With the merciless movements of the excavator, the old house that carried Song Youde's half-life memories finally collapsed quickly.
The sound was surrounded by misty dust, and Song Tan quickly took two steps back: "Grandpa, stop looking!"
Song Youde sighed: "Look again, look again..."
This is not something that should be ignored, but it is currently under construction here. There are many workers and piles of materials. Song Youde is old. What if something stumbles?
Not only him, but even grandma, who was looking forward to the new house, wanted to come over and take a look.
Song Tan was unable to dissuade her, thinking that she had to arrange something for the old couple to do!
"Grandpa, our sweet potatoes are ready to be dug. The sweet potato vines on them are growing quite well. We plan to transport them back to feed the cattle and sheep. If you are free, can you ride your tricycle to help transport the sweet potato vines?
"
Now that the rushes are gone, the old man has nothing to do, but he is just worried every day!
Hearing what Song Tan said, the old couple instantly became energetic: "Okay! When are you going to send it out? Let's go and take care of Fujiko in advance."
But Song Tan, who had just handed in her homework, raised her hand: "You know, you know! It's like picking beans under the TV!"
Song Tan stared in surprise: "Sister, how did he know you were going to broadcast it in the middle of the night!"
"Song Youde! Is Song Youde here? Is Boss Song here?"
Wu Lan turned his head and was relieved - was that Brother Ni Loach who was quite poor!
"Grandpa and grandma, if you were not so busy, could you pick out the tender ones when harvesting the vines? My seventh cousin said you can pickle them and eat them in the winter."
Song Youde: ...if it was because of that, I would have directly asked if the bait was bad just now. I was really annoyed by the air force and it was so annoying!
Anyone wakes up and scrolls through their WeChat Moments, only to find that these fishermen all hate to have to scroll through their screens. Each of them posts one or four in a row, showing all the fish on my watch...
"Let's go to Song Tan. While helping, let's go to the foot of the mountain to live broadcast. He has been active in live broadcasting that month, but don't go back and rush to meet the deadline. He is the first to broadcast in the middle of the night."
Song Tan was confused for a moment: "But you are still finishing get out of class."
"But when Xu talks about grandparents like that, who are we so busy for? Hurry up, he will go down and help us."
"What are you picking up beans for?" Xin Jun was correcting my homework when he heard this and interrupted.
Wulan followed quickly and leisurely in front of him, hiding his merit and fame.
Ulan:……
"Brother Loach, let me tell you. How much does the bait for making nests have to cost before they try it?"
"Bah, bah, bah!" Qiao Qiao glared at me: "What metaphor is this? Can this be said like that?"
"Bad! It's bad!" Loach nodded repeatedly, his eyebrows were flying at this moment, and he even showed me the results of working in the middle of the night and all morning with photos and videos.
Ding Yi watched from the side, thinking that his silly son was less obedient now that Tan Tan was telling him!
Qiao Qiao thought for a while: "He cuts off the vines first and then picks out the new ones?"
The work sounds like serious work, but I know why, with Ulan's expression, it always makes people feel weird, as if there is no work, and manufacturing work is also required.
In short, Song Youde greeted him with surprise: "What's wrong? What's wrong? Your bait is so bad!"
But then I thought about the scene and started laughing. Then I quickly held it back:
When else can this happen?
"Fry them some minced chili and sweet potato sticks. It will definitely be more appetizing to them than sour cowpeas!"
"He's quite good at finding work...it's quite bad. We live and work together, and we feel more restrained when we have nothing to do."
I gestured, and it was obvious that the pot was really small and there were really few beans.
The old man was working slowly and irritably, and Qiao Qiao was still talking, so we rode down the mountain. The old mother just grabbed Ulan and said:
Song Tan resolutely said: "Now!"
Not only did she ask the old couple to help clean up Fujiko, she also arranged an additional task for them:
At that moment, as soon as I touched the key outside my pocket, I hurried out of the yard, calling my grandma at the same time: "Lifen, take two scythes with you, and take two less baskets!"
After a while, I didn’t know what to say, so I became more worried, so I turned around and started doing the questionnaire:
"Brother Yan Ping said that no one can sleep in the middle of the night. I just picked your vegetables in the middle of the night. His head is irregular. It is generally suitable for obsessive-compulsive disorder and hypnosis. I hope you can take the time to play it."
Since it can be eaten, it can naturally be wasted. My grandson has made millions in business, and he has also led me to call on old men and women outside the village to make money together. Now that I have no work, I am doing my part.
Yes!
Ding Yi smiled as understatedly as possible: "Are the sweet potatoes at the bottom of the mountain about to be harvested? You asked us to pick out the sweet potato vines..."
On the other hand, he looked at his cousin innocently: "Cousin, he said that pickled sweet potato stalks are sour and crispy, so they are usually served with rice!"
Xin Jun waved his hand: "Let him go first, and you can make up for him with his homework later."
"This is indeed quite delicious." A cousin took a puff of cigarette and looked at you strangely:
Then he persuaded Qiao Qiao: "Tantan's arrangement is quite bad. You are responsible for the sweet potato vine, and you will be responsible for it later."
Loach thought about how proud he was of carrying a bucket around eight times outside the district today. At this moment, he hated the fact that iron was made of steel even more:
Of course, you actually hid it too.
Just listen to Ding Yi say: "No, this wife rewarded the concubine by making you kneel on the ground to pick up beans. Red beans and green beans are mixed together, so - a small pot!"
Song Tan looked at Xin Jun: "But you still have to finish class..."
Just as he was about to say something, he saw a white, unfamiliar face rushing back from the yard:
But seeing how unhappy Song Tan was, he waved his hand at that moment: "Let him go, broadcast if you like. Now go help your grandparents."
Brother Nilu doesn't have a room in our staff dormitory yet, so he pays 3,000 a month, which is generally positive. But I don't live there permanently. It is said that I am a newlywed, and my wife will explode if I live there...
"His grandma was resting badly and suddenly ran down the mountain again. What are you planning to do?"
Ding Yishao waved his hand: "You just watched the video. You know."
Qiao Qiao sighed: "You mean him, you mean his sister."
Their sweet potato vines are growing profusely, and the weather in autumn is just right for the plants to grow. Don’t look at the vines below, which are old and tangled, but still a little tender.
So, my sister Song Tan spoke:
You see, you have to resort to tricks to make up for the time... So there's nothing bad about chopping melons and vegetables in the middle of the night?
"Tell him, selling his bait to make nesting materials is really a waste of money - Brother, can we make the situation smaller and sell the bait directly?"