Song Tan's Notes

Zhang Yanping has to deal with his own emotional problems, but the winter bamboo shoots of each family need to be sorted by the seventh cousin:

"Single out the ones that are not broken and those with roots - Tan Tan, find a box for them to put in and take them with you when you leave."

"Remember, these winter bamboo shoots can be buried in a pile of sand just like radishes. They will last for a long time."

"If there is no sand pile, try to get some sand. Find a bucket at home and store it for a long time... If nothing else, at least I can ensure that every meal you eat is fresh."

No matter how long it takes, I don’t believe I can’t eat it quickly when I get home.

Everyone wrote down these words, but Qi Lin shook his head: "I won't take it. I have to change trains when I go home. Because the trains are different, it will delay me for a whole night, and I have to walk a long way... it's inconvenient." "

His home is a standard loess land, with only an old grandfather still living in the village, and the place is even poorer than Yunqiao Village because there are few landscape resources.

Not to mention transportation.

Therefore, it is indeed quite hard to move winter bamboo shoots around.

On the other hand, Yan Ran, even though she is a girl, her family is in good condition. No matter how much things she carries, it will be harder at the station. When she leaves the station, her family will come to help her.

After experiencing such a simple atmosphere, how could he stay in the laboratory?

So Zhang Yanping's affairs were completely forgotten. After he dressed up carefully and went downstairs, he found that everyone was busy loading things into fresh-keeping bags.

Song Sancheng was still muttering next to him: "I'm going to the warehouse to have a look and pack more food that doesn't take up space. It's not easy for the children to go out..."

So I went over and took a look -

There were bits and pieces, and there were only a few pieces of underwear in the large 28-inch suitcase. The rest was stuffed to the brim in zip-keeping bags, and it couldn't hold any more.

Song Tan couldn't help but get entangled: "I've prepared radish and cabbage for you. If you can't take it with you, it won't be cost-effective to send it by express delivery..."

Qi Lin is a kid from an average background, but he has no choice. It is said that the children of poor people have already become the masters of the family. He is sure-footed in everything he does, which is very in line with the preferences of the older generation.

In short, it’s difficult.

However, the seventh cousin is older and can sympathize with this idea. At this moment, he is thinking: "Then I will bring you some food back, so that the old man can eat more comfortably at home."

If it weren't for making money, he might have returned to his hometown to work now.

"Tantan, please give me more of the good vegetables prepared by Professor Song. This is convenient for you to take with you, so you can have a plan to eat at home next year."

"Yes, yes." Song Sancheng also nodded.

Song Tan also emphasized: "This is your year-end bonus, there is nothing else..."

Qi Lin shook his head helplessly: "My grandfather has an old idea. Fallen leaves return to their roots and cannot leave their hometown."

This is basically the highlight of the year-end bonus, but it turned out that it couldn’t be taken away due to traffic, what a pity.

Dried fish pieces, dried small fish, dried shrimps, dried tofu, salted duck eggs, bacon, marinated packets, ground tea leaves, dried shredded radish, dried cowpeas...

Not to mention Tang Xiaodong, although he is a young man from a small town, the traffic in the small town is not bad.

Qi Lin couldn't help but relax as he listened silently, his eye circles turning slightly red.

Instead, Ulan asked: "Xiao Qi, your grandfather is getting old. Is it okay to stay alone in your hometown? Otherwise, you can bring him with you next year. Don't you have a dormitory? We can live together."

What else do you need if you have all these?

Before, he was thinking about learning some cattle-raising skills and going back to teach his grandfather, but the transportation was inconvenient. If the cattle were uncomfortable, his grandfather would get angry and cause something bad to happen, so it would be better to maintain the status quo.

Qi Lin didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he just felt that his heart was full of emotion.

After he took out his backpack and stuffed a bag of black fungus into it, the seventh cousin suddenly thought again:

"Ouch! I said I would make some chili oil for you, but I almost forgot - hurry up, Song Tan, clean up that stone mortar!"

"Qiaoqiao, take out all the dried chili peppers we have!" "Ulan, Ulan - where did you put all those gloves and masks?"

As soon as he said this, everyone sucked and salivated.

After all, Lao Song's chili is paired with Lao Song's sesame seeds, and several aniseed ingredients carefully selected and introduced by Professor Song. After masters like the seventh cousin control the heat and oil temperature...

Don't dare to think, don't dare to think!

Professor Song was even the first to speak: "Don't use a bottle for me, it's too heavy. Use a plastic bag and put a few more bags in it. I'll put it in my backpack and carry it back."

Mrs. Tang is also a little eager to try it. Chili oil is really delicious, but it can treat hemorrhoids...

Alas, someone as elegant as her, and someone as old as her and Lao Song, shouldn't have mentioned this. But it is indeed...

"Or just two bottles."

"I just stay at home for 10 days and a half to celebrate the New Year. I keep one bottle for myself and one for my children."

This chili oil is very spicy, so I don’t eat too much at each meal. Two large bottles are enough.

but……

The seventh cousin suddenly turned his head: "This chili oil should be kept for a day. When do you want to buy it?"

Everyone looked at each other.

Just... everyone is basically scheduled for tomorrow, but there are mornings and evenings, but everyone must go to the station in advance.

In the end, Tang Xiaodong groaned: "I need to bring radishes, cabbage, and a lot of other things, and I can't fit them in two suitcases...Can I make the red oil today and send it to me by express delivery tomorrow after we're all gone?"

It should be able to survive bumps.

The important thing is that the express delivery fee is also very expensive.

"It just goes well with pork." Yan Ran couldn't agree more - no one is willing to eat the 20 kilograms of pork in the year-end bonus, and they have to take it home.

It’s just not convenient to pack it into boxes, so it has to be shipped back by Fengfeng Express.

As for the express delivery fee... now I can only pray that Brother Zhang will give me a little more discount for the sake of old customers...

After thinking about it, Yan Ran really wants to drive directly to work after the new year. Otherwise, if she encounters good things later, she won't be able to rely on express delivery!

This year, more chili sauces have been sold, and more chili peppers have been grown. Today’s natural inventory of dried chili peppers is also sufficient. Song Tan was not reluctant to give up, but he gave many instructions:

"Be sure to wear glasses when pounding chili peppers!"

"And when washing peppers, never take off your gloves."

When making chili oil, you need to use bell peppers and wattle sticks because they are very fragrant. But these two are also very spicy in Lao Song's family.

After she gave her instructions, she felt like something had been overlooked. Unexpectedly, as soon as I turned around, I saw Zhang Yanping wearing decent clothes...

Okay! It turned out to be such a big deal!

Looking at Xin Jun again, I saw him put down the bamboo shoots in his hand, and then waved to Zhang Yanping:

"It's not even three o'clock yet. Let me give you a few words..."

(End of this chapter)