After they left, Song Tan did the math and then said to Ulan: "Mom, tell a few aunts tonight that you can help pick out some tea leaves after dinner. I'll take them over tomorrow. It's seven kilograms."
Five pounds from Yuncheng, one pound from the Bureau, and one pound from those poor old men.
Oh, no.
Song Tan also remembered someone.
"Pack another three kilograms and I'll send it to the Imperial Capital."
"Give grandpa another pound and let him drink it. Don't tell me the price. Take it after you finish it. My dad is the same. Is there anything he wouldn't want to taste? Let him drink it as he likes, as long as he doesn't give it away to anyone else."
Tea cannot be eaten as food, so how much can you drink throughout the year?
Ulan is indeed an old habit again. When I hear that my family members drink it, my heart aches.
According to their custom, the good ones are sold, and only the crooked melons and jujubes are kept for their own consumption. But this matter also involves the child's grandfather, what can she do?
She could only settle for the next best thing: "Leave half a catty of spring tea for your dad, and let him drink the rest for summer tea."
Compared with spring tea, the price of summer tea has plummeted, but Wulan is relatively less distressed.
Song Tan was helpless: "Mom, with the quality of our tea this year, summer tea is very bitter. Maybe someone wants this specifically."
So she had no intention of selling it cheaply.
Wulan's heart ached again, but then she thought about it and her face brightened up for a moment:
"Oh! This is ten pounds sold!"
My mind started to make plans again: Even if I add in the follow-up investment, such as a dog worth 3,000 yuan, the combined money of the couple and Tan Tan, 120,000 yuan, has now been paid back!
Ouch, ouch, it’s only been a month! Why didn’t you know that farming can make money so quickly?
Song Tan:......
The three pounds given to Imperial City were not for sale.
If he doesn't want to repay or is even unwilling to disclose it, then of course he can't ask for money, so just send him all the good things at home for him to try.
Speaking of which, Song Tan was also a little sad: I hope these spiritual energy will be good for his wounds.
…
Wu Lan went to the kitchen and made a simple meal with a smile on his face, not feeling tired at all.
There was no way, her son could not be counted on, and her daughter's cooking skills would be limited. In order to prevent the children from ruining her own things, she could only suffer more.
Just then, Song Sancheng came back with a hoe.
Behind him was Zhang Yanping.
I haven't seen him all morning, and his sweatshirt with the brand's logo printed all over it is now covered in mud, sweat and dirt.
In the morning, Song Sancheng said that there was heavy dew on the mountain and even found him a pair of old rubber shoes to wear, but he refused.
Nowadays, the same big-name sports shoes have become as heavy as two pairs of shoes because of the sticky mud.
Qiao Qiao immediately greeted him: "Brother, dad said you worked very hard today and gave you bubble gum!"
Zhang Yanping took the piece of chewing gum almost viciously and stuffed it into his mouth. The low-quality essence went to his head, so that when he reacted, he realized what he had just said——
As expected, Song Sancheng had a look of admiration on his face: "Yan Ping is good! I see you can't do the work in the morning. You are so weak. I thought you wouldn't be able to do the work in the afternoon?"
"I didn't expect to have such perseverance - OK, I'll go build a few dogs in the afternoon, and you can help me."
Zhang Yanping wanted to slide his legs out and lie down on the stool.
I can't do it anymore, I really can't do it anymore.
He stretched out his hands and saw two shiny blisters in his white palms.
"Tan Tan, look at me, I'm really not that good! Let me go."
As expected, Song Tan came closer to take a look, and then held his wrist: "Mom, bring me a needle! Give him a break!"
Zhang Yanping suddenly screamed.
When he was holding the broken hand and felt sad, he heard Song Sancheng say: "Tan Tan, I looked at the chestnut forest in the back mountain this morning and the vegetable garden next to it. I found a good place. Do you want to take a ride?"
What kind of kennel is this?”
Song Tan thought about it: "For dogs, you don't have to choose the type of apartment, but they can still work for many years - Dad, you just need to make it stronger. For example, for the king, you need to put a little layer of bricks and cement in the doghouse.
Floor."
Song Sancheng thought about it: "Okay, I asked your father, and he said they have old green bricks, which are just used for paving the floor. I'll see who has cement and red bricks in the village. I'll spread them over a little first and lay them directly for them.
Just a nest will do."
"The old tiles from the past were laid directly on top."
"Go back and stuff your unwanted clothes and straw inside. Change them once a month. They will be clean and warm."
After saying that, he couldn’t help but feel proud:
"The place I picked is good, with shade in the summer and sunshine in the winter. I'm sure it will be more comfortable than human life!"
Qiaoqiao opened her eyes wide: "Then can I sleep with the king?"
There is no problem sleeping with the king, this guy is smooth and smooth, and his service is cleaner than anyone else.
Besides, children in rural areas are tough and they didn’t pay much attention to things when they were young, playing with bugs and mud.
But the problem is——
"No, the blue brick floor is too cold and the humidity is too high."
Wu Lan refused.
Seeing Qiao Qiao's face fall, Song Tan pointed at Sambo who was moaning and wandering around several big dogs:
"Qiaoqiao, if you keep remembering the king, they will feel uncomfortable. And these little treasures were picked up by you. Why don't you take good care of them?"
As expected, Qiao Qiao fell into an emperor's state of mind - the king felt safe, but the remaining seven treasures were also cute in their own way. Who should he take care of first?
How should we take care of it so as not to make other dogs sad?
For a time, this complicated problem occupied his young mind, and he could no longer care about anything else.
However, things are not over yet.
Farm work is like this, there is something new every day.
"Dad, please contact the person who plowed the land last time. Tomorrow, the top field of vetch in bloom will have to be plowed."
Song Sancheng was a little embarrassed: "It only takes a few hours for him to drive the machine over that field. It's not worthwhile to pay him a day's wages. It's five hundred! If you don't pay less, people won't bother to come..."
After all, you still have to ride a three-wheeler to transport the machine.
Wulan glared at him: "You are really stupid. It's enough to grow vetches with rough plowing, but if you want to grow vegetables in that field, you have to plow and plow it carefully. After a day of hard work, it's quite difficult."
"
Zhang Yanping was confused when he heard this: "Is the machine expensive? Can't you buy it yourself? Five hundred yuan for labor is too expensive!"
Song Sancheng shook his head: "Five hundred yuan for the wallet to be manually wrapped and the machine to wrap the gas money. We don't have to worry about anything. We can just make it look like what we want."
"It's not expensive to buy it yourself, but first of all, it keeps breaking and we don't know how to repair it. Secondly, there are only a few people in our family, who has time to plow the fields now? We sit on it and plow the fields all day long.
It’s not an easy job either.”
Zhang Yanping immediately retreated: "Well done, well done!"
－－－－－－Digression－－－－－
Tobacco leaves are tobacco. When I was a child, my grandfather planted a few trees in front of his house.
It is not illegal to plant a few trees of this thing privately, but large-scale planting requires a permit. With the certificate in hand, you can even sell it in the market.
Today's efficiency is really very low, and there is a high probability that it will not last for 10,000 days.
Then let’s work hard for the third update. The next update will be at night.
What about that? I wrote slowly (because I had to look up information), otherwise you guys could read what my gay friend wrote?
"My Fairies Are Many Sicknesses" by Tanzi
Spend money for her, save monthly tickets for me, and get another good book... kill three birds with one stone!