Vol 311 Chapter 599: 599 sweet potato cellar

Chapter 599 599. Sweet Potato Cellar

Oh my God, why haven’t I thought of such a useful thing before? Song Tan instantly sighed: If I had known earlier, I don't know how much trouble I would have saved this year.

But it doesn’t matter, make up for it and buy it today. Just crushers, there are many choices for those who sell agricultural machinery in town!

But before that, the seventh cousin had another instruction:

“Tantan, you are very energetic, go and tidy up your old cellar later, and then go down to the bottom to restore this wine jar.”

This old cellar is naturally not dedicated to storing wine, but because the older generation suffered from hunger and famine, and the conditions at that time were limited and they could not buy things at any time, so every household had a cellar to store food.

Song Tan still remembers from his childhood that this cellar was basically used for stacking sweet potatoes. And not in the yard, but on the **** next to the back of the house.

But unlike urban fantasy, this cellar is cool and dry, but for the child, what it brings is not a sense of happiness filled with warehouses, but a grass crawler (a particularly multi-legged insect) crawling back and forth in the cellar. …

It is true that it is full of shadows.

Song Tan cleared his throat: "Okay!"

Ulan was a little surprised: "That sweet potato cellar hasn't been used for more than ten years. Cousin, do you still remember it?"

First of all, my family has not grown so many sweet potatoes for many years. Secondly, the entrance of this sweet potato cellar is a bit small and there is no ladder or anything. It is all pulled by ropes and is only suitable for children or thin people.

So after she gave birth to Qiaoqiao and gradually gained weight, she hardly ever went out, and she gradually became wasted.

Now that the seventh cousin brought it up, she was really surprised.

"What don't I know? I was the one who was in charge of you and Sancheng's marriage! Besides, when your father originally hired people to dig this cellar, he also asked me to cook."

The seventh cousin also sighed.

In fact, most people dig this grain cellar, and their brothers help with the work. But in the old Song family, Song Sancheng was not married when this cellar was dug, Song Dafang left home at a young age, and the family simply did not have enough labor force...

At that time, Song Youde wasted two kilograms of white flour, caught two fish, and then asked him to put together two dishes and accompany him as a guest...

I don’t usually use it, so I wouldn’t think of it. Nowadays, if there is such a good wine, let alone digging out this sweet potato cellar from memory, even if it is not available, the seventh cousin can order one to be dug out!

Anyway, no one should want to spoil this good wine.

With all this going on, Song Sancheng was worried that the sweet potato cellar had not been used for many years, and he didn't know what was going on.

While worrying about his driver's license.

At the same time, I was thinking that if Ulan passed and he failed, it would be embarrassing to tell the truth! He can't keep his face off...

With his thoughts, he had forgotten about the jar full of sorghum and rice.

Song Tan, on the other hand, expressed regret: "Hey, the time is not right. If Brother Yanping is still here and the fishing group is still there, I can make a fortune by buying this on the spot to make nests."

She spoke in a very relaxed tone, and she was obviously just having fun. The seventh cousin also laughed at her: "You are obsessed with money."

“Don’t worry about making a nest yet, this tank is a good thing. Leave it to feed the pigs, chickens, ducks, or you can feed the fish.”

Song Tan laughed: "Just feed the fish."

The little fish fry that were just put in the pond are filled with strong alcohol, so they are still dizzy and floating all over the pond!

Everyone was chatting happily when suddenly they heard someone shouting outside the door: "Thirty percent, thirty percent!"

Song Sancheng responded and went out, but saw Zhou Maozhu walking into the yard. He was a little embarrassed to see him:

“You, what... do you and Tantan have time in the evening? Come to my house for a meal.”

That won’t work!

Song Sancheng’s first thought was to refuse. Who doesn’t want to eat peach banquet and eat Yangchun noodles instead?

Moreover, okay, why should we invite him and Tantan to dinner?

嚯!

Song Sancheng instantly became vigilant, especially when he heard that Mao Zhu's son was back - don't introduce a partner to Tan Tan!

That won’t work!

 Hearing Zhou Maozhu talk about his son giving gifts before, Song Sancheng knew that this kid must not be very good at it! Can't have it.

The thoughts in his mind were whirling all over the place, and Zhou Maozhu was also embarrassed.

Seeing this, Song Tan quickly came over: "Uncle, what's the matter?"

Zhou Maozhu then gritted his teeth and said, "Tantan, you are now capable and knowledgeable. I was thinking that my son might be a little hairy outside, so you could come over to have a meal and give me some advice..."

"You said that people who earn more and earn less must be stable, right? Tianyu's salary is ten thousand or twenty thousand a month, and he has been working for two or three years. When I asked his mother, he only had three melons and two dates on hand - so what? Live a good life?”

"He is not happy to let him come back. We are two old bones, and we have squeezed all the oil and can't come up with the down payment. What should we do? What should we do if we don't have a nest?"

He rubbed his hands nervously: "I just thought that since you are almost the same age, he would listen to what you say."

Poor parents in the world!

Song Sancheng couldn't help but think of what the couple thought when Tantan didn't come back -

Let the children stay in the provincial capital to start a family, and only come back for a day or two during the holidays.

Just thinking about it, I feel so sour in my heart!

Just like Qiaoqiao's situation, asking her to come back would be a drag. Only then did he endure it, and instead advised Song Tan to stay in the provincial capital.

Although life is getting more and more prosperous now, the bitterness of the past years cannot be erased by a word or two.

Looking at Zhou Maozhu's tangled look now, he immediately reacted. I felt the same way.

Looking at Song Tan again, she also smiled brightly: "Uncle, what's the matter? Just tell me."

“Hey, by the way, tell my aunt to stop cooking and come to my house to eat in the evening. Some of the wine I brewed just came out of the cellar in the afternoon. Come and have a drink with my dad.”

If you ask someone for help at home, why do you go to someone else’s house to have a meal? Besides, things from Song Tan's house are so expensive...

Zhou Maozhu blushed with embarrassment and refused repeatedly, but in the end he could not resist Song Sancheng, so he turned around and called for help.

As soon as he left, Song Sancheng's face dropped:

“We don’t have many kilograms of wine left in total…”

Divide a little of this and a little of that, and now there are only a few dozen kilograms left.

“It’s okay, Dad.”

Song Tan comforted him: "Next year we will grow more grains, and we will have plenty of good wine by then."

Besides, the wine was strong enough, and if the group of people drank it together, they probably wouldn't be able to consume much.

What’s more, this thing is not something you drink every day. It’s best to drink it in small amounts or not at all.

But Song Tan didn't say this.

She only advised: "When the tea leaves appear in a while, Uncle Zhou will still have to fry tea leaves for us. It's not worth it to treat people to a drink."

Especially since there is a young man in his family who can do a lot of work!

It is so difficult for a young person to work hard in a big city. Why not go home and help her peel sweet potatoes?

It doesn’t matter if you don’t have a good brain. You don’t need to have a bad brain to peel sweet potatoes.

(End of this chapter)

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