"Boom!"
With the merciless movements of the excavator, the old house that carried Song Youde's half-life memory finally collapsed quickly.
The sound was surrounded by misty dust, and Song Tan quickly took two steps back: "Grandpa, stop looking!"
Song Youde sighed: "Look again, look again..."
This is not something that should be ignored, but it is currently under construction here. There are many workers and piles of materials. Song Youde is old. What if something stumbles?
Not only him, but even grandma, who was looking forward to the new house, came over to take a look.
Song Tan couldn't stop trying to dissuade him, but he thought he had to arrange something for the old couple to do!
"Grandpa, our sweet potatoes are ready to be dug. The sweet potato vines on them are growing quite well. We plan to transport them back to feed the cattle and sheep. If you are free, can you ride your tricycle to help transport the sweet potato vines? "
Now that the rushes are gone, the old man has nothing to do, but he is just worried every day!
Hearing what Song Tan said, the old couple instantly became energetic: "Okay! When are you going to send it out? Let's go and take care of Fujiko in advance."
When else can this happen?
Song Tan resolutely said: "Now!"
Not only did she ask the old couple to help clean up Fujiko, she also arranged an additional task for them:
"Grandpa and grandma, if you were not so busy, could you pick out the tender ones when harvesting the vines? My seventh cousin said you can pickle them and eat them in the winter."
Their sweet potato vines are growing extremely prosperously, and the weather in autumn is perfect for plant growth. Although the vines above are old, there are still many young branches.
Since it can be eaten, it cannot be wasted. His granddaughter has made millions in business, and she has also encouraged him to call on the old men and women in the village to make money together. Now that she has a job, the old man is doing his part!
As soon as I touched the key in my pocket, I hurried to the yard, calling my grandma at the same time: "Lifen, take two small sickles with you, and two more baskets!"
Song Tan followed slowly behind him, hiding his merit and fame.
Of course, she didn't actually hide it.
The old man was impatient at work, and before Ulan could say anything, the two of them rode up the mountain. The old mother had no choice but to grab Song Tan:
"Your grandma was resting well and suddenly ran up the mountain again. What are you planning to do?"
Song Tan smiled as lightly as possible: "Aren't the sweet potatoes on the mountain about to be harvested? I asked them to pick out the sweet potato vines..."
On the other hand, he looked at the seventh cousin innocently: "Seventh cousin, didn't you say that the pickled sweet potato sticks are sour and crispy, so they are especially good for rice!"
"That's really good for dinner." The seventh cousin took a puff of cigarette and looked at her strangely:
"You're quite good at finding work...it's good. They just can't sit idle and would be more comfortable if they had something to do."
Then he persuaded Wu Lan: "Tantan has arranged this matter very well. If she doesn't mention the sweet potato vine, I will mention it later."
"I'll fry you some sweet potato sticks with minced chili pepper. Maybe they will be more appetizing to you than sour cowpeas!"
Ulan thought for a while: "Just cut the vines and then pick out the young stalks?"
The work sounds like serious work, but I don't know why, coupled with Song Tan's expression, it always makes people feel weird, as if there is no work and manufacturing work has to be done.
On the other hand, Qiaoqiao, who had just handed in her homework, raised her hand: "I know, I know! It's like picking beans on TV!"
"What are you picking up beans for?" Xin Jun was correcting his homework when he heard this and interrupted.
Just listen to Qiao Qiao say: "That's right, that lady punished the concubine by making her kneel on the ground to pick up beans. If the red beans and green beans are mixed together, then - a big pot!"
He gestured, and it was obvious that the basin was really big and there were really many beans.
"Bah, bah, bah!" Ulan glared at him: "What kind of metaphor is that? Can it be said like this?"
But then I thought about bringing this scene into perspective. I laughed out loud first, and then quickly held it back:
"Don't say that to your grandparents. Who are they busy with? Hurry up and help me."
Qiao Qiao was confused for a moment: "But I'm still in class."
Wulan sighed: "I'm not talking about you, I'm talking about your sister."
So, Qiaoqiao's sister spoke:
"Then let's go to Qiaoqiao. While helping, let's go to the mountain to live broadcast. You are not active in live broadcasting this month, so don't go back and rush to meet the deadline and start broadcasting in the middle of the night."
Qiaoqiao widened her eyes in surprise: "Sister, how did you know I was going to broadcast it in the middle of the night!"
"Brother Yanping said that there are children who can't fall asleep after studying in the middle of the night. It just so happens that our vegetables are picked in the middle of the night. It is very regular and suitable for obsessive-compulsive disorder and hypnosis. Let me take the time to play it."
Song Tan:......
You see, you will do anything to make up for the time... What's so interesting about chopping melons and vegetables in the middle of the night?
But seeing how happy Qiao Qiao was, she waved her hand and said, "Just go ahead and broadcast if you like. Now go help your grandparents."
Qiao Qiao looked at Xin Jun: "But I still have to go to class..."
Xin Jun waved his hand: "You go ahead and I will make up your homework for you later."
Wu Lan watched from the side, thinking how obedient this silly son was now being commanded by Tan Tan!
Just as he was about to say something, he saw a familiar dark face rushing in from outside the yard:
"Zhang Yanping! Zhang Yanping, are you there? Boss Xiao Song, are you there?"
Song Tan turned his head and couldn't help but feel happy - isn't this the very rich Brother Ni Loach!
Brother Nilu still has a room in their staff dormitory, and he is very enthusiastic about paying 3,000 a month. But he doesn't live there permanently. It is said that he is newlywed and his wife will explode if he lives here...
Anyway, Zhang Yanping greeted him with surprise: "What's wrong? Isn't our bait particularly good?"
"Okay! It's good!" Loach nodded repeatedly. He was very happy at this moment. He even showed him the results of everyone's work in the middle of the night and the whole morning with photos and videos.
Zhang Yanping waved his hand: "I won't watch the video. I know."
Anyone wakes up and scrolls through their WeChat Moments, only to find that all the fishing guys are eager to scroll through their screens. One person posts seven or eight fish in a row, showing all the fish in his hand...
Zhang Yanping: ...If it weren't for this, he wouldn't have asked directly if the bait was good just now. He really couldn't stand this group of airmen who were swiping the screen!
But now that I had the right words, I felt more at ease, so I turned around and started doing the questionnaire:
"Brother Loach, tell me. How much does this bait for making nests cost before you try it?"
Ni Loach thought about how proud he was of walking around the community three times with a bucket today, and now he hated iron more than steel:
"How do you know how to make a nest?"
"I'm telling you, you're really wasting your money by selling the bait to make nesting materials - Brother, can't we expand our business a bit and just sell fishing bait?"
