266.The size of white fungus

Style: Romance Author: Song of ThornsWords: 2174Update Time: 24/01/18 04:07:40
"Boom!"

With a loud noise, the old house where Song Tan had lived for decades finally collapsed under the influence of an excavator.

At this moment, the engineering teams each have their own tasks. Song Tan and his family looked at this yard full of childhood memories, feeling excited and confused at the same time.

Ulan, however, wiped away his tears with rare emotion.

"How long did your dad have to work with people in the village to build this house? It was so hot in the summer that the skin on his back was peeling layer by layer, but the house was built... Later, the shed on the roof, and this The kitchen and everything else were all put together bit by bit.”

"I have been in debt for several years to build this house, and now..."

Song Sancheng was a little uncomfortable: "Why are you talking about this? Of course, life is getting better and better. We now enjoy the blessing of being a daughter. You should enjoy it when you should..."

"What a pleasure!" Ulan held back her tears and stared at him: "Don't think that I can't find your fishing rod hidden in that shed! I'm too lazy to argue with you."

"How much work is there at home? You still dream of fishing. What a wonderful idea! Hurry up and find someone to pick the peach blossoms on the mountain."

"I think there is still an open space under the peach grove and beside the pond. Why don't you lead Qiao Qiao to spread some corn and sorghum or something to save the child from talking about it all the time."

Qiao Qiao knows how to grow corn, but he was not given a chance to show off this year!

It's already May. If I don't give Qiaoqiao any hope, is it worth the child's hard work for the past six months?

As for sorghum, this was Seventh Cousin’s suggestion.

He said he would plant a little and make wine in the fall.

In this case, there is a place in every corner, so just sow the seeds in there, as long as they survive, the yield does not matter.

Song Sancheng:......

Thinking of his fishing rod, he did feel a little guilty. Without saying a word, he took Qiaoqiao, who was curiously watching someone else's house demolition, and went to open up wasteland with a hoe and seeds.

At this moment, the guy driving the excavator stuck his head out from the high car window and shouted loudly: "Sister! Don't worry! You know my excavator skills. I guarantee that our house will be broken into pieces by you in one day." !”

This... is not necessary.

Song Tan looked at him curiously: "Why did you join the engineering team?"

This young man came to clear up wasteland on their mountain in March.

The young man was a down-to-earth man, he ate a lot and worked steadily. Seven days of work was done in five days. Young people who are so down-to-earth are hard to find these days.

Song Tan was pleasantly surprised when she met an acquaintance.

The young man had been gone for months, and his skin had darkened several degrees. Now he smiled and showed his big white teeth:

"Sister, their engineering team is very famous, and the wages are high. As soon as I heard that they were coming to work in the village, I immediately followed them."

"Unexpectedly, I only found out when I came here that the engineering team brought their own food and didn't eat at my sister's house..."

His face was full of sorrow.

Song Tan...

She didn't dare to answer this - don't you all know how many people there are in your engineering team and how much they can eat?

Now that the family has moved to her grandfather's house, she doesn't even plan to take care of the food when she hires people to do the work.

For example, picking peach blossoms is just like a few aunts who are still picking tea. When the time comes, everyone goes back to their houses to have dinner.

It’s not that grandpa’s yard is small or cramped. In fact, grandpa’s yard is quite big.

But the problem is that the white fungus that has caught up with the mountains can now be harvested in large areas, so they have to hurry up and dry it.

If you stack them layer by layer and dry them in the sun, there must be some space, right? In this way, it will be inconvenient to save food.

There are also fungus, which grow slightly slower. But Song Tan estimated that another month would be enough.

Oh my, summer is really a harvest season!

The whole family crowded into their old house, and the happiest people were Song Youde and Wang Lifen.

The two of them still had old ideas and always felt that it was best for the whole family to be lively and lively, but the tree branched out and the family was divided. After the youngest son Song Sancheng got married, the family was divided.

The couple is comfortable living together, but sometimes they inevitably miss their children.

Now that Song Tan has built a new home and is temporarily living here, they don't feel noisy at all.

According to Song Youde: "This is the peak of popularity in the family, and it is obvious that it is going to prosper!"

But before he can prosper, he still has to ride his elderly battery car and run into the mountains again and again.

I saw him once again riding his car, whizzing down the long slope, and then turning into his yard on a familiar road.

Song Tan couldn't help but his heart skipped a beat!

This old man has a car and he doesn’t even know how old he is!

On the special seat originally reserved for grandma, there was a large basket full of freshly picked white fungus.

Seeing this, she couldn't help but said: "Grandpa, doesn't my uncle Zhang drive a tricycle? You don't need to do any work."

"How can that be done?"

Song Youde refused to accept the old man: "His tricycle is a tricycle. Our white fungus has grown so much. I have nothing to do anyway. What's wrong with riding a bicycle for a ride?"

This car is now the only one in the village, so it’s quite popular! The eyes of all the little old men turned green with greed. Song Youde always felt like riding a bike!

Although it doesn’t carry as much cargo as Zhang Wang’s small three-wheeler, it’s really convenient for hauling something in the fields on a daily basis.

Song Tan: ...Okay, as long as you are happy.

She didn't try to persuade her, she just lowered her head and looked at the white fungus in the basket.

The white fungus on the chestnut tree growing wildly in the mountains has received the sun, rain and dew, and now it has completely unfolded its milky white "petals".

Only those that are ripe in this way will be picked.

Zhang Yanping knelt down and took a look, wondering:

"I thought you could grow anything good! I don't think this Tremella will do well. Have you seen that Gutian Tremella? I can't even hold one in my open hand! It's so big, so round, and so white!"

The seventh cousin was resting nearby. Hearing this, he glanced at him: "What do you want to eat?"

"The Tremella fungus growing on the trunk of the tree has a small size and strong vitality. It depends on the sun and Feng Shui."

"It was born and raised. It's so big and not standard."

"On the contrary, people are now building greenhouses to scientifically grow crops on a large scale. The kind that relies on densely packed mushroom sticks to fit into one room. That one is neat, round and big."

"But the problem is that it doesn't taste good."

Zhang Yanping: ...Actually, he didn't feel any difference. Didn't he just break the stew?

He muttered secretly, wondering if he dared to act presumptuously in front of the chef, but the seventh cousin already knew what he had guessed, and now he chuckled:

"You, you still eat too little of the good stuff. Just say that the vegetables in the greenhouse and the vegetables in the fields are different if one has the taste of vegetables and the other does not!"

Song Youde really agrees with this: "It's extremely expensive to go shopping for groceries in the winter, and it doesn't taste that good."

But they couldn't tell what it tasted like, it just tasted like vegetables.