Li Lanhua was silent for a while when she mentioned her child's future, until Du Mei looked at the golden fruits hanging on the green dwarf trees in front of her and asked loudly:
“Is that an orange tree?”
It was far away, so Ulan couldn't see it clearly, but he knew that the only things they could grow here and still bear fruit at this time were oranges.
Hence he nodded affirmatively, and then twisted the handlebar:
“I can pick more today!”
This orange grove is also a short slope. The orange trees look short from a distance, but they are more than two meters high when viewed up close.
The shiny green leaves seem to be waxed, becoming increasingly oily under the sunlight. The golden oranges hung among the branches and leaves, making the branches fall so heavy that they could not stand straight up at all.
Hearing the commotion, an elderly lady walked out of the yard. She looked to be in her 70s, with a stooped back. When she saw everyone, she laughed:
“Pick oranges, right? You can pick them as you please, and I’ll weigh them for you when you’re done.”
“What did she say?” Teacher Tang asked cautiously, but Du Mei didn’t understand either.
On the other hand, Aunt Lianhua laughed: "Let us pick whatever we want, and we can go to her place later to get weighed. It's the hometown dialect of our older generation, and it's a bit vague. It's okay if you don't understand it. We are here!"
Du Mei was puzzled: "She is an old lady. She is so old. What is she doing with so many oranges? The children at home can't just do it without taking care of them."
Li Lanhua knew this, so she answered again: "Her son did it, but she didn't think much about it when she first planted it. At this time of year, people are still working in other places, so they can only ask the old lady to think of something." "
After all, it costs one yuan per catty. It is really impossible to make money from orange trees. It is better to go out to work.
Everyone looked at the orange trees in front of them, and saw that each one of them was strong and stocky, but the branches were in a messy shape. It was obvious that they had not been managed and pruned, and the fruits were also dense and uneven.
Teacher Tang immediately put all thoughts of chatting behind him. He was so happy that he seemed to have fallen into the farmhouse's hand-picking project (although it seemed to be similar, but the price difference was huge), and then imitated everyone else and took out the plastic bag from his pocket. Come on, shake violently in mid-air:
“I feel like this bag can hold 20 pounds!”
Ulan also laughed: "Teacher Tang, you can pick whatever you want! Isn't it only 100 yuan for you to pick 100 kilograms? I'll pay for it for you!"
Teacher Tang was stunned.
That's right. In the past, picking grapes at a farmhouse cost 10 yuan. Now it costs only 1 yuan a pound. Why can't I convert it in half a day?
Think about it, it only costs 100 to haul a sack!
Rounding up, this is free of charge!
She shook the bag happily and said, "It's okay! You don't need it! I have money! I'll pay for it today!"
Li Lanhua on the side looked at it and suddenly realized -
“This is what your spending habits are, right?”
Unexpectedly, Teacher Tang said seriously: "This is not the case."
She was serious and said something like this: "This is a reasonable plan - I want 100 kilograms of oranges to be useful!"
No matter how useful it is, you alone weigh 100 kilograms. Can you finish it?
Li Lanhua became vigilant and reminded: "You can't send these oranges! The express delivery fee is very expensive. Isn't this the price of a plate of tofu and meat!"
She really had this idea. After all, sending goose feathers from a thousand miles away is more of a gift than a gift! But this toll sounds a bit silly...
She then quickly said: "How is it possible? I am not the person to do this kind of thing. I plan to go back and make canned oranges if I can't finish them."
Now it was Ulan's turn to be dumbfounded: "Teacher Tang, how expensive is it for us to make our own cans? Each glass bottle costs one yuan, and we have to re-adjust the packaging line on the mountain. If you want to eat it, I'll let Tan I’ll buy it for you. It costs 6 yuan a bottle in the supermarket, and there are two or three oranges in it!”
Teacher Tang:…
Okay, okay, you don't have any emotions at all, right? Does that 6 yuan bottle of canned orange have a soul?
The little old lady became angry: "That's all I said, actually I plan to use this to make tea - orange peel with Pu'er or Pagoda Dianhong, both are very interesting!"
Finally, he came to an area that everyone didn’t understand. Wu Lan opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but couldn’t. After trying for a long time, he could only say:
“Okay! It’s good to make tea, very good.”
While everyone was chatting, they saw a few broken baskets piled up in the corner of the garden. They quickly put the plastic bags away again, and then each of them scattered to choose their favorite tree -
Pick!
Oops, there are so many of them, I can’t even pick them all... How come these oranges can grow so long!
…
Picking fruits is a very addictive thing. Everyone was chatting and laughing as they passed by the orange trees one by one and quickly filled their baskets.
And Li Lanhua was still upset: "Oh! I originally thought I would only get twenty or thirty kilograms, but looking at the basket I have and the bagging I have, I'm afraid it will weigh more than fifty kilograms!"
"It's okay!" Ulan quickly comforted her: "These oranges last a long time, so you can eat them slowly. If you really feel like there are too many, just give me the extra ones. We have a lot of family members, so we should eat them quickly!"
Wulan was not lying about this. After all, she had planned to pick a hundred or ten kilograms of oranges by herself. An extra ten or twenty kilograms of Li Lanhua would not be a problem at all.
Li Lanhua nodded: "Okay! I'll go to the scale first."
The old lady by the yard was really old. She didn’t even have a decent electronic scale at home, so she just took out a medium-sized old scale of unknown age. The heavy weights were hung on it, and the scale rod couldn’t support it at all.
Here, Ulan is still trying to persuade Teacher Tang:
"Is this orange peel tea good to drink? Teacher Tang, how about we try it and get the taste, but don't make too much."
Teacher Tang vowed: “I will just keep it in my pocket!”
At the same time, he also sighed to Wu Lan: "The pure natural aroma of oranges is mixed with the aroma of tea, and it tastes very flavorful. By the way, I plan to teach Qiao Qiao later, so you can also learn from me?"
“I can’t learn, I can’t learn!” Ulan’s retreat sounded louder than anyone else: She is already this old, how can she learn any new knowledge!
What's more, making tea... I'm afraid it's not as fancy as in the TV series. Can Qiao Qiao learn this thing?
“Why not?” The old lady was very confident:
“You have found a good teacher for Qiao Qiao. I see that Xin Jun has been reminding her every day. Qiao Qiao is in the best condition now.”
“Besides, our Qiao Qiao is so handsome, aren’t you curious about what he looks like when he is sitting there calmly making tea?”
Teacher Tang smiled expectantly: "I can guarantee that you will be more handsome than ordinary men!"
Second update, good night.
It's been a long time since I updated late at night. I'm so sleepy...