Chapter 564 564. Tan Tan is out
Cut the green leeks into sections and put them in the pot. Cut the green scallions into sections, leaving only the white part of the scallions and cut them into pieces.
“Crack! Pah! Pah!
Put the knife on the chopping board three times to smash the white garlic cloves and tender yellow ginger. The seventh cousin held up a big kitchen knife and quickly and skillfully cut a few more times, cutting everything into fine pieces.
Wait until the oil in the pan is hot -
“Stab it!”
The shrimps are put into the pot directly without cutting off the heads and tails, and then quickly turn into a fragrant orange-red color. Just stir-fry them twice, and the whole pot of shrimps has changed color.
Put it out, wash the pan and heat the oil, then put in the minced onion, **** and garlic and stir-fry until fragrant. Cut off the leeks, add a few green onions, sprinkle some salt, and add a little bit of sugar to enhance the flavor...
“Suck!”
Lao Zhao stood at the door of the kitchen and refused to leave!
“Let me eat a bowl! Eat a bowl before leaving! I will eat a bowl!”
“It’s really impossible! It’s really impossible! The customer has urged me so many times. If I go back later, the fish won’t be able to hold on. Hurry up—”
"You go back first, I'll wait for the next trip... Nephew, it smells so good here, do you have no nose? Why can you say such cold words!"
The eldest nephew said to himself that Aunt Wulan said that I worked hard and filled a large bowl alone...
Ahem, of course, Lao Zhao cannot know this.
He then pressed his hand hard: "Let's go, there is no next car, this is the last car! Besides, you haven't eaten enough?"
While others were working in the pond, the eldest nephew kept humming. Only Lao Zhao was fishing for water chestnut vines by the waterside, picking out a few and eating them. In a whole morning, his mouth turned white after eating water chestnut rice!
That's it, why do you have the nerve to stay at noon?
Lao Zhao’s belly is round!
Even with dragging and pulling, the young man had a lot of muscles and forcefully placed Lao Zhao in the passenger seat.
When the car started, Ulan also breathed a sigh of relief:
"Old Zhao, if he really wants to stay, we won't care about the job. Isn't it the same as if he was separated or died?"
Song Tan just came back from the mountain carrying a basket of watermelons. He was happy when he heard this: "He looks like that, he is totally different from my eldest niece!"
Speaking of Zhao Fangyuan——
“She said that my grandpa’s house is simple and the drawings are ready. Let’s take a look at the options. The construction team said that construction can start at the end of September.”
“The factory building on the mountain is waiting for us to look at it. She will come over and lay the foundation first. It is also September, and it will be almost ready.”
Ouch, isn’t that just right?
The fish is gone, the vegetables are gone, and the watermelons are no longer available for sale.
The pigs have not grown up, and the chickens and ducks are laying eggs, but it is only enough for household consumption and storage.
The corn in the field can be harvested again, but only one or two acres of land can be harvested in one morning.
There are also some mung beans and sesame seeds, and it won’t be too late to harvest them in October.
This chestnut will definitely be ripe by the end of September, but when the house is built, they don’t need to do anything, and it won’t affect it!
Ulan calculated the time: it is now the end of July, the weather is hot, and working in the open air in the dog days of next month will be even more unbearable.
By September, the temperature will still be over 30 degrees Celsius, but the temperature difference between day and night will be different, and autumn is here. After building the house by then, it will not affect their farming...
"Okay, okay! After eating, I will show the paintings to your father and the others. After all, I think they can live here for another ten or twenty years, so they have to choose carefully."
After all, the old couple are hard-working and in good health. They are usually very healthy, but this year they are even more energetic.
Moreover, when Zhao Fangyuan produces drawings, he always includes renderings and construction drawings.
They may not be able to understand the construction drawings, but the renderings were made on a computer, with red walls and green tiles. Not to mention how beautiful they are. When the time comes, the old couple will look at them and dream about the new house. It will be right! And now, their family is entertaining the folks at noon!
…
In fact, there are not many guests, just Zhou Maozhu and three villagers who help with fishing. They are all about the same age as Song Sancheng. They are in poor health and cannot go out to work in the factory for a long time.
Otherwise, at their age, if they go out to work as small laborers, they can always earn one to two hundred, two to three hundred per day -
“As I get older, the bosses don’t like it! There is also less work on construction sites now.”
"Yes, and go outside to talk to the boss. The boss of a big project has his own team. For a small one, he delays wages..."
Song Sancheng paused while pouring the tea: "Didn't I hear that now that migrant workers work, their bosses have to pay a sum of money to the government for fear of delaying wages?"
“That’s a big project!”
Song Tan from the same village called Uncle Chen and held out five fingers: "I did it the year before last. I ran all the way to the plateau! I felt like the world was spinning when I exerted myself."
“The boss brought hundreds of people, but after the work was done, they didn’t give us any wages, and we didn’t get any wages either. We had to wait in sub-zero temperatures every day, and it was so remote that we couldn’t even buy instant noodles…”
“Finally, I asked the government over there to pay my salary. Alas, the boss is also unlucky. His boss doesn’t give him any money, but he still has to endure it.”
“But there’s no way, we can’t stand it anymore. Besides, the salary for this kind of big job is not high, less than 8,000 yuan a month…”
Song Sancheng sighed when he heard this: "Fortunately, I got the money in the end - come, come, come, drink tea, and give you guys a taste of my tea!"
The hot tea has just been brewed, and everyone is immersed in the slightest worry. No one moves, and they just sigh: "With all this trouble, it will be hard to find a job in the past two years."
Song Sancheng moved his mouth and wanted to say that according to Tantan's plan, many people would have to work in the second half of the year.
But in the end he said nothing and just picked up the teacup again:
“Thank you for helping me these past two days, come on, come on, have a taste of my tea!”
With this reminder, everyone can smell this fragrance!
Song Sancheng treated guests sincerely and brought good tea. None of you have a tea garden of several acres in your family. You know a lot about tea, especially local tea!
“Hey! Thirty percent, your tea seems to have been cultivated at a great cost. It smells so good!”
“Are you really investing millions? Is this Tantan’s idea? How come this kid is so successful!”
So I thought he was bragging!
The tea plantation has not seen any big action, so why invest millions? What kind of family do they have? Who in the village doesn’t know who they are? Where did the millions come from?
It is estimated that the investment in Yutang Taoyuan is more than ten or two hundred thousand yuan!
But now smell the fragrance—
“Old Song, was the several million you invested as a bank loan? Is the interest rate particularly high?”
“You’ve loaned so much money, can’t I count it as low agricultural interest for you?”
“Then I guess the interest will be quite a lot. My son bought that house with a loan of 300,000 yuan, and the interest in 30 years will be 310,000 yuan!”
“Thirty percent, we are on our own and can drink tea leaves. You should hurry up and sell such good tea. We don’t care about this.”
“Yes! But you are lucky! Look at Tantan, she is capable of taking out such a big loan. This is a lot of money!”
Song Sancheng was bewildered while holding the teacup: ...I haven’t said a word yet!
I went to look at the information before writing last night, and the expansion was so interesting that I watched it for three hours at a time!
Sin, sin, sin…
Working is real. My dad went to Qinghai to dig roads last year, earning 7,500 a month. As a result, the epidemic was closed for more than half a month. A group of people slept in iron shacks until they couldn't bear it in subzero temperatures, and they were not allowed to return...
In the end, after more than a month, the government wrote a special note (really write a note, take the note and get on the train) to arrange for all of them (several hundred migrant workers) to enter the station before they can come back.
(End of this chapter)