Song Tan's Notes

Chapter 4 4. I grow corn to feed you
The yard of my hometown is quite big, and the cement floor has cracked.In the big winter, there was still a small purple flower stalk that emerged from the crack, and a small purple flower trembled in the cold wind.

Song Tan stared at the flower, only to feel that the environment had changed, and even this little wild flower became more beautiful.

Song Sancheng put away his luggage in the main room, and hurriedly called his daughter:

"Tan Tan, it's cold outside, hurry into the house and make a fire."

As he spoke, he rubbed his hands and feet: "It's so cold to ride a motorcycle!"

Song Tan was sluggish for a moment before he could react—yes, cycling in the winter is really cold.

But she didn't feel much.

Spreading out his hands, he saw that his palms were as white as jade. He thought that he was trying his best to repair his body in a car accident, trying to avoid the fate of death. Therefore, his body had been tempered to a certain extent.

However, it is also very limited.

For example, at this moment, a gust of cold wind blew, and Song Tan's body trembled uncontrollably. She was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly plunged into the house.

This is a heating cabin.

The area is not large. There is a tin stove in the corner by the window, with a square iron plate on top. The flue is made long, bent at the ceiling, and spreads to the hole in the other wall.

In this way, the flames in the furnace are raging, and the hot and sultry smoke is discharged out of the house through the flue. As long as the fire is on, the whole house will be warm and warm, comparable to the heating room in the Northeast.

Song Sancheng hadn't seen his daughter for a long time -- it's not good to work in a big city, there are few holidays, and it's not easy to buy a ticket when catching up with the peak.

The last time I saw you was New Year's Eve.

However, it was only three days off, and I went to work overtime on the fourth day of junior high. It was very hard work.

He only got such a daughter when he was 35 years old. Every day, the daughter said what was what, even if his son was born later, it was also such a habit.

After thinking about it at this moment, I didn't know what to say, so I stretched out a ruthless iron hand and took down the roasted sweet potato on the stove:
"Are you hungry? Eat a sweet potato pad!"

He is not afraid of being hot, and Song Tan is not afraid now, and now he reaches out and takes it: "Dad, you can eat too."

"I don't want to eat it!" Song Sancheng quickly waved his hand: "When I was a child, your mother made sweet potatoes for us to eat every day. If you eat too much of this stuff, it will cause heartburn and injury."

Song Tan was silent for a moment.

And Song Sancheng finally found a topic: "How long will you stay at home this time?"

Song Tan opened her mouth, she was clearly in the world of cultivating immortals, she had always been a straightforward character who did not agree with her, but at this moment, the words she said weighed thousands of pounds.

"Dad, I quit my job and want to go home and farm."

Song Sancheng was silent for a moment, and after a while, he sighed: "Tan Tan, you don't know the hard work of farming."

"You come back to farm as a college student. I'm not afraid of people's jokes, but you really can't bear that hardship."

In other words, I don't agree.

Song Tan is not in a hurry: "Dad, when I was a child, I pulled peanuts and corn, picked tea leaves and watered the vegetable garden, and I also did farm work."

"You only do a few jobs!"

Song Sancheng pointed to the medicine bucket in the utility room opposite: "You can't even carry that bucket!"

It was an old-fashioned blue plastic spraying bucket. It weighed [-] pounds when filled with water. When spraying, you had to walk around with it on your back.

But compared to digging tea hills, cutting rice and planting rice seedlings, this is already a very easy job.

Don't think that rural areas don't use pesticides. Cordyceps has strong drug resistance these years. Others do. If you don't, just wait for the grain and tea to be eaten up!

While speaking, Wu Lan came into the house with a basin of milky white fish soup, and the lingering fragrance filled the air, even if there was still a slight impurity in it, but it was much better than what he tasted during the day.

"Tan Tan, drink more soup tonight. The crucian carp was caught by your father from the wild pond. It is very nutritious. You should make up for it."

Turning around, I saw the small piece of gauze on my daughter's head. After I heard that it was accidentally knocked, I became more and more convinced of giving my daughter two more bowls of soup at night!
Wulan put the pot on the stove's iron countertop to heat it up, and in a blink of an eye, he saw the sweet potato in Song Tan's hand:
"Tan Tan, don't eat the sweet potatoes for now. This is our local white heart sweet potato, and the noodles are choked. I keep it for the night. Don't wait until I can't eat anymore."

Without waiting for an answer, he hurried back to the kitchen.

Song Tan put the sweet potato aside and looked at Song Sancheng's complicated expression, so he went to the sundries to pick up the heavy blue medicine bucket, turned on the faucet on the side, and poured water directly into it.

"Tan Tan!"

Song Sancheng also came out. Seeing her daughter's effortless movements, she felt a sadness for some reason.

My daughter has been obedient and sensible since she was a child, she is frugal, and she is not willing to spend money when she works outside, just for this family.

Now that the child has a wound on his head, he said he resigned when he came back. He must have been wronged in Ning Province... Also, every time he called, he was working overtime, and the house he lived in was so small, how could he not endure hardship?

At this moment, Song Sancheng was already shaken.

If the child wants to come back to farm, just farm. If he really can't bear the hardship, he will find a job in their urban area at that time. Anyway, he is close to home.

Just as Song Sancheng was about to speak, he saw that the medicine bucket was full, and the daughter who "couldn't endure hardship" was carrying it like a toy bear.

At this moment, Song Sancheng, a 58-year-old authentic farmer, looked at his rough hands, feeling at a loss:

Why do I think that bucket is heavy?
Am I getting old?
……

At this moment, a cheerful shout suddenly came from a distance:

"elder sister!"

Song Tan turned his head subconsciously, and saw a young boy wearing a black cotton vest running from the road. He had very long legs and was about 1.8 meters tall, but he was thin.But the skin is fair, and there is a small dimple on the cheek. At this moment, he ran over with a smile, and the whole person was filled with joy:

"sister!"

This is her younger brother Song Qiao, who is physically and psychologically... six years old.

Ulan gave birth to him when he was 40 years old. There is no habit of birth inspection in the countryside. As a result, he was born like this, always retaining the mind of six or seven years old.

But he is very good, very sensible, and was brought up by Song Tan when he was a child.

Until she left home for school and stayed in Ning province...

Song Qiao stood in front of Song Tan with bright eyes and looked at her obediently, like a puppy.

Song Tan stretched out his hand, the boy bowed his head obediently, and touched his cold face for her: "Jojo."

"Ok!"

"I'll be back with you, okay?"

"Okay!" loudly.

Then he looked at Song Sancheng hesitantly: "But Dad said, you have to make money and you are very tired. I can't pester you."

Song Tan laughed, and went to check his hands again, to see if the nails were dry - very good, there is no need to pick mud in the winter.

"I'm too tired to earn money. My sister doesn't want to earn any more. Come back to accompany Qiaoqiao, my parents, and let's go together. Can you?"

Song Qiao didn't know what it meant that the few college students in the village came back to farm, he just cheered:
"Great!"

"Don't be afraid, sister! I will grow corn, and I will raise you!"

This time, even Song Sancheng, who had been grimacing, burst out laughing:

"You will put corn kernels in the pit, and then break it off the pole, what kind of corn will you grow!"

　Thank you Qianqiu for the reward, and thank you for your support!This article is still slow.

　　Prices, villages, farming, environment, climate, each place has different living habits, I promise not to write nonsense.So don't worry when you see different opinions, just take a trip to the distant countryside.

　　
　
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