Vol 311 Chapter 410: Is rice sold for 410?

Chapter 410 410. Is the rice for sale?

Grandma Qi shook her head: "I just love eating that soft and sticky fried rice."

Song Tan was not picky anyway: "Okay, after taking over the mountain land next year, there will be plenty of fields. We can plant whatever we want to eat."

“You can get two acres of millet.”

“There is also wheat, so we will plant more this winter.”

"By the way, seventh cousin, there are sorghum and corn planted at the foot of the back mountain. If you don't want to eat whole grain rice later, you can use it to make wine."

"OK!"

The grain wine is brewed by myself. My seventh cousin loves it so much!

He couldn't help but nodded: "Tell me, if I had known you had such a talent for farming, you didn't have enough money to tell me when you paid for the mountain! I still have some capital to lend you, so I can pay more."

Song Tan laughed: "That's not possible."

Not to mention anything else, she initially paid 60,000 yuan to farm her own farm. She could hear Song Sancheng and his wife sighing at night.

Besides, there weren’t that many people at home at the beginning!

Song Tan thought about it: "After I went to the village to sign the contract, during the Chinese New Year, Xiaozhu, the branch secretary, said he would help me find connections to see if any of the young people who returned to the village wanted to stay at home and work in farming."

This way people can turn their hands around.

These words made the seventh cousin worried again—his son...

never mind.

Cousin Seventh forced himself to calm down: the person who will provide for him in old age is right in front of him, so he can’t be greedy.

Once a person is greedy, he will end up with nothing.

At this time, Ulan swept together all the rice husks he had thrown up before, and then carried them back up the mountain in a familiar big red plastic bucket:

"Mom, do you feed the pigs? I'll feed them, and you can rest."

Song Tan shouted quickly.

"Need not!"

Ulan waved his hand: "There aren't many rice husks, so I'll prepare some for pillows tomorrow. I'll take these and feed them to the chickens first."

In the past, all the pillows at home were stuffed with this stuff!

Song Tan thanked Bu Min: "No, no, no!"

Rice husk pillows are just like buckwheat pillows. If they are not turned over frequently, they are prone to mold and insects. She is not that diligent.

Wulan also laughed: "There is no shortage of pillows at home, so what am I doing with them? I'm just teasing you - okay, you can rest, I'll feed the chickens."

The chickens have been raised for several months, and they may be able to lay eggs next month. The rice husks are left for them to dig and play with, and they can also serve as nests for laying eggs.

She walked freely and freely. Her originally squat figure lost weight at some point, but her figure became much stronger and her face was more rosy than before.

Even... Nowadays, during the busy farming season, I have free time to amuse my grown-up children.

Song Tan looked at her back and felt again that it was the best thing to stay in her hometown and farm.

The rice is simmering in the pot, and the wooden pot lid cannot block the alluring aroma at all.

After drinking the rice soup, everyone broke out in a hot sweat. They couldn't help but go out and take a few more sips, and then hungrily took a sip of tea -

Well, my stomach and intestines feel even more dull, and the gurgling sounds come and go.

Sitting there now, my saliva is spreading.

Until nightfall, Song Sancheng and Song Youde happily brought back several baskets of rice on their electric cars. And Wu Lei was holding a sickle, his head lowered, shoulders slumped, staggering back step by step, like an old zombie...

“Is it time to have dinner?”

Wulei, who was tired and hungry, had no idea what everyone expected of them. He had been tortured this afternoon. Now he returned to the yard numbly. He only put down the sickle and climbed directly to the third floor by holding on to the railing of the stairs.

Song Tan also asked: "Brother Wu Lei, do you want to bring food to you?"

 He wanted to raise his hand and say hello, but he felt that his arms and waist were about to break. At this moment, he could only respond in a low voice with tears in his eyes.

If nothing else, he just wanted to wash himself off quickly, then fall on the bed and sleep in darkness.

It would be better if you don’t need to wash it.

But forget it, I can’t afford to lose that sloppy face in front of Qiao Qiao.

At this moment, the seventh cousin quickly mixed the remaining cold dishes and finally started eating!

Everyone didn’t waste another minute to make concessions and went straight into the restaurant and sat down!

At this moment all we have to do is knock the bowls and wait for the rice.

Song Youde originally said he would come back to eat tomorrow, but he couldn't move his legs when he smelled the fragrance of the rice. Song Tan had no choice but to call Qiao Qiao to take her grandma over - there was another table in the kitchen for her family to eat, so it actually didn't affect anything.

Song Tan held his rice bowl in his hands and planned to go to the restaurant to accompany his old classmates to show off their friendship as landlords. However, as soon as he entered, he saw that everyone had already started to cook!

The pleasantries before the meal, the lively chat during the meal, including the invitation to drink and so on...

Nothing at all.

At this moment, everyone has their heads buried, eating and snoring. Where is the restaurant here?

It is clearly another pig farm!

But...it's pretty good.

Song Tan also sat down happily, and then took a big mouthful of rice with satisfaction - the rice was so white, so fragrant and so delicious!

Sitting next to him was the monitor, who was sobbing while eating: "Song Tan, Song Tan, your life is so good, why are you so low-key when you go to school? If you say that the food at home tastes like this, I Is it okay to come to your home as a son-in-law?”

“Don’t worry, there will definitely be no return of the Dragon King in three years…”

"I wouldn't dare!" Song Tan laughed loudly: "I'm afraid your parents will come knocking on your door later."

In their small place, the elderly still take this kind of thing very seriously.

The female classmate next to her was also satisfied after eating and wanted to burst into tears: "That's right! If I had known that your food was so delicious, I would have been your iron sister when I went to school! We would eat, live, sleep, and go back to your place together. At home…”

On the other hand, Wu Qianqian fiercely dug into half a bowl of rice and then managed to regain her senses. Then she haughtily "hummed":

“Song Tan, I will buy 20 kilograms of this rice when it goes out. Tell me how much it costs.”

At worst, she’ll have to ask her dad for it.

Song Tan was stunned for a moment, then looked at Qianqian who had regained her wealth with a smile, and then sighed regretfully: "No, I haven't even beaten out the rice yet."

“And you have seen that the rice grown this year is just that much. Our family has a large population and can eat it, but we don’t have enough, so we don’t sell any of it.”

When these words were spoken, it was like a thunderbolt from the blue, shaking the entire dining table into silence!

After a long time, the squad leader also had tears in his eyes: "Are you really not selling it?"

“It’s really not possible.”

Song Tan shook his head helplessly: "Just tell me, what's the harvest from these two acres of land? Let's look at your appetite. Our family also has the same appetite. It's not enough!"

A group of people who have never done farm work, even if they don’t know anything, they can still think about it in their hearts and know that they will definitely eat a lot in one meal.

But...but this rice is really delicious!

For a time, everyone felt the same pain.

Oh, I wrote to myself that I am hungry...hold it in or else I am afraid that I will fall asleep after eating!

There will be an update, which will be late.

(End of this chapter)

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