Chapter 266: 266 Tremella size

Chapter 266 266. The size of white fungus

“Boom!”

With a loud noise, the old house where Song Tan lived for decades finally collapsed under the influence of an excavator.

At this moment, the engineering teams each have their own tasks. Song Tan and his family looked at this yard full of childhood memories, feeling excited and confused at the same time.

Ulan, on the other hand, wiped away his tears with rare emotion.

"How long did your dad have to work with people from the village to build this house? It was so hot in the summer that the skin on his back was peeling layer by layer, but the house was built... Later, the shed on the roof and the kitchen Everything is pieced together little by little.”

“In order to build this house, I have been in debt for several years, and now...”

Song Sancheng was a little uncomfortable: "What are you talking about? Of course, life is getting better and better. We now enjoy the blessing of being a daughter. You should enjoy it when you should..."

"What a pleasure!" Ulan held back her tears and stared at him: "Don't think that I can't find the fishing rod hidden in that shed! I'm too lazy to argue with you."

"How much work is there at home? You still dream of fishing. What a wonderful idea! Hurry up and find someone to pick the peach blossoms on the mountain."

"I think there is still an open space under the peach grove and by the pond. Why don't you take Qiao Qiao to spread some corn and sorghum or something to save the child from talking about it all the time."

Qiaoqiao knows how to grow corn, but this year he was not given a chance to show off!

It's already May. If this doesn't give Qiaoqiao any hope, is it worthy of the child's hard work for the past six months?

As for sorghum, this was the seventh cousin’s suggestion.

He said that if you plant a little, you will make wine in the fall.

Since this is the case, and there is space in every corner, just sow the seeds in there. As long as they survive, the yield does not matter.

Song Sancheng:…

Thinking of his fishing rod, he did feel a little guilty. Without saying a word, he took Qiaoqiao, who was curiously watching someone else's house demolition, and went to clear up wasteland with a **** and seeds.

At this moment, the guy driving the excavator stuck his head out from the high car window and shouted loudly: "Sister! Don't worry! You know my excavator skills. I guarantee that this house will be broken into pieces for you in one day." !”

This is not necessary.

Song Tan looked at him curiously: "Why did you join the engineering team?"

This young man came to clear up wasteland on their mountain in March.

The young man is a down-to-earth man, he eats a lot and works hard. He finished the seven days' work in five days. It's hard to find such a down-to-earth young man these days.

Song Tan was pleasantly surprised when she met an acquaintance.

The young man has been gone for months, and his skin has darkened several degrees. Now he smiles and shows his big white teeth:

“Sister, their engineering team is well-known, and the wages are high. As soon as I heard that they were coming to work in the village, I immediately followed them.”

“Unexpectedly, I found out when I came here that the engineering team brought their own food and didn’t eat at my sister’s house..."

His face was full of sorrow.

Song Tan…

She didn't dare to accept this - don't you all know how many people there are in your engineering team and how much they can eat?

Now that the family has moved to her grandfather’s house, she doesn’t even plan to take care of the food when she hires people to do the work.

For example, when picking peach blossoms, just like a few aunts who are still picking tea. When the time comes, everyone goes back to their houses to have dinner.

It’s not that my grandpa’s yard is small or cramped. In fact, my grandpa’s yard is quite big.

But the problem is that the white fungus that has caught up with the mountains can now be picked in large areas, and they have to hurry up to pick and dry it.

Oh, summer is really a harvest season!

The whole family crowded into their old house, and the happiest ones were Song Youde and Wang Lifen.

They both still have old ideas. They always feel that it is best for the whole family to be lively and lively, but the branches of the tree are large and the family is divided. After the youngest son Song Sancheng got married, the family was divided.

The couple is comfortable living together, but sometimes it is inevitable that they will miss their children.

Now that Song Tan is building a new home and living here temporarily, they don't feel noisy at all.

According to Song Youde's words: "This is the peak of popularity in the family, and it is obvious that it is going to prosper!"

But before he can prosper, he still has to ride his old electric bicycle and run into the mountains again and again.

I saw him once again riding his car, whizzing down the long slope, and then turning into his yard on a familiar road.

Song Tan couldn't help but feel his heart skip a beat!

This old man has a car and he doesn’t even know how old he is!

On the special seat originally reserved for grandma, there was a large basket full of freshly picked white fungus.

She couldn't help but said helplessly: "Grandpa, doesn't my uncle Zhang drive a tricycle? You don't have to do anything."

“How can that be done?”

Song Youde was not convinced: "His tricycle is a tricycle. Our white fungus has grown so much. I have nothing to do anyway. What's wrong with riding around?"

This car is the only one in the village now, so it’s quite popular! The eyes of all the little old men turned green with greed. Song Youde always felt like riding a bike!

Although it doesn’t carry as much cargo as Zhang Wang’s small three-wheeler, it is very convenient for hauling something in the fields on a daily basis.

Song Tan: ...Okay, as long as you are happy.

She didn’t try to persuade her, she just lowered her head and looked at the white fungus in the basket.

The white fungus on the chestnut tree growing wildly in the mountains has received the sun, rain and dew, and now it has completely unfolded its milky white "petals".

Only those that are ripe in this way will be picked.

Zhang Yanping knelt down and took a look, wondering:

“I thought you could grow anything! I don’t think this Tremella is very good. Have you seen that Gutian Tremella? I can’t even hold one in my open hand! It’s so big, so round, so white!”

The seventh cousin was resting nearby. Hearing this, he glanced at him: "What do you want to eat?"

“The Tremella fungus growing on the trunk of the tree has small bacterial spores and strong vitality. It depends on the sun and Feng Shui.”

“It was born and raised, so it is so big and not standard.”

“On the contrary, people are now building greenhouses to scientifically cultivate large-scale crops. The kind that rely on mushroom sticks to be densely packed to resemble a room is more regular, round and big.”

“But the problem is that it doesn’t taste good.”

Zhang Yanping: ...Actually, he didn’t feel any difference. Didn’t he just break the stew?

He muttered secretly, whether he dared to be arrogant in front of the chef, but the seventh cousin already knew what he had guessed, and now he laughed:

“You, you still haven’t eaten enough of the good stuff. Just say that the vegetables in the greenhouse and the vegetables in the fields are different if one smells like vegetables and the other doesn’t!”

Song Youde really agrees with this: "Going to the street to buy groceries in the winter is extremely expensive, and the taste is not as good."

But they couldn’t tell what it tasted like, it just tasted like vegetables.

Wait a minute, there’s more.

The prices of basswood white fungus and ordinary white fungus are not the same. By the gram.

(End of this chapter)

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