Song Tan's Notes

During the period after the Ching Ming Festival, it is rare for the family to show two points of leisure.

Of course, this leisure time is also limited. For example, Ulan still persists in picking tea in the mountains every day, tirelessly.

Song Sancheng led people to tidy up Qi Cousin's house neatly, and Ulan also helped to pack up all the old cotton quilts, and asked Song Tan to take it to the town to play it again.

The sun was shining warmly all day, and that night, Grandma Seven and Cousin Seven couldn't wait to go home and go to bed.

In fact, sleeping at Song Tan's house, she slept soundly and deeply, and woke up refreshed in the morning!

But I slept comfortably, but I always felt a little awkward before going to bed.The old saying is over: a golden nest and a silver nest are not as good as your own doghouse.

The old couple is not used to it.

So when I got home, there were two thick mattresses and old coarse sheets. After all, the temperature in the countryside is still a bit low, especially because they are old and afraid of the cold.

Put a thin quilt on top...

Early the next morning, the old couple came over with their hands on their cheeks.

"what happened?"

Song Tan went to the Chestnut Garden early in the morning to feed the dog. Taking advantage of the dew in the early morning, no one was there, and the aura spread, which also means that the rain and dew are evenly covered.

Chestnuts are already lush and green, stretching out fresh green leaves, layered on top of the branches, crowded, very lively.

In the middle of the leaves, long strips of flower buds are looming, and they will open in a short time. It must be a bumper year.

On the fence surrounded by the edge of the garden, the golden cherry blossoms with slender branches were fixed with ropes by Song Sancheng, and he climbed up quite sensible.

The young leaves on the top are stretched, the purple-red tender stems below are strong and fat, and the flower buds the size of a fingernail are looming, so full of vitality.

In the luxurious dog house in the garden are the three treasures and four treasures. During this period of time, they have done a very good job of devotion to their duties. Song Tan also accompanied them for a long time, and now they are reluctant to leave.

After entering the yard, seeing the old couple like this, I couldn't help being curious.

Seventh Cousin hummed:

"It's on fire."

Burned?
But if you think about it carefully, what you ate yesterday wasn't particularly hot?
Zhang Yanping snickered: "Seventh Cousin, did you secretly brew ginseng at night? Why did you get so angry?" Especially at such an old age, the body's reaction would normally be much slower. I didn't expect the reaction to be so strong now.

The Seventh Cousin became even more angry: "You young man, what do you know? I said that the quilt can't be dried at once, it can't be dried! It must be fully spread out, good guy, the sun is so angry! The gums are swollen all night. gone."

Zhang Yanping was dumbfounded: "Doesn't basking in the sun kill mites? Cousin Seven, you can't blame others for getting angry."

Song Sancheng laughed instead: "Yan Ping, you don't understand, the sun is drying the quilt, and it is easy to get angry if you cover it at night. It is sun fire, and people with weak bodies can't stand it--Cousin, I will grab a wild chrysanthemum for you Bubble bar?"

Seventh Cousin waved his hand: "I drink tea, and I don't care for your wild chrysanthemums."

I hurriedly made breakfast here, turned around and called Qiao Qiao with a small shovel: "Let's go, let's dig vegetables."

After thinking about it, after all, I am a salary earner now, so I have to give my boss two points of respect, so I pretended to ask: "Is it okay to eat dandelions at noon? Put it down."

Isn't this a white question?Everything the chef cooks is delicious, so naturally the big guy can eat anything.

Only Zhang Yanping once again lamented the colorful life back home—the last time he picked ground vegetables after the heavy rain, he picked them all morning, and today he has to dig dandelions again.

"The species in the whole village have been eaten..."

He muttered, but he spontaneously picked up a small basket and went out with Qiao Qiao.

Song Sancheng was tightening the handle of the shovel in his hand, and now he said with a smile: "Yan Ping is so diligent."

Song Tan snorted and laughed: He's looking for business opportunities everywhere, and he's losing weight by the way.

Besides, if there were three bowls for a meal, if he didn't do any work, Song Tan would have to send him back.

But at this moment she remembered again: "Dad, I think some white fungus on the mountain is almost ripe, you can pick some back and let's taste it at home."

Anyway, it will definitely not be bad.

Song Sancheng stopped what he was doing, with a pensive look on his face: "It's strange to say, everything is growing well this year, except for a little more bugs, but there is really no illness."

"I remember when I was growing white fungus, it was easy to get some kind of gray mold. I took a small bamboo piece and scraped it on the tree every day to remove the mold. Finally, I had to apply lime water to disinfect it... This It's good to go down, it's really easy."

As for the white fungus, he used to turn it over to air out every day, paying attention to it!
"I took a look. This time the first stubble is not picked much, and it will only be a catty or two catty after drying."

Quite a lot.

Song Tan muttered: "These things are sold by the gram online."

But there is another thing -

"Over there in the chestnut garden, black fungus and white fungus are placed under half of the trees, and the other half is empty. What do you think we can plant instead?"

Now that there is no important work at hand, Song Sancheng has no resistance to planting. Anyway, he can plant anything, as long as it is not sweet potatoes.

He thought for a while: "Why don't you grow more beans, soybeans are indispensable."

This is true.

It can also grind soybean milk, grind tofu and pick bean skin, bean dregs and even stir-fry vegetables.

Of course, if you don't want to fry, you can also feed chickens and pigs, or squeeze oil.

Row!
Song Tan made a final decision: "Are there any more soybeans left for planting last time? I ordered the beans while no one was there in the morning."

Song Sancheng thought for a while, and then picked up the hoe: "The land was plowed last time, but it's raining heavily now. I'll turn it over a little bit ahead, and you follow behind to sow seeds."

Song Tan's strength is much stronger than Song Sancheng's now, she took the hoe without a trace, and then stuffed a small bag of soybeans into it! "Dad, let me come."

In the blink of an eye, the entire yard was empty again.

The three little dogs walked around the yard a few times, but found that there was no one there, so they grunted and started to hustle around in the debris pile again.

On the other side, Seventh Cousin spotted a deserted field that no one cares about, and walked across the green ridge that was also spread by grass roots.

Don't look at Grandma Qi's mouth, she is in a good mood, and she is still in the mood to coax the child:

"Qiao Qiao, don't you eat grass roots? Grandma will dig it for you."

Qiao Qiao nodded happily: "Eat."

Seventh Grandma took advantage of the situation and pulled the shovel on the ridge of the field, and she dug out several tender white thatch roots.

This grass root is sweet to chew, and it is perfect for rural children to pass the time when they are young.

Grandma Seven washed a handful of coriander root in the ditch with water, and prepared it for Qiao Qiao. Thinking about it, the child's stomach is not as firm as it was when he was a child...

Or take it back.