Chapter 839 839. A job for grandpa
“Boom!”
With the merciless movements of the excavator, the old house that carried Song Youde's half-life memories finally collapsed quickly.
Amid this sound, misty dust surrounded the surroundings. Song Tan quickly took two steps back: "Grandpa, stop looking!"
Song Youde sighed: "Look again, look again..."
This is not something that should be ignored, but it is currently under construction here. There are many workers and piles of materials. Song Youde is old. What if there is a stumbling block?
Not only him, but also grandma, who was looking forward to the new house, came over to take a look.
Song Tan couldn't stop him, but he thought he had to arrange something for the old couple to do!
“Grandpa, our sweet potatoes are ready to be dug. The sweet potato vines on them are growing quite well. We plan to transport them back to feed the cattle and sheep. If you are free, can you ride your tricycle to help transport the sweet potato vines?”
Now that the rushes are gone, the old man has nothing to do, but he is just getting nervous every day!
Hearing what Song Tan said, the old couple instantly became energetic: "Okay! When are you going to send it out? Let's go and pick up the vines in advance."
When can this happen?
Song Tan resolutely said: "Now!"
Not only did she ask the old couple to help clean up the vines, she also assigned them an additional task:
“Grandpa and grandma, if you were not so busy, could you pick out the tender ones when harvesting the vines? My seventh cousin said you can pickle them and eat them in the winter.”
Their sweet potato vines are growing extremely prosperously, and the weather in autumn is also suitable for plant growth. Although the vines above are old, there are still many young branches.
Since it can be eaten, it cannot be wasted. His granddaughter has made millions in business, and she has also encouraged him to call on the old men and women in the village to make money together. Now that she has a job, the old man is doing his part!
As soon as I touched the key in my pocket, I hurried to the yard, calling my grandma at the same time: "Lifen, take two small sickles and bring them with you, and two more baskets!"
Song Tan followed slowly behind him, hiding his merit and fame.
Of course, she didn’t hide it either.
The old man was impatient at work, and before Ulan could say anything, the two of them rode up the mountain. The old mother had no choice but to grab Song Tan:
“Grandma You was resting well and suddenly ran up the mountain again. What are you planning to do?”
Song Tan smiled as lightly as possible: "Aren't the sweet potatoes on the mountain about to be harvested? I asked them to pick the sweet potato vines..."
On the other hand, he looked at the seventh cousin innocently: "Seventh cousin, didn't you say that the pickled sweet potato sticks are sour and crispy, so they are especially good for rice!"
“That’s really good for dinner.” The seventh cousin took a puff of cigarette and looked at her strangely:
“You’re pretty good at finding work...it’s good. They just can’t sit still, so they would be more comfortable if they had something to do.”
He then persuaded Ulan: "Tantan has arranged this matter very well. If she doesn't mention the sweet potato vine, I will mention it later."
“I’ll fry you some sweet potato sticks with minced pepper and minced meat. Maybe they’ll be more appetizing to you than sour cowpeas!”
Ulan thought for a while: "Just cut the vines and then pick out the young stalks?"
The work sounds like serious work, but I don’t know why. With Song Tan’s expression, it always makes people feel weird, as if there is no work but manufacturing work.
On the other hand, Qiaoqiao, who had just handed in her homework, raised her hand: "I know, I know! It's like picking beans on TV!"
"What are you picking up beans for?" Xin Jun was correcting his homework when he heard the words and interrupted.
I heard Qiao Qiao say: "That's right, that lady punished the concubine by making her kneel on the ground to pick up beans. If the red beans and green beans are mixed together, it will be a big pot!"
"Bah, bah, bah!" Ulan glared at him: "What metaphor is that? Can it be said like this?"
But then I thought about bringing this scene into perspective. I laughed out loud first, and then quickly held it back:
"You can't say that to your grandparents, who are they so busy for? Hurry up and help me." Qiao Qiao was at a loss for a moment: "But I'm still in class."
Ulan sighed: "I'm not talking about you, I'm talking about your sister."
So, his sister Qiaoqiao spoke:
“Then let Qiao Qiao go and help, and at the same time go to the mountain to live broadcast. You are not active in live broadcasting this month, so don’t go back and rush to meet the deadline and start broadcasting in the middle of the night.”
Qiaoqiao's eyes widened in surprise: "Sister, how did you know I was going to broadcast it in the middle of the night!"
“Brother Yan Ping said that there are children who can’t fall asleep after studying in the middle of the night. It happens that our vegetables are picked in the middle of the night. It is very regular and suitable for obsessive-compulsive disorder and hypnosis. Let me take some time to broadcast it.”
Song Tan:…
I can see it, I will do whatever it takes to make up for the time... What's so interesting about chopping melons and vegetables in the middle of the night?
But seeing how happy Qiao Qiao was, she waved her hand: "Go ahead and broadcast if you like. Now go help your grandparents."
And Qiaoqiao looked at Xin Jun: "But I still have to go to class..."
Xin Jun waved his hand: "You go ahead and I will make up for your homework later."
Wulan watched from the side, thinking how obedient this silly son was now being commanded by Tantan!
Just as he was about to say something, he saw a familiar dark face rushing in from outside the yard:
“Zhang Yanping! Zhang Yanping, are you there? Boss Xiao Song, are you there?”
Song Tan turned his head and couldn't help but feel happy - isn't this the very rich Brother Ni Loach!
Brother Nilu still has a room in their staff dormitory, and he is very enthusiastic about paying 3,000 a month. But he doesn't live there permanently. It is said that he is newlywed and his wife will explode if he lives here...
In short, Zhang Yanping greeted him with surprise: "What's wrong? Is our bait particularly good?"
“Okay! It’s good!” Loach nodded repeatedly and was very happy at the moment. He even took photos and videos to show him the results of everyone’s work in the middle of the night and all morning.
Zhang Yanping waved his hand: "I won't watch the video. I know."
Anyone wakes up and scrolls through their WeChat Moments, only to find that all the fishermen are eager to refresh their screen. Each person posts seven or eight fish in a row, showing off the fish in his hand in all directions...
Zhang Yanping: ...If it weren't for this, he wouldn't have directly asked if the bait was good just now. He really couldn't stand this group of air force swiping the screen!
But now that I had the right words, I felt more at ease, so I turned around and started doing the questionnaire:
“Brother Loach, tell me. How much does this bait for making nests cost before you try it?”
Loach thought about how proud he was of carrying a bucket around the community three times today, and at this moment he hated iron more than steel:
"Make a nest, make a nest, how do you know how to make a nest?"
“I’m telling you, you’re really wasting your natural resources by selling your bait to make nesting materials—brother, can’t we expand our business and sell fishing bait directly?”
The beginning of the month is really tough. It’s only been a week since October. I’ve taken cold medicine three times, mainly because of a headache.
I am currently exercising and will recover after my menstrual period in the middle of the month (it has not yet arrived). It may be more comfortable for everyone to update when the time comes.
Good night first.
It has been raining for a month. I really want to bask in the sun! !
(End of this chapter)