Wang Lifen also earned one or two thousand from picking tea leaves in March. Although the speed is a little slow, the quality is not bad!
You cannot hear such words nowadays!
Now I quickly asked: "Am I old at my age?"
Mao Li was stuck again.
She calculated the old lady's age in her mind: You are already seventy or eighty, so you are not considered old?
Wulan didn't expect that this meant something, that she was giving orders to the old lady at home - after all, it wasn't a hard job for everyone to eat together and help each other choose dishes!
Instead, he responded with a smile: "I'm not old, I'm really not old. This year, you and my dad are in good health. It's very good!"
No, the spiritual energy is scattered in the food and tea leaves in front of and behind the house. Subtly, not to mention curing the disease, but mentioning that the spirit is still stable.
Wang Lifen thought about it for a while, and became more and more convinced of the old saying: "Sure enough, we are poor. The more we have work to do, the better we feel."
Ulan smiled at Mao Li again: "Sister-in-law, there were originally a lot of people at noon today, so I was thinking of booking a table at the family cafeteria in the village. That restaurant has good craftsmanship and also cooks in the ground pot. Our mother insisted on it."
Hearing this, the aunt answered decisively: "That's not possible. We have vegetables everywhere, so why should we spend money to eat other people's food? It's so expensive!"
Without hesitation, he sat down in front of a pot of milkvetch and started picking it up, and said, "Where's Tantan? You didn't say how much it cost when you gave me this dish last time. You said this kid has some good stuff left to sell for money." Yeah, why are you giving it to us? My family can’t eat anything."
Looking at the large bundle in the pot in front of me, most of which are milkvetch with pink flowers, I couldn't help but feel more regretful: "They are all old now."
Wulan laughed: "Tan Tan came back and said that you took his aunt to buy ducks, which was dozens of dollars cheaper."
"Besides, you are one of your own family, so only good things should be kept."
Then he looked at the milkvetch on hand: "It was because I was short of money this year that I thought of going to sell it and try it. Who knew it tasted really good, but now that the flowers have bloomed, I can't eat it. There is only so much left. I might as well eat it at noon." Fire it up."
Why is there so little left?
Mao Li also quickly laughed:
"Tell me, why did you send purple milk vetch there so quickly? I didn't know until I went to the vegetable market later that this thing is so expensive. Look at me..."
She looked ashamed: "I thought it was two yuan a pound, so I went and bought one for ten yuan. Tan Tan was so angry that she refused to sell it."
Song Tan didn't mention this at all when he came back, and this was the first time Wulan heard about it.
At this moment, listening to this tone of voice, I felt angry, thinking that a pound of vegetables costs twenty yuan, and you want to buy five pounds for ten dollars. What are you dreaming about?
My own relatives can’t settle accounts like this!
Giving away is giving away, buying is buying, these are two different things.
But before she could say anything, she saw Song Sancheng walking back with Uncle Song and his uncle with a smile, then turned around and entered the house, carrying another pocket of yellow paper:
"Let's go, let's go visit the grave first."
Uncle Song looked around the yard: "Where is our dad?"
Speaking of this, it was difficult for Song Sancheng not to show off, so he raised his chin reservedly: "Where's the back mountain? Tan Tan wants to plant fruit trees there, and our dad is watching over there now."
Uncle Song was surprised: "Planting fruit trees?"
"That's not a joke. She's a girl, so you just let her do what she wants? If you lose money then, it won't be a small amount."
"Besides..." He glanced at the mountain behind: "Didn't you see any movement above you?"
His family members always considered what they said. Song Sancheng didn't think too much about what he said about losing money. He just added proudly:
"As soon as Tantan came back, the village party secretary said she was some kind of college student who returned to her hometown to start a business, and begged us to take over the back hill."
"No, we have been given subsidies and arrangements, and now we are planting fruit trees on that barren mountain. We will dig holes today, and I think the saplings will be transported soon in the afternoon."
Thanks to the help of the excavator guy, the work that was originally scheduled to take five to seven days was almost completed in less than four days.
Now use the big digging bucket to dig the hole accurately. The rest of the people can do some repairs and wait for the trees to be planted.
Oops, this young man Yan Ping found is so honest!
However, he went to the city to pick up fruit seedlings in the morning, so he was nowhere to be seen now.
Having said this, Song Sancheng was still a little worried: "This tree is a few days late. I don't know if it will have any impact on the harvest."
Ulan couldn't see how embarrassed he was, so he quickly interrupted:
"You hurry up and burn it. It will be noon if you don't burn it. By the way, tell the plowers not to leave today and stay for a meal."
The people who farmed the land demanded a lot of money, but when they said they wouldn't include food, they really didn't eat.
There are also relatives in the village here, and I go to their houses every time.
The land is almost finished today, so it would be inappropriate to leave no one behind for a meal.
Song Sancheng looked at the time and saw that it was really late, so he quickly took his uncle and uncle to the back mountain.
As for visiting graves, local rules are mostly reserved for men. If Auntie and Mao Li want to go, they can go. If they don't want to go, they will be pulled down.
However, Mao Li and Sun Yanyan were thinking about more and better things in the fields, while the aunt was looking at the dishes to be prepared by ten or twenty people, and she was busy helping to prepare them, so she couldn't spare her time.
At this moment, Song Tan drove back with Qiao Qiao.
The car was also parked at the entrance of the courtyard, and there was a vague smell. She connected a water pipe from the faucet outside and was rinsing it at the moment.
When Wulan saw this, he couldn't help but wonder:
"Didn't you mean to drive to the back hill for a walk? What's wrong with this? It smells like that."
Song Tan laughed: "My dad was right. My uncle Zhang went to the back mountain to help early this morning. He picked up all the broken branches and leaves."
"Then he piled it up next to the orchard and asked me to take it to our back mountain to meet the king - he will take away the manure from the pig pen, chickens and ducks, and make a piece of compost."
Speaking of this, Song Tan really felt that the salary of two thousand yuan was very worthwhile.
Because although Zhang Wang's family is slightly lame, they can work quickly and have great strength. Even though he seems silent, his mind is very advanced.
This morning, Song Tan watched him mix pig manure, chicken manure, duck manure, grass and mud, etc. according to experience, and then pile them up in piles. He took out a bag of farmyard manure fermentation bacteria from the basket. Falling over...
Song Tan was really surprised.
If the people in the village know how to use chemical fertilizers and urea to spray pesticides, then she admits it 100%, but this kind of fermentation bacteria is a variety of beneficial fungi, and the range of various strains is very wide. She doesn't know about other villages, but the people in the village definitely Never heard of it.
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This fermentation bacteria is really good, but I don’t have the conditions for composting, so I just checked the information. At present, the potted plants used at home are simple Bacillus subtilis and the like...
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