"
Song Sancheng waved his hand: "In previous years, in July, August, and September, they went out to work a lot, so they had to be prepared."
During this time of year, if you go to an electronics factory, a toy factory, or a shoe factory in the south, you can earn five or six thousand a month if you find someone who works overtime.
But if you are older, you will have to work harder and earn less, but you can still earn three to four thousand yuan.
If you work until you come back during the Chinese New Year, not to mention anything else, it will be enough for next year’s rice, flour, grains, oils, favors and gifts... it’s always enough, right?
Although it's good to stay in your hometown and work, the work here in Song Tan is not safe even if it lasts a day.
Song Tan:......
Here are the hundreds of acres of hills she has newly acquired!
Keep people, we must keep people this time!
Of course, not only do we have to keep this group of middle-aged and elderly people around, but for this year’s Chinese New Year, we really have to do what Party Secretary Xiao Zhu said and try our best to recruit some young people for our hometown!
