Song Sancheng's car is out of business again, because his family has no time to pick one for him, but is focused on finding someone to buy materials to build a greenhouse.
This was a big project, because no one in the town was doing it, and I had to look for a company in the city. They came to see the actual situation and immediately made suggestions:
"Why don't we choose two acres of land with a small gap in front of our door to build a shed?"
First, it's close to home and easy to take care of.
Secondly, the mountains are all gently sloping, making it difficult to build. Although there is a gradient between fields here, building a greenhouse only requires adjusting the foundation piles, which has little impact.
But just a few of the sparse vegetables in the field at the door can end the life of shivering in the cold wind and dying.
"Pull it out! Plow the fields! Nurture the land! Fill the ditches and ridges again!"
The man who installed the greenhouse went back to finalize the dimensions and make the drawings. The fields here were already busy again. Zhou Maozhu and others who had just had some free time were wondering whether they should pick vegetables and earn a hundred yuan a night, so they came to work again.
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"Don't say that!" He helped to turn over the ground, and he was very happy at this moment: "I can work for two days and have two days off, and I can make money without losing my rest. It tastes really good."
Others said to him: "You want to rest, but I don't want to - have you heard that the road construction team is almost here and they are recruiting workers! It costs 150 a day, I plan to go."
Anyway, the branch secretary just walked down the road holding two pumpkin cakes and heard the young man's question.
You think to yourself: "At least in the middle of seventeen months, the road will be open!"
"There are few areas that require labor in the early stage. They want to work until the Chinese New Year, so that they can have a good time."
"He's stupid! If you're full, you can go home and eat. The road to our village is so close to home!"
"The reason why we choose winter is also the characteristic of the exchange meeting, because the exchange meetings in summer and autumn have already started. If we don't have time for late autumn or winter crops, we can only do it in the next winter. The consideration is not to be as inefficient as possible.
, will affect the development of planting next year..."
"What? One hundred and fifty?"
Ouch! Tasty!
Oh! That makes the boy even more depressed than having no job! The asphalt road is paved, the car drives smoothly to the door of the house, and the children come back dangerously slow during the holidays...
I'm also afraid that the chassis will be damaged if the road gets better!
What should you plant outside your small shed that is both reasonable and outstanding? It’s hard to figure out what to do!
"Building roads, if there is any work that requires a little effort in building roads, now it's all about the road rollers leveling the roadbed."
Everyone became more energetic: "Do you care about the food? What time do you do it in a day? What kind of work do you do?"
"But the one in winter may be less professional and more inclined to develop a certain feature and submit it to the judges for review - for example, a certain company's radish is sweet when eaten raw but spicy, which is also a focus of cultivation."
I wish the Party Secretary imagined it, after all, what you eat every day...
People outside the village are thinking about the future, and Song Tan is also staring at the messy notebook outside his home:
Just this food——
Ouch! What a coincidence! Party Secretary Dazhu was extremely impressed by Zhai Daye, a two-day worker who hides meat and washes vegetables at the foot of the mountain. At this moment, his eyes were shining:
Xin Jun checked the information: "There are no exchange meetings seven times a year. There are many small and large ones in all walks of life. After we got to know each other, we felt that they were very popular. It was the one that Professor Song said, and the standards were relatively low.
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Xin Jun added:
"What your relatives told you," said an outsider in the village, without any bad intentions, "is that the food here is too bad and the people in other villages are making a fuss. That's because they did it."
Da Zhu, the branch secretary, made the final calculation: "The roadbed has been leveled for seventy days. Now our village will also have to level it and stabilize the water. We will pour the concrete once it is dry. When it is dry, we will spread asphalt and asphalt cushion..."
The young man asked the Party Secretary Dazhu: "Do you know who the little chef here is?"
"Having said that, it took a long time to build the road, right?"
You start thinking: "What's wrong with this?"
Of course, what is popular is still popular - who cares about agriculture?
cough.
"That's not clear - ask the branch secretary, you don't have much information."
There is nothing to talk about outside the spring, summer and autumn, it’s all about thinking! But nowadays, there is nothing more than turnips and greens outside the earth. I can always carry two fish and two pig trotters there at the end of the year!
"Why are Professor Song coming back?"
ah?
"Who is it?" Party Secretary Da Zhu took a bite of the pumpkin pie. It wasn't cold, but it didn't matter, it tasted just as bad.
Fan Weishu was silent for a while, then suddenly hummed again: "Your family is also in bad shape now."
I hummed: "Anyway, you are going to build the road, so you can go and do the old Song family's work - we have to build a small shed and prepare the land for sowing, which is quite busy."
"There hasn't been any exchange meeting, so why does it have to be in winter? Is spring, summer and autumn okay?"
After all, if the crops are delayed, it may be delayed for a year!
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"why is it you again?"
While the family was chatting, Zhou Maozhu was the first to step in and say, "If this is like that, you should go."
That's true. There is very little news from the branch secretary. He is holding fried pumpkin cakes at the moment - there are two pumpkins left after cooking pig food in the morning. Master Jiang is afraid that the family will get tired of drinking pumpkin soup, so he simply
Brought fried pumpkin pie.
That is, I specially sent a pot to Lao Song's house. My craftsmanship is really bad. The pumpkin cake was crispy on the inside and tender on the outside. It was sweet and delicious, but it was also greasy. It was slightly sticky to the teeth when I bit it——
"If you checked the information, it seems that the special age exchange meetings are all aimed at a niche audience."
Two acres of land, if I work it quickly by myself, I can sustain it for several days.
In this case, why is it better to eat ready-made food cooked by a small chef than to go home and find it burnt?
Anyway, you have work during the day. Now that you have finished sleeping in the morning, you have nothing to do in the afternoon except for chores outside the home.
Is it because the food is so bad?
"You are a relative who beats the bush, and you are honest...actually, I heard from your relative that the potatoes you eat every day are peeled, and you can get eight slices of this meat out of a pot."
"They're not just fixing up every corner... but have you ever heard that they're recruiting people? If there are a few people, there needs to be a way to recruit people."
The reason is very interesting. Li Lanhua goes down the mountain to pick vegetables every night. After picking vegetables, we eat the food left in the kitchen. When the vegetable picking starts at about 7 o'clock, she just helps the kitchen and makes a breakfast.
"It's not the one with the surname Zhai from the next village! That's it, Zhai Dafeng from the mountain is your relative!"
Who is the one who loves to talk about the four hexagrams? The young men gathered together and squatted in a circle, with excited expressions: "Has the road in Chencun behind you not been repaired yet? It's our turn to flatten it and make a water-stabilizing cushion.
Now, there will be fewer people coming and going."
But then, the lunch meal was a little perfunctory. Zhou Maozhu had not eaten pickled cabbage and minced pork for eight days in a row, and he would not eat it again at that time.
