Aunt Wang looked forward to it: "When your family grows the fungus in the spring, doesn't it give two sticks to a few elderly people in the village?"
"As for Mrs. Chen from Back Bay, the rice cooker at home broke down that day and your uncle went to check it out. Before leaving, she packed a bowl... Oh! It's really good! It's much better than the cold fungus we had when we went to the banquet."
Song Tan thought to herself: Of course, in order for these hemp chestnut trees to make the fungus grow better, she used her little spiritual energy in them at the beginning.
Even if the strains are ordered and the sticks are later divided up and raised by each family, the quality of the sticks that are naturally raised is slightly better than those that are purchased centrally in restaurants. Not to mention the premise of aura!
I don’t know how much better the taste is, but it’s normal for people to notice the difference.
After saying these polite words, Aunt Wang looked obviously much more affectionate:
"At that time, I was thinking, you students from serious universities do have a knack for farming. Otherwise, you wouldn't be able to do so lavishly, right?"
"Later, when you started planting vegetables, didn't someone in the village ask you for some vegetable seedlings? My family also wanted to go, but it was too early to plant at that time, so I didn't have the nerve to ask..."
"That time I went to the nearby field to see what others had replaced. Sure enough, the vegetable seedlings your family gave me grew better!"
"Tantan, if your mother asked me this, my aunt would be so shameless as to say yes. Leave more - I think your family didn't plant any bitter melons this year. The bitter melons in my field are quite good this year. I'll pick some for you tonight."
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Song Tan:......
After blanching the bitter melon, the bitterness is reduced and it is quite delicious, but the problem is that everyone in the family is very picky...
She could only refuse politely: "No, Aunt Wang, there's no need for the seeds. Besides, my family doesn't like to eat bitter melons..."
After declining the bitter melon, Japanese melon and zucchini one after another, Song Tan returned home and heard Professor Song sighing to Wu Lan:
"The climate is too hot this year. Otherwise, we can actually plant some heat-resistant ones this season..."
If we can't plan the mountain for a while, it's not impossible for the excavator to open part of it first.
you do not say!
Speaking of this, Wulan vomited bitterly: "Oh my god, even if the vegetable fields at the door were not planted in previous years, the grass on them would still be green and lush, and there would never be a shortage of water."
"It's been a good year this year. The planting has started, and the sun is so bright that all the water has dried up. If the pond next to the bamboo forest hadn't been able to release some water along the ditch, the high temperature would have definitely affected the harvest.
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Just like that, the green vegetables in the garden are now completely dead. Only peppers, cowpeas, and eggplants can barely survive, and the output is still much less than in the first summer.
This is especially true for cucumbers. Young cucumbers are getting sparse day by day, but the old cucumbers that remain are becoming thicker and more golden.
If this continues, vegetable vendor Lao Zhao will no longer be able to supply the food.
"fine."
Professor Song calculated the time: "It's hot in July, so it's time to slowly make a plan and make some repairs on the mountain."
It's not that everyone intends to slow down the pace. In fact, in this weather, we can only work for a few hours a day, and we don't dare to work more.
"In August, I will ask someone to bring some seeds and seedlings. Let's build a pergola and cultivate the seeds first."
It's just right to wait until autumn when the temperature difference is big before planting.
"No rush, no rush."
Wulan is very free and easy now.
Although the family made a lot of money in the first half of the year - of course it has all been spent now, they also tightened their grip and did not relax.
It's just a hot day, so I can't do any work, so I give myself a chance to cultivate myself.
That's right... As soon as I get some free time, I'm still a little bit unsatisfied.
Song Tan was listening and couldn't help but make a suggestion: "Mom, I'm free now anyway, why don't you and my dad go on a trip? I'll sign up a group for you."
Choose a leisurely trip, with a suitable temperature, a comfortable place, not so rushed, and also allow the couple to experience the customs and customs of other places.
In the past, Wu Lan would not have heard of the topic of travel, but now, she actually dared to think about it.
But she turned around and looked at the blazing sun outside. She didn't even have the courage to lift her feet: "Forget it, it's hard to go out on this day. Aren't you still waiting to build a house on the mountain? I'll ask about the village in advance.
No one has time."
Who in the village has time? How many young adults are there in the village? Then don’t we have to leave it to the engineering team?
Song Tan couldn't laugh or cry: "Mom, this is not the right time to build a house."
But it’s not like there’s nothing else to do right now——
"Otherwise, you ask again, aren't the tea leaves on the mountain almost finished? Find two people to carry them into the car, and I will take them to the yard. Then ask someone to pick off all the old leaves and dry them in the sun."
"Look, look!" Ulan immediately became energetic when there was work to do: "Is it okay if I just say I'm not at home? There are so many things to do one by one! I'm counting on you. You know each other in the village.
How many are there?”
He touched the phone and went out: "Just in time, ask them to come and pay the last wages."
At the same time, he was very happy: "I didn't expect that half of my body was buried in the ground, but I still took care of the elderly in the village..."
Song Sancheng paused while picking the water chestnuts, and for some reason, he let out a long, long breath.
Professor Song listened and understood, and nodded solemnly at this moment: "When your family develops well, there will be more things like this that will drive things in the village."
"And we can do more and better."
Wu Lan waved his hand and returned to his usual cheerful appearance:
"I don't think so. If you can help us, we won't force you if you can't. Otherwise, all the burdens will fall on you. I don't owe them anything. The children will be under a lot of pressure."
Just as she was talking, the phone was connected. The old man opposite was often deaf, so she quickly went out to speak in a loud voice.
"I don't quite understand..." Yan Ran asked in a low voice in the room:
"Teacher, didn't their family hire people to do the work? Why do you still say that they are taking care of the elderly? Does this mean that you are taking care of the elderly?"
Professor Song put away the smile on his face and looked calmly: "Yan Ran, the elderly in the village do not have retirement wages, and not everyone can qualify for the subsistence allowance."
"At their age, they can still do some work, so their children won't be waiting around."
"But if you can't adapt to smart products, you are already past the age where you can work part-time. Even the sanitation department won't want such older workers."
"Even if the superiors can provide subsidies, care for the elderly, and pay condolences during holidays, this is already the best."
"Then you said, at this time, there is a job right at home. The work is easy, and people in their seventies can do it. We are all familiar with the same age, and the wages are paid immediately... Is this a good life?"
"This is the greatest hope for them in life."
"But..." Yan Ran was curious: "Then their family also hires people to work. You pay me to work. Why do I feel that Aunt Wulan is quite proud?"