Cut the green leeks into sections and put them in the pot. Cut the green scallions into sections, leaving only the white scallions and cut them into pieces.
"Pah! Pah! Pah!"
Clap the knife on the chopping board three times to smash the white garlic cloves and tender yellow ginger. The seventh cousin held up a large kitchen knife and quickly and skillfully cut a few more times, cutting everything into fine pieces.
Wait until the oil in the pan is hot——
"Stab it!"
The shrimps are put directly into the pot without pinching off the heads and tails, and then quickly turn into a fragrant orange-red color. Just stir-fry them twice, and the whole pot of shrimps has changed color.
Take it out, wash the pan and heat the oil, then add the minced onion, ginger and garlic and stir-fry until fragrant. Cut off the leeks, add a few green onions, sprinkle some salt, and add a little bit of sugar to enhance the flavor...
"Suck!"
Lao Zhao stood at the door of the kitchen and refused to leave!
"Let me eat a bowl! Eat a bowl before leaving! I'll just eat a bowl!"
"It's really impossible! It's really impossible! The customer has urged me many times. If I go back later, the fish won't be able to hold on. Hurry up -"
"You go back first, I'll wait for the next trip... Nephew, it smells so good here, do you have no nose? Why can you say such cold words!"
The eldest nephew said to himself that Aunt Wulan said that I worked hard and filled a large bowl alone...
Ahem, of course, Lao Zhao cannot know this.
He then pressed his hand hard: "Let's go, there is no next car, this is the last car! Besides, you haven't had enough water chestnut yet?"
Others were working in the pond, and the eldest nephew kept humming. Only Lao Zhao was fishing for water chestnut vines by the water, picking out a few and eating them. In one morning, his mouth turned white after eating water chestnut rice!
That's it, why do you have the nerve to stay at noon?
Lao Zhao’s belly is round!
Even dragging and pulling, the young man had a good muscle and forcefully put Lao Zhao in the passenger seat.
When the car started, Ulan also breathed a sigh of relief:
"Old Zhao, if he really wants to stay, we won't care about his job. Isn't it the same as if he would have to live or die?"
Song Tan just came back from the mountain carrying a basket of watermelons, and he was happy when he heard this: "He looks like that, he is totally different from my eldest niece!"
Speaking of Zhao Fangyuan——
"She said that my grandpa's house is simple and the drawings are ready. Let's take a look at the options. The construction team said that construction can start at the end of September."
"The factory building on the mountain is waiting for us to look at it. She will come over and lay the foundation first. It is also September, and it will be almost ready."
Ouch, isn't that just right?
The fish is gone, the vegetables are gone, and the watermelons are gone.
The pigs haven't grown up yet, but the chickens and ducks are still laying eggs, but it's just enough for the family to consume and store.
Then the corn in the field can be harvested, but only one or two acres of land can be harvested in one morning.
There are also some mung beans and sesame seeds, and it’s not too late to harvest them in October.
This chestnut will definitely be ripe by the end of September, but when the house is built then, they don’t need to do anything, it won’t affect it!
Wulan calculated the time: it is now the end of July, the weather is hot, and working in the open air in the dog days of next month will be even more unbearable.
Wait until September, although the temperature will still be over 30 degrees Celsius, but the temperature difference between day and night will be different, and autumn will be here. After building the house by then, it will not affect their farming...
"Okay, okay! After eating, I will show the paintings to your father and the others. After all, I think the old couple can live here for another ten or twenty years, so they have to choose carefully."
After all, the old couple are hard-working and in good health. They are usually very healthy, but this year they are even more energetic.
Ulan thought so, and it was really not an exaggeration at all.
Moreover, Zhao Fangyuan always produces renderings and construction drawings.
They may not be able to understand the construction drawings, but the renderings are made on a computer, with red walls and green tiles. Not to mention how beautiful they are. When the time comes, the old couple will look at them to dream about their new house. It’s absolutely right!
And now, their family is entertaining the folks at noon!
…
In fact, there were not many guests, just Zhou Maozhu and three villagers who helped with fishing. They were all about the same age as Song Sancheng. They were in poor health and could not go out to work in the factory for long periods of time.
Otherwise, at their age, if they go out to work as small laborers, they can always earn one to two hundred, two to three hundred a day——
"As I get older, the bosses don't want me! There is less construction work now."
"Yes, and go outside to talk to the boss. The boss of a big project has his own team. For a small one, he delays wages..."
Song Sancheng paused while pouring the tea: "Didn't I hear that now that migrant workers work, their bosses have to pay a sum of money to the government for fear of delaying wages?"
"That's a big project!"
Song Tan, a fellow villager, called Uncle Chen and held out five fingers: "I did it the year before last. I ran all the way to the plateau! It felt like the world was spinning even when I exerted myself."
"The boss brought hundreds of people, but after the work was done, they didn't pay them, and we didn't get paid either. We had to wait in subzero temperatures every day, and it was so remote that we couldn't even buy instant noodles..."
"Finally, I asked the government over there to pay my wages - well, actually the boss is also unlucky. His boss doesn't give him any money, so he has to endure it."
"But there is no solution, we can't stand it any longer. Besides, the salary for such a big job is not high, less than 8,000 yuan a month..."
Song Sancheng sighed when he heard this: "Fortunately, I finally got the money - come, come, drink tea, and let you try my tea!"
The hot tea had just been brewed. Everyone was immersed in the slightest worry. No one moved. They just sighed: "After all this trouble, it will be difficult to find a job in the past two years."
Song Sancheng moved his mouth and wanted to say that according to Tantan's plan, many people would have to work in the second half of the year.
But in the end he didn't say anything, he just picked up the teacup again:
"Thank you for helping me these past two days. Come on, come and try my tea!"
With this reminder, everyone can smell this fragrance!
Song Sancheng treated guests sincerely and brought good tea. None of you have a tea garden of several acres in your family. You know a lot about tea, especially local tea!
"Good boy! Thirty percent. Your tea seems to have been cultivated at a great cost. It smells so good!"
"Are you afraid that you really invested millions? Is this Tantan's idea? Why is this kid so promising!"
Turns out I was still thinking of him bragging!
There has been no big move in the tea plantation, so why invest millions? What kind of family do they have? Who in the village doesn’t know who they are? Where did the millions come from?
It is estimated that the investment in Yutang Taoyuan is more than ten or two hundred thousand!
But now smell this fragrance——
"Old Song, is your investment of millions a bank loan? Is the interest rate particularly high?"
"You've loaned so much money, can't we give you the low agricultural interest rate?"
"Then I guess the interest will be quite high. My son bought that house with a loan of 300,000 yuan, and the interest in 30 years will be 310,000 yuan!"
"Thirty percent, we are on our own and can drink tea leaves. You should hurry up and sell such good tea. We don't care about this."
"Exactly! But you are lucky! Look at Tantan, she is capable of taking out such a big loan, so there is a lot of potential!"
Song Sancheng, who was holding the tea cup in a daze, said: ...I haven't said a word yet!
I went to read the information before writing last night, and it turned out that the expansion was so interesting that I watched it for three hours at a time!
Sin, sin, sin...
It’s true that part-time work is required. My dad went to Qinghai to dig roads last year, earning 7,500 a month. As a result, the epidemic was closed for more than half a month, and a group of people slept in iron shacks until they could no longer bear the temperature, and they were not allowed to go back...
In the end, after more than a month of waiting, the government wrote a special note (really wrote a note and took it on the train) and arranged for all of them (several hundred migrant workers) to enter the station before they could come back.
