During the period after the Qingming Festival, the family rarely seemed to be at ease.
Of course, this leisure is limited. For example, Wu Lan still goes to the mountains to pick tea every day, working tirelessly.
Song Sancheng led his people to tidy up the seventh cousin's house. Wulan also helped pack up all the old cotton quilts and asked Song Tan to take them to the town to play them again.
The sun had been shining warmly all day, and that night, Grandma Qi and Cousin Qi couldn't wait to go home and go to bed.
In fact, when I sleep at Song Tan's house, I sleep soundly and deeply, and wake up feeling refreshed in the morning!
But even though I slept comfortably, I always felt a little awkward before going to bed. The old saying goes: a golden nest or a silver nest is not as good as your own doghouse.
The old couple are even more unaccustomed to it.
So when I returned home, there were two layers of thick mattresses and old coarse cloth sheets spread out. After all, the temperature in the countryside was still a bit low, especially since they were older and a little afraid of the cold.
Cover it with a thin quilt...
Early the next morning, the old couple came over with their cheeks covered.
"what happened?"
Song Tan went to the Chestnut Garden early in the morning to feed the dogs. Taking advantage of the early morning dew and no one there, the spiritual energy spread, which also meant that the rain and dew were equally shared.
The chestnuts are already lush, with fresh green leaves stretching out, stacked on top of each other on the branches, making it particularly lively.
Among the leaves, long strips of flowers are looming, and they will bloom soon. It must be a good year.
On top of the fence surrounding the edge of the garden, the golden cherry tree with its slender branches was fixed with a rope by Song Sancheng, who had already climbed up quite sensibly.
The young leaves on the top are stretched out, the purple-red young stems below are strong and fat, and the flower bags the size of fingernails are looming, which is full of vitality.
There are three treasures and four treasures in the luxurious dog house in the garden. They have done a very good job in fulfilling their duties during this period. Song Tan stayed with them for a while, and then reluctantly left.
As soon as I entered the yard, I saw the old couple looking like this, and I couldn't help but be curious.
The seventh cousin hummed:
"Getting angry."
Got angry?
But if you think about it carefully, there was nothing particularly irritating about what you ate yesterday, right?
Zhang Yanping snickered: "Seventh cousin, did you secretly soak ginseng at night? Why did it make you so angry?" Especially at such an old age, the body's reaction is generally much slower, but I didn't expect the reaction to be so strong now.
The seventh cousin became even more angry: "What do you young people know? I just said that the quilt can't be dried in the sun at once, not in the sun! It has to be dried all over the bed. My dear, how angry is the sun! My gums will be swollen overnight. ”
Zhang Yanping was dumbfounded: "Doesn't basking in the sun kill mites? Seventh cousin, you can't blame others for getting angry."
Song Sancheng actually laughed: "Yan Ping, you don't understand. It's easy to get angry if the quilt is exposed to the sun at night. It's the sun's fire. People who are weak can't stand it. Cousin, let me grab a handful of wild chrysanthemums for you." Bubble bar?”
The seventh cousin waved his hand: "I drink tea, and I don't care about your wild chrysanthemums."
I made breakfast in a hurry, turned around and called Qiao Qiao with a small shovel: "Let's go dig vegetables."
After thinking about it, I realized that I was a salaried person now, so I had to give my boss some respect, so I asked in a pretentious manner: "Is it okay to eat dandelions for lunch? It will make me angry."
Isn't this a vain question? Whatever the chef cooks is delicious, so of course the big guy can eat whatever he cooks.
Only Zhang Yanping once again lamented the colorful life in his hometown - he picked up ground vegetables after the heavy rain last time, but he chose not to talk about it all morning, and today he has to dig dandelions again.
"The entire village's species have been eaten..."
He was mumbling, but he spontaneously picked up a small basket and went out with Qiao Qiao.
Song Sancheng was tightening the handle of the shovel in his hand. At this moment, he said with a smile: "Yan Ping is very diligent."
Song Tan chuckled: He is looking for business opportunities everywhere and lose weight by the way.
Besides, if he doesn't do any work after eating three big bowls, Song Tan will have to send him back.
But now she remembered again: "Dad, I think some white fungus on the mountain are almost mature. You can pick some and bring them back to taste at home."
It's definitely not bad anyway.
Song Sancheng stopped what he was doing and looked thoughtful: "Strange to say, everything is growing well this year. Except for the more bugs, I really haven't gotten sick."
"I remember when I was growing Tremella fuciformis, it was easy to get gray mold. I would scrape a small piece of bamboo on the tree every day just to remove the mold. Finally, I would have to apply lime water to disinfect it... This It's better to fall down, it will save trouble."
As for the white fungus, he used to turn it over to air it every day and was paying close attention to it!
"I took a look, and there wasn't much picked in the first crop this time. After drying, it was only a pound or two."
That's quite a lot.
Song Tan Didigu: "This stuff is sold online by the gram."
But there is another thing——
"Over there in the chestnut garden, black fungus and white fungus are placed under half of the trees, and the other half is empty. What do you think we should plant?"
Now that there is no urgent work at hand, Song Sancheng no longer resists planting. Anyway, he can plant anything, as long as it is not sweet potatoes.
He thought for a while: "How about growing more beans, soybeans are indispensable."
That's true.
It can also be used to grind soy milk, grind tofu and pick out bean skin, and the bean dregs can even be used for cooking.
Of course, if you don’t want to fry, you can also feed chickens and pigs, or press oil.
OK!
Song Tan decided: "Do you still have the soybeans you planted last time? I ordered the beans while no one was there in the morning."
Song Sancheng thought for a while and picked up the hoe: "The land was plowed last time, but it rained heavily now. I'll plow a little more in front, and you can follow behind and sow the seeds."
Song Tan was now much stronger than Song Sancheng. She took the hoe without leaving a trace, and then stuffed a small bag of soybeans into it! "Dad, let me do it."
In the blink of an eye, the whole yard was empty again.
The three little native dogs walked around the yard a few times and found no one there, so they snorted and began to dig around among the debris again.
On this side, the seventh cousin spotted an unattended field and walked over it, stepping on the green ridges that were also covered with grass roots.
Even though Grandma Qi was angry, she was in a good mood. She was still in the mood to coax her children:
"Qiaoqiao, do you want to eat the grass roots? Grandma will dig them up for you."
Qiao Qiao nodded happily: "Eat."
Grandma Qi took advantage of the situation and pulled the shovel on the field ridge, and she dug out several tender white cogon grass roots.
This grass root tastes sweet when chewed. It is perfect for country children to use to pass the time when they were young.
Grandma Qi washed a handful of Imperata roots in the ditch and prepared them for Qiao Qiao. Considering that she is used to using tap water now, her child’s belly may not be as strong as when she was a child...
Better take it back.
