Chapter 418 418. Help from the back
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Ulan glanced at her and said, "Are you tolerant and just send people to the mountain behind?"
Song Tan nodded: "The ripe melons on our mountain are all big melons. Uncle Zhang's legs and feet are not convenient. It is too hard for one person to pick melons and carry them to the car."
“You said Brother Wu Lei, a young and strong young man, if he doesn’t do hard work, who will?”
Good guy!
Song Sancheng couldn't help but glance at his daughter, and then asked her: "If you really want to be lazy, can you still beat him?"
"How is that possible?" Song Tan smiled and said, "My brother Wu Lei doesn't care about anything else, but he still has a lot of face."
Let’s talk about people, as long as they have to pay attention to etiquette and integrity, even if they go astray for a while, they can still go back to some extent.
Why else would you go to all this trouble?
“My uncle Zhang eats more salt than he eats rice. How can I still not cure him?”
That's right, Wu Lei wore a straw hat and walked through the back mountain, through the woods, and then around to the peach forest in a happy mood.
There are also not-so-good memories of him and Lili here. It is also because of the live broadcast here that it is called the Waterloo of Lili's career...
But now it is a good place for me to be lazy.
Just say that under the deep and shallow shadows under the fence, you can still reach the bright red tomatoes with your hand. How wonderful!
Speaking of the peach grove, there are also shaded places where you can play. Even on the outermost layer, there is the straw shed that Uncle Zhang built to keep vigil at night...
With Uncle Zhang here, the dog and the goose will not come here easily. As long as he finds a feng shui treasure spot, he can refresh his mobile phone for a whole day!
Just as I was dreaming happily, I heard Uncle Zhang shout: "Cousin Tantan, right? Come on, young man, give me a hand and send this big watermelon to the tricycle."
Uncle Zhang sighed: "My legs and feet are not good, and I'm old. It's really hard!"
Wulei was stunned.
He didn’t have any doubts at all. At this moment, he only responded enthusiastically: “Okay!”
Then he stretched out his hands, his body sank, and he hugged the big melon weighing twenty kilograms!
…
At the bottom of the mountain, Song Tan saw that the bag of rice in his hand was almost full. At this moment, he called Zhang Yanping for a new bag.
I took the rice to the plastic sealing machine on the side, wrapped it in a thick plastic bag prepared in advance, and then vacuumed and compressed it -
Soon, a five kilogram bag of rice was packed like a square brick.
When the seventh cousin saw this, he asked, "Why are you doing this? We eat at home, so we don't need to pretend like this."
Song Tan thought of the beautiful bouquet that had been kept at her grandfather's house for more than a week before it withered. At this moment, she responded: "I sent it as a gift. I will send it out in the afternoon."
Ulan also remembered something: "By the way, Tantan, pack a few more 10-pound bags and send them back to Yanping's family, your uncle's family, and your aunt's family..."
As for the uncle’s family, no one mentions it at all now.
Wullan didn’t mention it, Song Youde was silently picking up the gravel in the flower bed and didn’t say a word when he heard the words.
“Okay!”
As Song Tan spoke, he weighed and packed the bags neatly, and then couldn't help but ask again: "Brother Yan Ping, are you really not going to go back and take a few days off?"
Zhang Yanping waved his hand: "It's okay to take a vacation, but there's no need to go back."
There is no need to clock in when working here, just wake up with the smell of rice. It is no different from a holiday.
He is not like Wu Lei, who does hard work every day.
“My mother and I are video chatting every day, and it’s really not appropriate to go home recently.”
These days in the countryside, everyone feels that there is no future and they have to run to the city with all their heart. It is best to have an iron rice bowl.
But... Zhang Yanping thought to himself: Where else can an iron rice bowl have such food?
He even took stock of his savings and couldn't help but wonder if he could buy a homestead in the village and build a house himself when Party Secretary Xiaozhu comes next time...
If possible, he would love his seventh cousin Tan Tan Qiao Qiao for the rest of his life! But this matter needs to be considered in the long run. Firstly, it will be difficult for his mother to pass, and secondly, the money on hand is not enough.
After thinking about it, Zhang Yanping looked through Taotaobao’s backstage messages again:
“Tantan, a few days ago many customers asked our store if we have old coarse cloth sheets for covering the sofa. Can we use them?”
“No, not on.”
Song Tan answered simply and neatly.
Their village has never been famous for its textile industry. The old coarse cloth sheets are made by the family themselves, and there is really no production volume.
There are basically no people who can do this nowadays. There are a lot of them sold online, so there is no need to force it in this store.
"Okay, what about Qiaoqiao's straw mat? Many people took a liking to his live broadcast yesterday. I watched the replay, and I guess there are people who want it if it's more expensive."
“What straw mat?!”
Song Youde came to the spirit.
“You made it up!”
Zhang Yanping smiled and said: "The green one is like jade, how beautiful it is, and it feels cool when you sleep!"
No, Qiaoqiao doesn't need to turn on the air conditioner to sleep at night, she still has to put up a small quilt.
He couldn't do it. Although it was a bit cold in the village at night, it was only in the second half of the night. The central air conditioner had to be turned on in the first half of the night - it stands to reason that he had a good sleep! Just those old coarse sheets.
Song Youde instantly felt proud: "That's right! I can weave a straw mat with my craftsmanship, it will definitely be stable."
However, I couldn't help but tell the truth: "But the color of the straw mat is so beautiful, I have never seen it before."
After all, the rushes were sprayed with plant ash to repel insects and sterilize, and they were left to dry in the sun...it's strange that they don't fade.
But the grass this time is strange. It has been in the sun for so long, it has shriveled up, and it has also been sterilized and dewormed, but the color is still so fresh and translucent, and it seems to be even better.
Song Youde himself couldn't help admiring this woven bamboo mat for a long time.
“But we didn’t pay attention to the fields. It seems that there is no grass.”
The little old man is not without regrets.
Song Tan suddenly remembered: "Yes."
He pointed to the mountain behind and said, "Grandpa, please wait for two days. I will negotiate the contract with the village and pay the down payment. Then the whole mountain behind will be ours."
"There is a grass pond, and there is a large depression beside it, and all these things grow there."
Actually, she lied. It’s not that much longer, and is even a little sparse.
But grandpa helps the family work every day, but he doesn’t pick tea leaves like grandma. He has a serious job, and he doesn’t want any money...
Now it is more comfortable to find a career for the little old man to do than to take money from his children.
As expected!
Song Youde became energetic instantly. He put down the half-picked stone in his hand and said impatiently, "Where is it? I'll ride over there now to have a look."
Song Tan:…
"No rush, don't let the news leak out first, wait until I finalize the contract."
After the contract is finalized, you should first put some effort into getting that piece of grass out, and then talk about the rest.
Good night, my strawberry poached eggs.
(End of this chapter)