Cut the green leeks into sections and put them in the pot. Cut the green scallions into sections, leaving only the white scallions and cut them into pieces.
"Pah! Pah! Pah!"
The knife was slapped three times on the cutting board, and the white garlic cloves and the tender yellow ginger were smashed into pieces. The seventh cousin held the large kitchen knife and quickly followed it with a few more cuts, cutting them all into fine pieces.
Wait until the oil in the pan is hot——
"Stab it!"
The shrimps are put directly into the pot without pinching off the heads and tails, and then quickly turn into a fragrant orange-red color. Just stir-fry them twice, and the whole pot of shrimps will have changed color.
Take it out, wash the pan and heat the oil, then add the minced onion, ginger and garlic and stir-fry until fragrant. Cut off the leeks, add a few green onion segments, sprinkle some salt, and add a little bit of sugar to enhance the flavor...
"Suck!"
Lao Zhao stood at the door of the kitchen and refused to leave!
"Let me eat a bowl! Eat a bowl and then leave! I will eat a bowl!"
"It can't be done! It can't be done! The customer has urged me many times. If I go back later, the fish will be unable to hold on. Hurry up -"
"You go back first, I'll wait for the next trip... Nephew, it smells so good here, do you have no nose? Why can you say such cold words!"
The eldest nephew said to himself that Aunt Wulan said that I worked hard and filled a large bowl alone...
Ahem, of course, Lao Zhao cannot know this.
He then pressed his hand hard: "Let's go, there is no next car, this is the last car! Besides, you haven't had enough water chestnut yet?"
Others were working in the pond, and the eldest nephew kept humming and chirping. Only Lao Zhao fished for water chestnut vines by the water, looked at one and touched a few, touched a few and ate a few. In the whole morning, he ate water chestnut rice.
Your mouth will turn white when you eat it!
That's all, why do you have the nerve to stay at noon?
Lao Zhao’s belly is round!
Even though he was dragging and dragging, the young man had a lot of muscles and forcefully placed Lao Zhao in the passenger seat.
When the car started, Ulan also breathed a sigh of relief:
"Old Zhao, if he really wants to stay, we won't care about his job. Isn't it the same as if he was separated or died?"
Song Tan just came back from the mountain carrying a basket of watermelons, and he was happy when he heard this: "He looks like that, he is totally different from my eldest niece!"
Speaking of Zhao Fangyuan——
"She said that my grandpa's house is simple and the drawings are ready. Let's take a look at the options. The construction team said that construction can start at the end of September."
"The factory building on the mountain is waiting for us to look at it. She will come over and lay the foundation first. It is also September, and it will be almost ready."
Ouch, isn’t that just right?
The fish is gone, the vegetables are gone, and the watermelons are gone.
The pigs haven't grown up yet, but the chickens and ducks are laying eggs, but it's just enough for home consumption and storage.
Then the corn in the field can be harvested, but it only takes one or two acres of land in one morning.
There are also some mung beans and sesame seeds, and it’s not too late to harvest them in October.
This chestnut will definitely be ripe by the end of September, but when the house is built then, they won’t need to do anything, it won’t affect it!
Wu Lan calculated the time: it was now the end of July and the weather was hot, and it would be unbearable to work in the open air in the dog days of next month.
Wait until September, although the temperature will still be over 30 degrees Celsius, but the temperature difference between day and night will come, and autumn will arrive. After building the house by then, it will not affect their farming...
"Okay, okay! After eating, I will show the paintings to your father and the others. After all, I think they can live together for another ten or twenty years, so they have to choose carefully."
After all, the old couple are hard-working and in good health. They are usually very healthy, but this year they are even more energetic.
When Ulan thought so, it was really not an exaggeration.
Moreover, Zhao Fangyuan always produces renderings and construction drawings.
They may not be able to understand the construction drawings, but the renderings were made on a computer, with red walls and green tiles. Not to mention how beautiful they are. When the time comes, the old couple will look at them and dream about their new house. It’s absolutely right!
And now, their family is entertaining the folks at noon!
…
In fact, there were not many guests, just Zhou Maozhu and three villagers who helped with fishing. They were all about the same age as Song Sancheng. They were in poor health and could not go out to work in the factory for long periods of time.
Otherwise, at their age, if they go out to work as small laborers, they can always earn one, two, or three hundred a day——
"As I get older, the bosses don't want me! There is less construction work now."
"Yes, and go outside to talk to the boss. The boss of a big project has his own team. For a small one, he delays wages..."
Song Sancheng paused while pouring tea: "Didn't I hear that now that migrant workers work, their bosses have to pay a sum of money to the government for fear of delaying wages?"
"That's a big project!"
Song Tan, a fellow villager, called Uncle Chen and held out five fingers: "I did it the year before last. I ran all the way to the plateau! It felt like the world was spinning even when I exerted myself."
"The boss brought hundreds of people, but after the work was done, they didn't give us any wages, and we didn't get any wages either. We had to wait in sub-zero temperatures every day, and it was so remote that we couldn't even buy instant noodles..."
"Finally, I asked the government over there to pay my salary - well, actually the boss is also unlucky. His boss doesn't give him any money, so he has to endure it."
"But there is no solution, we can't stand it any longer. Besides, the salary for such a big job is not high, less than 8,000 yuan a month..."
Song Sancheng sighed when he heard this: "Fortunately, I finally got the money - come, come, drink tea, and let you try my tea!"
The hot tea had just been brewed. Everyone was immersed in the slightest worry. No one moved. They just sighed: "With all this trouble, it will be difficult to find a job in the past two years."
Song Sancheng moved his mouth and wanted to say that according to Tantan's plan, many people would have to work in the second half of the year.
But in the end he didn't say anything, he just picked up the teacup again:
"Thank you for helping me these past two days. Come on, come and try my tea!"
With this reminder, everyone can smell this fragrance!
Song Sancheng treats guests sincerely and brings good tea. None of you have a tea garden of several acres, so you know a lot about tea, especially local tea!
"Good boy! Thirty percent! Your tea seems to have been cultivated at a great cost. It smells so good!"
"Are you really investing millions? Is this Tantan's idea? Why is this kid so promising?"
Turns out I thought he was bragging!
There has been no big move in the tea plantation, so why did they invest millions? Who are their families? Who doesn’t know each other in the village? Where did the millions come from?
It is estimated that the investment in Yutang Taoyuan is more than ten or two hundred thousand yuan!
But now smell this fragrance——
"Old Song, is your investment of millions a bank loan? Is the interest rate particularly high?"
"You have such a large loan, can't we give you the low agricultural interest rate?"
"Then I guess the interest will be quite high. My son bought that house with a loan of 300,000 yuan, and the interest in 30 years will be 310,000 yuan!"
"Thirty percent. We are our own people and can drink tea leaves. You should hurry up and sell such good tea. We don't care about this."
"That's right! But you are lucky! Look at Tantan, she is capable of taking out such a big loan, so there is a lot of potential!"
Song Sancheng, who was holding the teacup in bewilderment:...I haven't said a word yet!
