Chapter 107 107. I know how to compost
Song Tan knew that the village was now peaceful and no one had touched his own things. First of all, everyone had not yet realized the smell of milkvetch in the fields.
After all, except for the young village party secretary, no one would pull up the roots and taste it, right? In particular, the outermost field was used by Old Man Li to graze cattle.
Secondly, the really good stuff has not yet reached the harvest season. Now that the locals have come back to give it a try, they still have an advantage.
Otherwise, it would not be so easy for a young girl to come back and work.
This is also the reason why Song Tan tends to hire people from the village to work. If there are no young adults, he hires the elderly, because inviting the elderly to work has advantages and disadvantages. It depends on how to deal with it.
Old man Li nodded in agreement with her cry:
“What I’m saying is, you can’t mess with your parents’ money. Your family also has Qiao Qiao, and life will be difficult when she gets old.”
But he looked around and said, "Then you still need someone to keep an eye on your field... Last year I planted two ridges of Chinese cabbage, and I had someone secretly chop seven or eight of them at night."
The old man became very angry when he talked about this.
I don’t know anyone who is so careless. If you want to eat the things grown in your own land, can you just say no? Who can’t bear to part with Chinese cabbage!
He is a lonely old man who doesn’t know how to pickle or dry the cabbage. Didn’t he give it away after eating the cabbage?
You have to steal it.
Bah!
This made Old Man Li, who was getting older and weaker, angrier and angrier. Now he reminded Song Tan that he was also sincerely worried.
Song Tan comforted him and said, "It's okay. You can help me watch. Also, have you seen the two newly built dog houses under the bamboo forest? My two dogs will come over to help watch them."
This pond is at the top of the field, and the doghouse is built on the edge of the pond. The two dogs slept there, within sight of the pond and fields. It was a good location specially found by Song Sancheng.
Why else would she spend a lot of money on a dog?
I actually grew up in a village, and I know the saying that "people come in all kinds of shapes (shaishai) once they reach a hundred".
Old Man Li breathed a sigh of relief, and a surge of comfort came over his dark and old face:
“The dog is good, its ears are sharp, and its eyes can see far. Is it your dog that eats tigers?”
Song Tan:…
She didn't know how to answer it for a moment, so she could only nod her head and said vaguely: "It's not that exaggerated, they are two smaller ones."
The second treasure, Dabao, is responsible for guarding the fish ponds and fields.
Old man Li has seen the big tiger-like dog patrolling the front yard in the back mountain:
“How can two smaller ones be smaller? The tigers have eaten them, so why can’t they cover a vegetable garden? This is safe!”
The long-forgotten mobile phone was quietly live-streaming everything in front of him. The operator of the live-streaming company accidentally saw the retained data and was shocked:
What is this broadcast? Why is the user retention rate so high?
At first glance, it looks like a pastoral scene, with an old man speaking in dialect. I didn't have time to review it carefully, so I immediately put this live broadcast in a more prominent recommendation position without hesitation.
Although it is not as good as other popular anchors, it is still a top position for new anchors.
However, as soon as he pushed it up, Song Tan on the other end of the phone only heard a "beep" sound, and then the screen went black.
She bent down to pick up her forgotten mobile phone and pressed it twice before she realized that the battery was out of battery.
Looking at the large pile of milkvetch she had cut out, she waved to Old Man Li: "Grandpa Li, I'm going home first. Qiaoqiao will come later, just ask him to load these."
Nowadays, mobile phones are an important means of contacting customers, but it is more important to charge them first.
Then he automatically reached out and took the sickle from her: "I'm going to cut the milkvetch."
This matter was done every morning. Although Song Tan felt sorry for his brother, he did not coddle him, so he handed the sickle to him: "Don't forget to carry the basket over."
Then we went directly to the back mountain. There, the little excavator is still working conscientiously.
Where did Zhang Yanping find such an honest person? He works with everyone every day. He leaves early and comes back late. One day of work is worth a day and a half for others.
For this reason, even if he showed off more than three bowls at every meal, Ulan was always smiling at home.
Song Tan went to the back mountain and saw a strange man besides Song Sancheng standing halfway up the mountain.
The other person is thin and short, with a slightly stooped back. He looks to be only about 1.6 meters tall. My hair is an old-fashioned buzz cut. You can get it shaved in town for five yuan, and there are even shavers.
He was wearing the same jacket and black trousers that Song Sancheng usually wore for work. When he saw Song Tan, a look of embarrassment appeared on his wrinkled face.
“Tantan.” Song Sancheng introduced her: “You probably don’t recognize me. This is your Uncle Zhang.”
Then he reached out and pointed with his fingertips at the top of the mountain opposite, where there was a simple red brick house.
“Your uncle Zhang lives there.”
The mountain topography under Songtanbao is quite unique. The entire mountain range is more like a closed ring. The inner ring looks like a bowl, and the bottom of the bowl is the pond underneath.
There are several acres of vegetable fields surrounding the pond, and there are barren hills with slopes on all sides.
But, this is the whole piece.
The original back hill of Song Tan's house plus the contracted area accounted for less than a quarter of the bowl's area.
Hence, from the top of the mountain here you can clearly see the scenery of the top of the mountain there.
She looked at the single-family home, then at the location, and instantly realized who this Uncle Zhang was—he was the Zhang Wang family that everyone had talked about a few days ago.
“Uncle Zhang.” Song Tan greeted her politely—it was clear that the other person was the same age as her father, but now he looked haggard and vicissitudes of life, as if he was more than ten years older.
What do you need to ask yourself about?
Song Tan even thought of borrowing money, but when she thought about it carefully, people in the village were very strict and would never lend money to someone of her own generation, especially as a girl.
While thinking about it, they saw Zhang Wang's family's expressions becoming more and more embarrassed. At this moment, they were rubbing their hands helplessly, and then pointed to the large piles of weeds, shrubs and branches they had piled on the edge of the mountain:
“Don’t waste this, keep it for composting.”
“Is it burned?”
Song Tan had this plan.
Plant ash can kill bacteria and insects and is also a good fertilizer. If these things are left here, they will only get in the way and breed various insect eggs and bacteria. It is easier to burn them on fire.
Zhang Wang’s family quickly shook their heads: “Don’t burn it, don’t burn it, it will be a waste if you burn it, I can compost it!”
He finally got to the point and rubbed his hands again:
“I heard that Old Man Li was looking after the rice fields for your family, so I wanted to ask if I could also work for your family.”
After saying this, he was afraid that Song Tan would reject him, so he quickly emphasized:
“I am good at making compost piles. People come to me every year. I have several piles on my land. If you want to use them, I can bring them to you.”
“I can also do other farm work, and your dad knows that.”
No, no, I will really work hard at the end of the month, and I still owe you more updates.
But these two days...I don’t care, it depends on your health.
(End of this chapter)