At noon today, there were more than ten or twenty people in the Old Song family.
There are twenty people planting trees on the mountain alone, as well as two aunts who help in the kitchen, and three more who help dig bamboo shoots, plus Zhang Yanping and Zhang Wang’s family, including Old Man Li who is watching the water in the pond. Was invited over...
A total of thirty-six people!
Fortunately, I had help in advance, otherwise it would be too late to just set up tables, chairs, and benches.
There were too many people, and plates were borrowed from nearby neighbors. Fortunately, disposable bowls and chopsticks solved the problem, so the lunch didn't look cramped.
but……
The diners felt that the yard was quite spacious, but the seventh cousin, who was huddled in the kitchen, felt that he couldn't move anywhere!
Not to mention anything else, just the oil pot. When making a banquet, I usually use a big iron spoon to scoop it out directly into the enamel jar.
But now this is a small pot with a small stove, and the seventh cousin can't swing his own shovel... Maybe it's because he hasn't made a banquet for a few years, and his hands are raw, not to mention how awkward it is.
However, when the fresh bamboo shoots were stir-fried, the aroma bursting out of them brought a proud smile to the seventh cousin's face:
"Thankfully you invited me in time, otherwise there are so many people, and my niece-in-law would not be able to handle them!"
"Don't ruin my food then."
There is a basis for saying this. Many people cook delicious food at home, but when there are more people, they can’t control it. Either it’s salty or bland, or their skills are not brought out...
Even if such good ingredients were not cooked properly, the seventh cousin felt that it was wasted.
Grandma Qi was giving him a hand next to her, sniffing and looking at him:
"What's your vegetable? Did you grow it or did you buy it?"
"Besides, there are only so many people today, and there are not so many people every day."
The seventh cousin instantly slumped his shoulders again.
People like them must have a large number of people to show their abilities!
But then I thought about it, even if there weren't more than thirty people, with this big family including his wife and I, there would still be about the same number of ten or twenty people.
With his old arms and legs, he is just right to cook for these people.
It’s fun, it’s exercise, there’s work to do, and it’s not too tiring——
"You really came to the right place!"
On the other side, Song Tan was asking her father: "Can the peach trees be planted today?"
"Yes." Song Sancheng vowed:
"You go to the mountain and take a look. Most of them have been planted. After eating and working, it will be finished at about three o'clock."
Otherwise, inviting so many people would be in vain!
Thinking of this, Song Sancheng couldn't help but sigh: "Don't tell me, Uncle Zhang is so meticulous."
This is about the Zhang Wang family.
"There are piles of fertilizer on the side of the mountain, and the fertilizer brought from his house has been filled into the soil as base fertilizer. As long as it rains again, the peach tree will take root, and we will definitely see fruits this year. "
You can't help but see that the trees on this mountain cost tens of thousands. If you don’t get any results, can you not feel panicked?
"I just hope the weather will be good this year!"
Seeing her father's expectant look, Song Tan was also full of confidence: "Don't worry!"
The meal was lively and lively, and it seemed that the whole village had not been together like this for a long time.
While eating, someone was praising the seventh cousin's craftsmanship and asked: "Thirty percent, even the chef has been invited. Will there be a lot of work in the future? Don't forget to call me then. !”
Song Sancheng also laughed, showing his honesty and honesty:
"When I have a job, I have to count on everyone's help. Now I don't have the final say in my family, I have to listen to Tantan."
Someone laughed out loud: "Tan Tan has only been in the field a few times. What can she know? You still have to make decisions about things in this field."
As soon as he said this, someone else said: "Yes, I have wanted to say it for a long time. What kind of hawkbill peach is yours? We have never heard of it here. If you want to grow it, you have to grow flat peaches. They look ugly but are expensive So high."
"Then you are wrong. In fact, you should plant grapes. Grape seedlings are cheaper!"
"Let me tell you, I haven't bought enough saplings. I see that the peach orchard is so crowded. It looks so sparse here. Peach trees grow very slowly..."
Everyone held their jobs and discussed it in full swing, as if it was their own land, so this was arranged.
However, neither inside nor outside the words took Song Tan, the master of the family, seriously.
Wulan's face was grave. He took a deep breath and raised his smile. He was about to say something, but Song Tan patted his arm.
"Mom," she whispered, "you don't need to say so much now. When the fruit harvest is good and you can actually sell it for money, there will be people who are willing to listen to me."
You don’t even need to wait for a good harvest, wait until the vegetables mature next month. Whether you make money or not, let the villagers see it in their eyes and slowly guess in their hearts.
This has been an old problem in the village for many years. The older people think the younger ones are inexperienced, the men think the women don’t know how to do it, and the adults don’t take the children’s words seriously.
Of course, this is not just the case in the village, but throughout the country. I can't say whether it's good or bad. There's no need to argue with words now.
Wulan sighed: "I understand too..."
Then she became proud again: "Are you looking down on your mother and me? Whether this year's food is good or not, we have to see if it's luck or our land. If we can have this quality in the future, then we can speak out openly. Woolen cloth."
"If you talk big words now, if you don't have such good qualities later, wouldn't that mean your face will be smashed on the ground? I won't do it, your mother."
"We have to make a fortune quietly."
However, she was silent, but the aunt did not interfere with farming, and instead turned her attention to Song Tan's personal affairs:
"Oh, Tantan, you work in Ningcheng, why don't you find a local partner? It's so hard for a girl to come back and farm."
"That's right! How old is Tantan this year? I have a cousin..."
Song Tan:......
She was not frightened, but said calmly and generously: "Okay, Auntie, if you have a beautiful relative boy, just bring him over. If anyone can dig tea mountains for my family for a month, I am willing to meet him..."
As soon as he said this, the whole crowd burst into laughter.
Even the aunt who made the suggestion was smiling: "Why are you so calculating? I guess your father himself is not willing to do the work of digging tea mountains..."
Tea digging is usually done during summer vacation, and most people can't bear the scorching heat! Whose boy should have this perseverance and not be looked down upon wherever he goes?
Song Tan also smiled: "Look, aunt, I'm good-looking and strong, don't I have to choose twice more?"
Chatting in the village is like this. Many people don't think carefully about what they say, they just say it out loud.
Everyone is used to this careless approach. The more carefree and generous they are, the more sensible they feel.
At this moment, everyone knew in their hearts that Tan Tan from the old Song family had a high vision, and most people would not dare to introduce her!
Also, it's late, don't wait.
I will strive for a few more days this month, and I will wait for a good and auspicious day...
(End of chapter)
