Song Tan Jishi

  Chapter 88 88. Please be good!

  The topic is getting far away after chatting.

   Waiting for the others to leave, Song Tan made some calculations, and then said to Wu Lan: "Mom, talk to a few aunts tonight, and help pick out tea after dinner. I will bring it there tomorrow, and it will cost seven catties."

   Five catties in Yuncheng, one catty in the Bureau, and one catty belonged to those poor old men.

   Oh, no.

  Song Tan still remembered someone.

   "Pack another three catties, I'll send it to the imperial capital."

   "Give grandpa another catty for him to drink, don't talk about the price, just take it after drinking. My dad is the same. How can I not be willing to taste the things in my own house? Let him drink whatever he wants, as long as he doesn't give it away."

   Tea can’t be eaten as a meal, how much can you drink all year round?

   As expected, Ulan is an old habit again, and when he hears his family drink it, his heart aches like twists.

  According to their habits, the good ones are sold, and the crooked melons and dates 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 of summer tea."

  The price of summer tea has plummeted compared with that of spring tea, and Ulan is relatively less distressed.

  Song Tan was helpless: "Mom, as far as the quality of our tea is concerned this year, summer tea is very bitter. Maybe someone specifically wants this."

  So she didn't intend to sell it cheap at all.

  Ulan's heart ached again, but after thinking about it, her face brightened for a moment:

   "Oh! This is sold for ten catties!"

   I made a plan in my heart again: Even with the follow-up investment, such as a dog worth 3,000 yuan, the money of the old couple and Tan Tan was added together, and the 120,000 yuan has now been paid back!

   Ouch, it's only been a month! How did you not know that you can earn money so quickly by farming?

  Song Tan: …

   The three catties given to the imperial capital are not for sale.

  People don’t want to repay or even disclose it, so naturally they can’t withdraw money, so just send all the good things at home for him to taste.

  Speaking of it, Song Tan also sighed a little: I hope these auras are good for his wounds.

  …

  Ulan went to the kitchen with a smile on her face to cook a simple meal without feeling tired at all.

  No way, the son can't count on it, and the daughter's skill will be able to cook well. In order not to let the children spoil their own things, she can only suffer more.

   At this moment, Song Sancheng came back with a **** on his shoulder.

  Following behind him was Zhang Yanping.

  I haven’t seen him all morning, his sweater with the brand’s logo printed all over it is now badly covered with mud, sweat and dirt.

  In the morning, Song Sancheng said that there was heavy dew on the mountain, and he found a pair of old rubber shoes for him to wear, but he refused to do it.

  Nowadays, the same big-name sports shoes have been stuck to the wet soil like a thousand pieces of gold, and they are like two different shoes.

  Qiao Qiao greeted him immediately: "Brother, Dad said you worked hard today, so I'll give you bubble gum!"

  Zhang Yanping took the piece of chewing gum almost viciously, and stuffed it into his mouth. The poor-quality essence dazzled his mind, so that he didn't realize what he just answered when he reacted—

   Sure enough, I saw Song Sancheng admiringly: "Yan Ping is good! It seems that you can't do your work in the morning, you are so weak, and you still think you can't do it in the afternoon?"

   "I didn't expect to have such perseverance—OK, I'll clean up a few dogs in the afternoon, and you will follow along."

   Zhang Yanping wanted to slip his legs out and lie down directly on the stool.

  I can’t do it anymore, I really can’t do it anymore.

  He stretched out his hands, only to see two sparkling blisters in his white and tender palms.

   "Tan Tan, look at me, I'm really not that material! Let me go."

  Song Tan really took a closer look, and then grabbed his wrist: "Mom, get the needle! It's broken by him!"

  Zhang Yanping suddenly screamed.

And when he held his broken hand and felt sad, he only heard Song Sancheng say: "Talk about it, 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?"

Song Tan thought about it: "Dogs, there is no need to choose the type of apartment, but they can still work for many years-Dad, you just need to make it stronger. For example, Dawang, it needs to be covered with bricks and cement, and a ground is built in the doghouse. Ping."

Song Sancheng thought about it: "Okay, I asked your grandfather, and he said that there are old blue bricks, which are just used for paving the floor. I will see who has cement and red bricks in our village. Let me mix them up first, and directly build them for them." Just a nest."

   "The old tiles are directly laid on the head."

   "Turn back to your unnecessary clothes, straw, stuff them inside. Change it every month, and it will be clean and warm."

   After finishing speaking, I can’t help feeling complacent:

   "I chose a good place. It is shaded in summer and sunny in winter. It is sure to be more comfortable than living in it!"

   Qiao Qiao opened his eyes wide: "Then can I sleep with the king?"

   It is no problem to sleep with the king, this guy is smooth and smooth, and the servants are cleaner than others.

  Besides, rural children are tough, and they don’t pay so much attention to playing with insects and mud when they were young.

   But the problem is—

   "No, the green brick floor is too cold, and the humidity is too high."

  Ulan flatly refused.

  Seeing Qiao Qiao's complexion collapsed, Song Tan then pointed to San Bao who was whimpering and whimpering around a few big dogs:

   "Qiao Qiao, you always remember the king, and they will feel uncomfortable. And these little treasures, you picked them up, don't you take good care of them?"

   Qiaoqiao really fell into the state of the emperor—the king has a sense of security, but the remaining seven treasures also have their own cuteness. Who is he going to take care of first?

  How to take care of it so as not to make other dogs sad?

  For a while, this complicated problem occupied his young mind, and he couldn't care about anything else.

  However, the matter is not over yet.

  Farm work is like this, and there are new jobs every day.

   "Dad, the one who plowed the land last time, you should contact him. Tomorrow the top piece of flowering purple vetch field will have to be plowed."

  Song Sancheng was a little bit embarrassed: "That piece of field, it only takes a few hours for him to drive the machine to come here. It's not worthwhile to pay a day's wages, five hundred! It's not uncommon for people to come if there is less..."

   After all, the machine had to be transported on three wheels.

Ulan glared at him: "You're so old and foolish, it's enough to grow milk vetch with rough cultivation, but those who want to grow vegetables in the sandalwood fields have to plow and intensively plow again, after a day, the water grinds hard work, enough. "

  Zhang Yanping was confused when he heard this: "Is the machine very expensive? Can't you buy it yourself? Five hundred yuan is too expensive!"

  Song Sancheng shook his head: "The five-hundred-dollar wallet is paid by labor, machine and gas. We don't need to worry about everything, just say what you want to make it look like."

"It's not expensive to buy it yourself, but firstly, that thing is always broken, and we don't know how to fix it. Secondly, there are only a few people in our family. Who has the time to plow the land now? Sitting on it and turning the field all day, It’s not an easy job either.”

  Zhang Yanping retreated instantly: "Please, please!"

   Tobacco leaves are tobacco. When I was young, my grandfather planted a few trees in front of our house.

   It is not illegal to plant a few trees of this thing privately, and a permit is required for large-scale planting. With the certificate in hand, it can even be sold in the market.

   Today's efficiency is really low, and there is a high probability that it will not be improved day by day.

   Then let's work hard for the third watch. Next night.

   So what, I write slowly (because I have to check the information), or you gentlemen, look at my friends?

   "My fairy is sick" by Tanzi

   To spend money for her, save a monthly pass for me, and get an extra good book... Kill three birds with one stone!

  (end of this chapter)