Chapter 697 697. Cousin
Cousin Seven's timing was just right. It's a hot day now, and after only soaking for a few hours, the soybeans have already swelled up and are glowing with tenderness in the basin -
Hiss Liu.
Rao is a cook who lacks everything, but when the seventh cousin saw it, he couldn't help but think about the pigs in the back mountain.
Then the hoof is burned and stewed with these soybeans. How fragrant it will be!
Think again of the soybeans in the warehouse—even though they are only interplanted in five acres of chestnut orchards, the yield is really good. Although a group of rice cooks at home consume a lot, plus what was used today, there is still more than a thousand kilograms!
Calculating what to eat, it will be more than enough to last until the New Year.
He and Song Tan discussed it in the morning, and surprisingly they used 400 kilograms of soybeans!
If Song Tan hadn't agreed to help, how could he have supported Zhang Yanping, who could no longer lift his arms, to wash the soybeans and soak them bit by bit?
After lunch, Aunt Lianhua had just tidied up the kitchen and scrubbed the three large pots and stoves without even a speck of oil on them. The seventh cousin came to call for someone again with a smile:
“Yan Ping, cook all these beans!”
Song Tan was asked to help with lifting the beans, but Zhang Yanping had to guard the beans alone!
Zhang Yanping was about to cry but had no tears: "Seventh cousin, Dr. Guo said I have to exercise, but he didn't ask you to do it to death! Do you have to cook all these hundreds of kilograms of beans today?"
“What else should we do?”
The seventh cousin was also very helpless: "These beans have been soaked. If you can't finish cooking them today and they sprout tomorrow, don't you have to continue moving the beans?"
He had an expression of "I am doing this for my own good as a young man", which made him look particularly sincere.
But Zhang Yanping was in even more pain—then couldn’t he just do a hundred pounds today? He looked really embarrassed dragging these four hundred kilograms of soybeans!
Although it was just dragged from the warehouse to the pool in the yard.
Tantan also helped carry two big bags.
But even if it was just a simple wash, only a few black beans and bad beans could be picked out, and his Tai Chi water tank skill was almost perfected!
As long as he had the ability to stir up water when he was a child, he would have gone to Shaolin Martial Arts School instead of 211!
At this moment, he raised his two strong black arms, trembling all the time. It was obvious that today's labor force had been squeezed to the end.
Ah this.
Song Tan thought to himself, he is his cousin after all, so he can’t be squandering all the benefits like this! Didn’t Wang Xiaoshun say that? Tomorrow we will start making watermelon jam on the mountain.
Cousin, I’ll use it tomorrow.
She then quickly said: "Oh, Brother Yanping, I didn't even notice you were so tired... Take a rest! I'll cook the beans for lunch!"
Zhang Yanping burst into tears of gratitude.
He really believed that his cousin didn't notice that he was exerting too much force.
Because she is so strong, it’s like a top student doesn’t understand the hardships of a poor student. A person with strong strength probably doesn’t know how hard it is for a weak person to work, right?
At this moment, my eyes were full of tears: "Tan Tan..."
Song Tan calmly accepted his gratitude and stood in front of the stove. Under the slight heat created by the free air conditioning and the flames in the kitchen, he put another piece of firewood in.
She thought to herself: How silly... No, it's so simple!
What's so tiring about cooking beans? There is air conditioning but no heat. Just watch the fire and stir the beans from time to time.
If Zhang Yanping really took over this job and went up to the mountain to dry the beans for Master Qian tomorrow, she wouldn't be able to bear it, would she?
To put it into perspective, it’s not that I exploited my relatives too much, it’s that my cousin didn’t live up to expectations!
Hey, what a pity, there is still a cousin who is not on duty.
Zhang Yanping had been studying essays at home for several months. At this moment, he had no idea that his cousin was dangerous. He took a nice nap at this moment, and then he felt that he had regained his energy.
By the way, he also competently helped Qiao Qiao look at the backstage of the live broadcast—Xin Jun took a nap for half an hour in the morning. During this half hour, the number of viewers in the live broadcast room dropped, so he can reward...
How come there are still people who give rewards?
He doesn’t understand!
What's the matter? Can't even a contemporary netizen grasp the current live broadcast ecosystem?
Looking through Qiaoqiao's past live broadcasts, he found that as long as the frequency of "hypnosis", "so sleepy" and "falling asleep" is high, there will be a lot of rewards. The top three fans on the list are basically related to sleep. related.
Ah this.
He thought about it in his mind, then stretched himself, looked at the time, and walked downstairs slowly.
Qiao Qiao is in class with Xin Jun. Professor Song and his apprentice are said to be revising their papers. Aunt Lianhua had sent her mother-in-law to help weave straw mats before, so she didn't have to worry about that. She had nothing to do at noon, so she took out a new roll of plastic cloth, wiped it carefully, and spread it out in the yard to dry.
Looking at the other party’s slightly dark complexion and the large beads of sweat on his face, Zhang Yanping clicked his tongue and shook his head: It’s really hard work to be a diligent person!
Looking further ahead, Wu Lan and Song Sancheng saw that it was not yet time to practice driving. At this moment, the two of them worked together to lift a big dustpan and wipe the cars there.
There are several standing against the wall next to it.
Ulan was still thinking: "I'll finish weaving this straw mat tomorrow and ask our dad to make us a few more large and small dustpans, baskets and the like."
"Sure." Song Sancheng nodded: "He has been selling his straw mat for two months, and he probably earned a hundred thousand... They are so beautiful!"
If nothing else, the old couple just looked through their coffin books, and they have never saved so much money in their entire lives!
Of course, Tan Tan earns more, a few hundred thousand.
“Let’s see! I’ll definitely plant more rushes next year... Let’s wait until winter. We’ve probably finished weaving the winter straw mats, and there’s not much work to do. I’ll go chop some bamboo and ask my dad to make more for us.”
Ulan nodded: "Look, Lotus's mother-in-law can do this job. It costs 70 yuan per bed. We also send the tea foam and herbal tea there..."
She calculated the accounts: "Oh! Lotus! Your mother-in-law makes two thousand yuan a month for weaving straw mats!"
Little did she know that the lotus smile was brighter than hers:
"It's not just that! My mother-in-law has been paralyzed for a few years. She used to be famous for her dexterity - Uncle Song said she was good at knitting. For 120 per bed, she could knit eight beds a week!"
As for other patterns... the old people in the village may not know a few of them, but their knitting skills are really indispensable.
So if you think about it this way, Grandma Lianhua can get 4,000 yuan a month. Lianhua, on the other hand, does so much work in a month, and the salary increase is about the same.
But Lianhua is obviously very open-minded—weaving straw mats can only be done for a few months a year, but if she can take care of her mother-in-law for this job, where can she find one?
Ulan thought about it for a while, and finally gave the details in advance:
"When the canteen on the mountain is built in the future, you two will eat with us. Our food will be better!"
“Really?!” Aunt Lianhua’s eyes lit up.
The yield of soybeans per mu is 200 to 800 jins.
This is to make up for yesterday.
(End of this chapter)