Chapter 88 88. Please be kind!
The topic got sidetracked while we were chatting.
After the others left, Song Tan did the math and then said to Ulan: "Mom, tell a few aunts tonight that you can help pick out tea after dinner. I will take it over tomorrow, and it will cost seven kilograms."
Yuncheng’s five jins, the first jin in the bureau, and the other one belongs to those poor gentlemen.
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 drinking it. My dad is the same. Is there any thing at home that he wouldn't want to taste? Let him drink it as he likes, as long as he doesn't give it away to others."
Tea cannot be eaten as food, so how much can you drink throughout the year?
Wulan is indeed an old habit again. When I hear my family drinking 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 do the next best thing: "Leave half a catty of spring tea for your dad, and let him drink the rest as summer tea."
The price of summer tea has plummeted compared to that of spring tea, but Wulan is relatively less distressed.
Song Tan was helpless: "Mom, with the quality of tea we have this year, summer tea is very bitter. Maybe someone wants this specifically."
So she had no intention of selling it cheaply.
Ulan's heart ached again, but when he thought about it, his face brightened for a moment:
“Oops! This is ten pounds sold!”
Cracking in my heart: Even if you add subsequent investment, such as a dog with three thousand dollars, their old couples and Tan Tan's money are added together, and 120,000 are now back!
Ouch, oh, it’s only been a month! Why didn’t you know you could make money so quickly from farming?
Song Tan:…
The three pounds given to the imperial capital were not for sale.
Since he doesn’t want to repay or is even unwilling to reveal anything, 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.
…
Ulan went to the kitchen and made a simple meal with a smile on his face, not feeling tired at all.
There is no way, the son cannot be counted on, and the daughter’s skills will be limited to cooking. In order not to let the children ruin her things, she could only suffer more.
At this moment, Song Sancheng came back with a hoe.
The person who followed behind him was Zhang Yanping.
We haven’t seen him all morning, and his sweatshirt with the brand logo printed all over it is now stained with 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 are already so heavy in the wet mud that they are no longer as good as two pairs of shoes.
Qiaoqiao rushed up to him immediately: "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 fragrance 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 any work in the morning. You are so weak. I thought you wouldn't be able to do it in the afternoon?"
“I didn’t expect to have such perseverance—Okay, I’ll go build a few dogs’ nests in the afternoon, and you can help me.”
Zhang Yanping wanted to take off his legs and lie down on the stool.
I can’t do it anymore, I really can’t do it anymore.
“Tan Tan, look at me, I’m really not that good! Let me go.”
Sure enough, Song Tan came closer to take a look, and then grabbed his wrist: "Mom, bring me a needle! Prick him!" Zhang Yanping suddenly screamed.
When he was holding the broken hand and felt sad, he heard Song Sancheng say: "Tantan, 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 apartment type or anything, but they can still work for many years - Dad, you just need to make it stronger. For example, for the king, you need to lay some bricks and cement, and make a floor in the doghouse. Pingba.”
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.”
“The old tiles from the past were laid directly on top.”
“Go back to your unwanted clothes and stuff them with straw. Change them once a month. They will be clean and warm.”
After saying this, I 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 a human being’s 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 services are cleaner than others.
Besides, rural children are tough-skinned. They played with bugs and mud when they were young, so they don’t pay that much attention.
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 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. There are also these little treasures that you picked up. Why don’t you take good care of them?”
As expected, Qiao Qiao fell into the state of mind of an emperor - the king feels safe, but the remaining seven treasures are 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.
But, the matter is not over yet.
Farming 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 for him.”
Song Sancheng was a little embarrassed: "It only takes a few hours for him to drive the machine over that field. It's not worth paying him a day's wages, five hundred! If you don't pay less, people won't bother to come..."
After all, we still have to ride a three-wheeler to transport the machine.
Wulan glared at him: "You are really stupid. Rough plowing is enough to grow vetches, but if you want to grow vegetables in the Tantan field, you have to plow and plow carefully. After a day, it is quite difficult to grind the water." "
Zhang Yanping listened in confusion: "Is the machine expensive? Can't you buy it yourself? Five hundred yuan is too expensive!"
Song Sancheng shook his head: "A five-hundred-yuan wallet is packed manually with a machine to pack 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 firstly, 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!"
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 a permit is required for large-scale planting. 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. Next update at night.
What, I write slowly (because I have to look up information), otherwise you guys can take a look at my **** friends?
"My Fairies Are Many Sicknesses" by Tanzi
Go spend money for her, save a monthly pass for me, and get another good book... kill three birds with one stone!
(End of this chapter)