Chapter 109 109. Doing charity and accumulating merit
The Zhang Wang family just made a proposal about Baoshan. They didn’t mention the money. They clearly meant that it was lower than the market price or simply that it would cost two bucks.
Song Tan accepted his feelings.
What he just said about entrusting his mountain land to Song Tan was referring to the **** below his house, which happened to be connected to the wasteland in the back mountain.
About twenty acres, one-sixth of this bowl-shaped mountain range. The mountains and forests are certainly not as good as the fields, but the Zhang Wang family is very capable. This mountain land is all planted with kudzu, and they can also make money.
Kudzu was not planted intentionally at first.
It's just that there are a lot of kudzu vines growing in this forest. Aunt Zhang was clever and dug out one or two hundred kilograms of kudzu powder one winter and dried out more than ten kilograms of kudzu powder. In addition to giving it to the children, she also earned eighteen hundred yuan from the rest. .
The next year, the couple deliberately cleared the land and buried more fertilizer to allow the wild kudzu to take root and spread quickly.
Now every winter, the couple can earn tens of thousands of yuan from this.
Ten thousand yuan doesn’t sound like a lot, but it’s better because it costs nothing! Just put in the effort.
If you want to make money on this mountain, you have to invest a lot in the early stage, which is not cost-effective for the villagers.
So the two interplanted some beans, watermelons, peanuts and the like. The harvest was really average, but relying on these, it was not a problem to earn another two to three thousand yuan.
Hence, the old couple did not go out to work anymore, but settled down to take care of the family fields.
At the beginning of April, the green leaves of the kudzu vine are sprouting. It is not a good time to dig kudzu. It will be the best time until winter.
Moreover, digging kudzu and clearing mountains and forests now is not in time for the good farming season. Therefore, neither of them mentioned anything about Baoshan now.
But because of this consideration, Song Tan gave suggestions with sincerity:
"Uncle Zhang, it's not enough for you to just take the money away. Let me tell you, hold this money firmly in your hands first, and don't give it to your children for anything."
“When you feel it’s time, just donate it directly. Donations cannot be recovered. It’s about doing good deeds and accumulating virtue. We will be blessed in the next life.”
There will be no afterlife. Song Tan is a cultivator of immortality but not of the Netherworld. Now that the spiritual energy here is pitifully thin, she cannot be sure.
But for the Zhang Wang family, spiritual sustenance is stronger than anything else!
At this moment, he really reacted: "Yes, yes! I will donate everything in your aunt's name. I will accumulate blessings for her! Let her live a good life in the next life!"
His expression is one of visible appreciation:
“You, the young people, are more educated and know better.”
Turning around, I remembered another worry: "What if I have an accident?"
Who can say this accurately?
If you are found to be sick, you can make arrangements for your funeral when you have time. But if you encounter a natural or man-made disaster, such as falling on the ground or something...
They have thought about it in such detail. I think Zhang Wang’s family really thought about it carefully and thoroughly.
Think about it too, someone went to town specifically to ask about the policy on severing ties...
Song Tan also answered seriously: "Then I will take you to the city when I have time, and we will make an appointment with a lawyer to write a will. Then, we will spend a few hundred yuan to have it notarized."
“When the time comes, no matter how you arrange your affairs after your death, how you arrange this money, your biological children will not be able to recover it under the laws of the country.”
He thought for a while and then said: "Don't worry, I'll ask the lawyer to write another one when the time comes. If something happens to me while I'm working for you, no one is allowed to extort money!"
Seeing that the other party's back was much straighter, he went home in high spirits. Song Tan sighed, looked at the barren mountain that was almost restored, and let out a sigh of relief—
There are really too many things to do at home. Now that someone can come to do the work, it seems like a lot of burdens have been lifted off at once.
Song Sancheng, on the other hand, was a little hesitant: "Tan Tan, didn't you discuss with your Grandpa Li not to give him a salary and ask him to show us the rice fields?"
“Your uncle Zhang here gave me another two thousand, do you need to tell him to hide it and don’t tell anyone?”
Song Tan laughed: "No, Dad."
The original intention of Zhang Wang’s family was to tell him to hide it, so what’s the point of his job? Might as well go out and work.
"We have so much work to do, so we have to find some reliable people to do it. Let us know the salary first, so that others won't have to ask for more than is appropriate and hurt their feelings."
When working in the village, even though these short-term workers earn one or two hundred yuan a day, when it comes to long-term and stable wages, two thousand yuan is about the same.
After all, farm work can be done as soon as it is available, and it can be postponed if it is not available. So after all these years, except for large-scale agricultural plans, I haven’t heard of anyone hiring a permanent worker to do farm work.
This leads to the fact that people who are willing to endure hardships resent the low wages, and those who don’t resent the low wages may not necessarily like to work. And farmers really can’t afford high wages.
Song Sancheng took a puff of cigarette: "I know this, I'm just afraid that Grandpa Li will feel uncomfortable hearing it..."
Don’t worry about the scarcity but the inequality!
Song Tan shook his head: "My grandpa Li has filial descendants. Besides, he doesn't do any hard work. He just uses his hands to look around and walks around a few times when he has nothing to do."
"You said that if I offer a salary of 2,000 yuan for this job, why would the other old men and women in the village go crazy over it? So we had discussed it earlier. If he is happy, we won't mention the money, but we will help deliver rice, flour, grain and oil. , it’s more convenient than buying it alone.”
“At the end of the year, we will cut another twenty kilograms of pork, and that will be enough.”
“If you don’t like it, just say it.”
Song Sancheng breathed a sigh of relief: "I know... Just make it clear."
He turned around and became proud again: "Look at how my daughter is doing things in an orderly manner. She is indeed my daughter!"
Song Tan:…
This is really my dear father. Your daughter has only been working in society for less than two years from the ivory tower of university. Now she is so clear-headed. Don't you want to think about why?
However, she was also happy to reassure her parents, so she asked again:
"Dad, after tomorrow, I think the fields at the door will be almost plowed. When the water is released from the pond, the two rice fields below will be prepared."
“Then when it’s time to sow the vegetable seeds, we have to move the vegetable seedlings. The back hill is all taken care of by you alone.”
Song Sancheng glanced at her: "Can I still do it? I'm the only one taking care of it."
“Besides, your uncle Zhang will come over tomorrow!”
“Oh, by the way,” he remembered something else.
“Your uncle called and said that we will all go back to our hometown to visit the grave tomorrow. We have a large family, so don’t forget to tell your grandma at night. Don’t pick tea tomorrow morning, and help make a meal.”
Also, let me add a little more.
Monthly tickets for Modo!
(End of this chapter)