Song Tan's Notes

Chen Yuan was really worthy of his salary. He drove the truck directly into the factory and arranged for someone to connect with him without saying a word.

In fact, what Lao Yang said is correct. Because agricultural machinery has different users, the simpler and more convenient it is to operate, the better. Those complicated applications have long been eliminated from the market.

Now a group of people went up to take a closer look and basically knew it could be opened. But for the sake of caution, they still didn't get started, so they could only simply carry it in and put it away.

On this side, Lao Yang has taken the initiative to go for a walk outside.

"The cabbages in this field are growing so well!"

He sighed, and Song Tan understood his meaning: "Yes, whether it is stir-fried or stewed with cabbage and potatoes, it is delicious! It looks light, but it has a light sweetness after chewing it twice..."

Old Yang's chubby face with a cheerful look turned serious, and he seemed to have begun to think deeply about the company's major decisions. However, a heart-wrenching cry came from the wind -

"Dad! Why are you here?!"

This brat!

Lao Yang closed his eyes and almost imagined something!

Following the sound, I saw Qiao Qiao riding his colorful bicycle, and now he was driving towards this side with Xiao Yang at lightning speed. His silly son was also yelling in the wind:
"Dad! You're too fast! Are you unable to sleep at night because you're greedy for the beef and lotus stems I eat?"

This is truly his biological son! Song Tan almost laughed out loud.

Even Qiao Qiao felt distressed: "Uncle, if you are so greedy, will you drool when you can't sleep at night?"

Old Yang was furious at the time and glared at his upset son. He thought to himself, I just want to eat meat, not having a stroke!
Yang Zhengxin had long been immune to this kind of look. Just as he was about to say something, Qiao Qiao asked considerately, "Well, uncle, if you want to drool, how about some pickled green peaches? They are also sour and astringent, sweet and salty, and taste weird. They make people want to drool when they eat them, but as time goes by, they stop drooling."

Instead, I felt hungry.

Although Lao Yang was a veteran and had won the trust of countless people with his honest, simple and likable face, he never expected that he would fall into the hands of the equally honest Qiao Qiao. Without saying a word, he agreed to eat a jar of pickled peaches when he returned home, and he would choose between sweet and salty flavors later.

Yang Zhengxin hesitated to speak.

With his dad's greed, he might finish a whole can in one breath. But after finishing a can, will his teeth be able to chew tofu at noon?
But anyway, he'd better not meddle in adults' affairs. So he happily went over and said, "Dad, you came all the way to see me, why don't you give me a red envelope?"

Lao Yang:......

In short, Lao Yang waved his hand, and Song Tan, Qiao Qiao, and even Chen Chi all received a transfer of 6666. The other party smiled kindly and said, "You're welcome! We Xiaoyang don't have many close friends, so just consider it a gift from uncle!"

Song Tan thought to himself, it seems that I have never seen rich people before, this father and son are really handsome!

Qiao Qiao looked at her phone, then at Yang Zhengxin: "Yang Zhengxin, you came to my house, and my mother didn't seem to give you a gift!"

"That doesn't count!" Yang Zhengxin waved his hand: "Every place has different customs. The greeting gift is our custom, not yours. You are right not to give it."

"Besides, you guys killed the cow for me, why should I be dissatisfied? I am so happy!"

Qiao Qiao hesitated to speak.

The cow was not killed for Yang Zhengxin! But no matter what, the emotional foundation was laid. Old Yang walked around the orchard. In addition to his hair full of broken petals, he was already holding the salty pickled green peaches that Qiao Qiao had brought down the mountain for him.

The crispy green peaches were picked when I was a child, washed, and then sealed in jars and pickled.

The tender flesh becomes soft and chewy after being soaked in juice, and you can hear a slight crunching sound when you bite it. The abundant juice has already marinated them thoroughly, and the flesh has a unique sour fragrance.

Chew it slowly and every bite has a rich aftertaste.

Then he grinds the peach pulp with his teeth until only the peach pit is left in his mouth. He grinds it a few more times until it has no taste at all. Only then will he remember to spit it out on the ground.

In short, Lao Yang held the jar and looked left and right in the peach orchard. He then looked at the apples, and then the pears, winter dates, and pomegranates... After this round, half of the jar of green peaches was gone.

Song Tan quickly stopped him: "Uncle, don't eat anymore. Your teeth must be sore. It would be a pity if you can't chew the meat at noon."

Old Yang finally reacted and subconsciously gritted his teeth.

It seems that there is no effect on the feeling, but those who have actually experienced tooth sourness know that you can't feel anything with your mouth alone, but when you eat, you can't even bite tofu.

He had had this kind of experience before, and at this moment he looked at the jar in his hand with a heartache, and without saying a word he handed it to the driver who had been following him:
"No, no, no, help me get it."

He turned around and looked at the small green apples all over the mountain, with a look of regret in his eyes: "These are not ripe yet."

What could Song Tan say? Chen Yuan and the others were following behind her, and Yang Zhengxin was cooperating with his father. He walked around the mountain and explained to everyone the precautions when using agricultural machinery according to the terrain.

He took care of every detail, including videos and demonstrations, and would take them for field exercises when he had time... He was so thoughtful, even if Song Tan no longer cared about the money for these farm machinery, he could not ignore the kindness.

So he had no choice but to smile and say, "Don't worry, even if I forget, Qiao Qiao will not forget his good friend."

Old Yang smiled very kindly: "Look at you, I just said it casually - you can send two more boxes when the time comes! And strawberries!"

However, there was nothing to do in the mountain village except wandering around the river beach on the mountain. Song Tan thought about it and suggested:

"Uncle, do you like fishing? If you like, come and go fishing on the river beach with my dad tomorrow! The fish we catch tastes pretty good."

Old Yang's eyes lit up, and he said in annoyance: "Oh no! The fishing rod I brought this time is not the one I usually use!"

Song Tan: ...So all the tools are placed in the trunk, what else is there to say?

She thought about the crew's arrangements, confirmed that it was okay at this moment, and then nodded: "Okay, let my dad come with me tomorrow morning."

It's the busy farming season recently, so they haven't done much work this year. They just do some odd jobs to keep themselves from getting bored.

But those in the village who usually went fishing together were all busy, and even if Song Sancheng could stand the loneliness, it would be boring to be alone all the time.

Look, I haven’t had a good time fishing for many days.

Now that we have a partner, even if we don’t talk, it’s still fun to sit by the river and listen to a book while looking at the fishing rod! (End of this chapter)