Vol 311 Chapter 1050: Why hasn’t 1050 arrived yet?

Song Tan didn’t know that visitors from afar were getting tangled in their clothes.

After all, she had been busy all morning, and she was wearing a pair of rain boots that were so wide that anyone in the family could fit them in!

There is no other way, there is really too much preparation work, just setting up the stove and making yellow clay, because there are so many people eating, it has to be built in a whole row.

Seeing that it was almost dinner time and she still hadn’t finished her work, she simply rolled up her sleeves.

And in the yard. Pots of charred leaves that are browned, crispy, and fragrant are being placed there to dry, waiting for them to cool down before being bagged and stored.

As long as there is no air leakage in the middle, it will be crispy and delicious until the Chinese New Year.

However, this kind of good stuff is just placed there in such a grand manner, and it is still freshly exploded. Anyone passing by can't help but reach out and pinch a piece.

Not to mention anything else, Guanglao Du would have enough to fill his stomach.

Seventh cousin didn’t stop me either—it’s just something that costs a little flour and a little oil. The most expensive thing is that it uses some eggs and sesame seeds from Song Tan’s family. If you want to eat it!

How much can you eat until your stomach is full?

These peers are not very efficient at work, but the young people they brought here can do whatever they are asked to do, and they work very hard.

Just for this, we have to let people eat it!

Also busy with him is Dr. Xiao Guo in his own clinic.

After staying in Yunqiao Village for half a year, Guo Dong has really lived a good life.

 She wanted to get vegetables from the fields of Lao Song's family, although she couldn't make any flowers herself, so she just went to the canteen.

The business is also doing well, and I have saved a lot of money.

Now that it was time for the pig-killing feast, the Old Song family also gave her a deal—that is, if she had time, she could make some hawthorn pills.

Don’t you have to rub it? !

Just the pigs in Song Tan's house, Guo Dong himself has missed them so many times! I couldn't imagine how delicious it was.

Now I am rubbing it while stuffing hawthorn pills into my mouth. It tastes thick with medicinal herbs and sweet with honey. The more I chew, the more sour and delicious I feel. The more I chew, the more hungry I feel, and my mouth water...

well! Why is it only the sixth day of the Lunar New Year! Why hasn’t the eighth day of the lunar month arrived yet?

At the same time, another group of people were also crowded on the return train, and now they were chatting animatedly:

“There are so many people!”

“Oh no, it’s so crowded that I have nowhere to move. I should have bought a high-speed rail ticket.”

“What are you talking about here? The high-speed rail ticket is more than 600, so buy it!”

“It’s probably not easy to buy high-speed rail tickets. It’s almost Chinese New Year. We can still buy tickets now. No matter how late they come, we probably won’t be able to grab them.”

Several people wearing old clothes and carrying large and small bags were crowded in the train aisle. The unique voice of the staff came from the carriage door:

“Come on, give way, put your feet back, melon seeds, snacks, mineral water...”

Several people quickly stopped talking and moved their luggage out of the way, hugging each other. When the people left, he couldn't help but sigh:

“Are you coming out next year? It’s too bad to work outside.”

This disadvantage is certainly not a financial one.

In fact, throughout the year, the main income of the family really depends on working. But the problem is that I work outside and sleep on the construction site. Firstly, I don’t know the people and the place I know well. Secondly, the food is poor. Thirdly, the climate is not suitable for me...

Everyone sighed: "What are we going to do if we don't work? We don't have any money to stay at home."

"I heard from my dad that he would not go out to work next year and stay in the village to work for the old Song family. He said that the salary would be high..." I know, I just came here in early autumn and I have been working for their family in the summer before. Yes, it’s easy to pay, and even a slightly difficult job can be paid for 200.”

“There just isn’t much work. Our family has spent tens of millions on farming this year, and we heard they are going to build a big business. But it hasn’t developed yet, and this kind of work is not reliable even if it lasts a day.”

“Tens of millions?! How do you think I earn all this money? Even if it falls from the sky, I would have to pick it up for a while!”

“Never mind, let’s talk about it when we get back.”

It’s impossible not to go back!

Work has been suspended at the construction site. Lao Liu has high blood pressure and is not allowed to work at the construction site. He will not be able to go out next year.

“If there is really any work, it would be good for us to do some part-time work at home.”

As people reach middle age, they are increasingly unable to keep up with the times. It is also difficult to travel to big cities. Nowadays, they are more and more attached to their hometown.

Not far away, several middle-aged women were also thinking: "Let's check out a few more factories on Douyin next year. The work in this factory is too tiring. I stand for more than ten hours a day, and I really can't stand..."

“But this salary is high. People of our age group may not have jobs elsewhere, and we only pay 17 yuan an hour.”

“That’s right, this company gives me 21. If you are tired, just be tired. If you work for a few months, you can earn the New Year’s money.”

It is a hardship to say the least, and it is not easy to survive with just two words!

As we chatted, the topic spread again:

“We who come back early will earn half a month’s salary less than those who leave later.”

“Oh, I’m afraid the factory won’t let people go before the New Year’s Eve, so I can’t celebrate the New Year outside!”

“Li Lanhua told me to rush back before Laba, saying that she had something good waiting for her...I thought she was not a nonsense person, and had wanted to leave for a long time, so I took advantage of this opportunity.”

“What’s going on?”

"I don't know!" The person who spoke was also confused: "I just said that Laba will come back and let us see the changes in the village, and show his face to impress others, so that we can make money next year."

Everyone gets excited when talking about making money, but now that I’m thinking hard, I can’t think of anything that can show my face, make an impression, and make money conveniently?

There were people traveling with us who were not from the same village. They were just familiar with each other through kinship. When they heard this, they couldn’t help but ponder:

“When we go back in the evening, don’t delay, hurry up and ask, if there is any opportunity for Laba to work, call us too!”

"OK!"

A pig-killing feast is like the wings of a butterfly, flapping people in all directions.

And Song Tan just shouted again:

“Mom, Lao Zhao called and said that the radish and cabbage sold well before were very good, and he was planning to bring a cart back to sell them tomorrow—whose family will I collect first tomorrow?”

Of course, Lao Zhao’s business is not as simple as this sentence. As for the radishes and cabbages he bought for 5 yuan or 5 yuan, he more than doubled them when he went back, and all the ones he bought became repeat customers, which was a shameless compliment...

It can only be said that Lao Zhao stared at the newly issued membership cards and was laughing so hard that he couldn't even see his eyes.

And Ulan’s distress is—

“Will you be harvesting tomorrow? I’m planning to ask the villagers to help with the harvesting tomorrow. If he harvests radishes and cabbages, there will be two or three less people to work with.”

How many people are there in the village now? !

Update 2, good night. This chapter is a foreshadowing of the plot after the pig-killing feast.

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