Song Tan's Notes

Chapter 83

Song Tan: ...

Can she say she forgot?
The so-called picking means that tea sticks are used in the process of tea frying. Tea sticks are generally made of thin bamboo branches. Some delicate branches will inevitably break and fall into it under high temperature baking.

Moreover, the tea leaves will inevitably bring some old leaves during the picking process, and they will turn yellow during the frying process, which is easy to distinguish and pick out.

But it's okay.

She didn't change her face: "It's okay, Mom, they will have priority in buying tea in the future. Then you can find someone to choose."

Wulan was also silent - it's still a priority, why don't you go to heaven?

She dreamed at night that people thought it was too expensive to get a refund.

But all are sold, so we can only think about the good.

"Then there's no rush. I read the forecast that there will be rain the day after tomorrow. When it rains, you can't work outside. I'll call your four aunts who are picking tea. They don't have money... Sit and chat together. chant."

Five or six catties of dry tea a day, only a dozen catties can be saved in just a few days, and it only takes a while.

Taking this to withdraw money, isn't it a shabby family?
Saying this, she became proud: "They can make a lot of money picking tea leaves this year."

Song Sancheng took a puff of cigarette, and at this moment he said happily: "We still have a lot to do with sandalwood. Now that we are farming, we can also give our villagers a chance to make money..."

He was stupid and couldn't sum up any more. At this moment, he just murmured and repeated: "It's good, it's good..."

Song Tan had a hard time understanding this feeling.

Her hometown is her obsession for two lifetimes, and her relatives are her inner belonging, but when it comes to the village itself... even in her previous life, she has spent very little time in her hometown since she lived in school.

Forgotten for too long, there is no such a strong sense of belief.

But now, seeing the proud appearances of Wulan and Song Sancheng, her heart was touched again.

Jojo poked her head outside:
"Ok?"

He said aggrieved: "It's getting dark, and the commissary is going to close."

The commissary in the village, the closing time all depends on how late the chatting people are, Song Tan also quickly stood up:

"Your Majesty, go."

With a shout, the king obediently came over with the dog leash in his mouth.When the hook was put on the rope loop, Song Tan handed the rope to Qiao Qiao:
"Leave it and walk slowly. Your Majesty is very smart. If you have something to tell it."

As she reached out and touched the king's head, the fluffy touch softened her heart, and then a mass of spiritual energy slowly poured in.

The king let out a whimper from his throat, and at the moment made a low "wang" sound, and his muscles and bones were silently stretching.

Then he glanced at Song Tan, and then took the initiative to put his head on Qiao Qiao's chest.

This makes Jojo happy!
"Your Majesty really likes me!"

He proudly held the rope: "Your Majesty, let's go buy bubble gum, do you eat ham? I don't know how much I have left, is it enough to buy it?"

"Do you eat eggs? If grandma cooks me eggs tomorrow, I'll give them to—"

"No, I can't just give you one, but also a few others..."

He frowned again, apparently thinking that one egg wasn't enough.

Then he saw the dog tag in his neck, and he instantly became happy. Holding the dog tag, he smiled at Song Tan: "Sister, my mother said, I have this tag, and if I lose it, I will take it to the police."

He wrinkled his nose: "Qiaoqiao remembers to clear the road, how could he get lost?"

The siblings chatted and laughed, and soon came to the canteen.

In front of the commissary department is an activity square, which is naturally small and pitiful compared to the urban area.But in their village, the villagers contributed a piece of land for free, and this was paved.

A few aunts who were familiar to Song Tan but could not be called were sitting there talking and laughing, and there were also some people shaking slowly on the fitness equipment next to them.

"Ouch, how can such a big dog look like a tiger!"

The existence of the king is too eye-catching. For a time, even if the two solar street lamps on the square were not very bright, everyone still gathered around curiously.

Of course, it is not dare to get too close, only a subtle distance is maintained.

Song Tan noticed that there was a young girl here.

She was wearing a simple black baseball uniform, and her face was not very white, but her eyes were extraordinarily shining, and she looked similar to Song Tan's age.

It was rare to see young people in the village, and subconsciously, Song Tan met her gaze and smiled back.

While the other aunties listened to Qiao Qiao and everyone loudly introducing the greatness of the king, they became more and more interested and were amazed.

But obviously the king is very measured, except for Qiao Qiao, whoever dares to approach, it will take a step back and look fierce!

Although he didn't show any intention of attack, just this pretense made everyone a little scared.

Listening to Qiao Qiao's childish words again, when he said that there were still seven dogs in the family to be guarded in the fields on the mountain, the big guy's expression changed slightly.

Song Tan knew that the news would definitely spread throughout the village at noon tomorrow at the latest.

At this moment, an old man in the crowd said in a sour tone: "Ouch! Before we were released, people couldn't feed the dog, so why would they still feed this dog? Or is it the young people today who are willing to spend money and don't know where they are? money earned."

Song Tan also said lightly: "Well, it does cost a lot of money. This dog was abroad before. They always take it out for hunting, hunting bears and biting tigers."

"It's not that it's inconvenient now, so you gave me the dog."

She is quite skilled in the use of this spring and autumn brushwork, and for a while, everyone looks at the king's eyes with special fear.

After a night of fermentation, Song Tan believed it.Tomorrow's rumor is that she has a dog that has eaten tigers.

Maybe I'll add another sentence: This is a dog sent from abroad. Tigers dare to bite, let alone people!

As soon as she said this, the old lady really didn't say a word.

And Song Tan's goal has been achieved, and now he instructs Qiao Qiao: "Don't you want to buy chewing gum? Hurry up and go."

Afterwards, she watched everyone watch the king's expression vigilantly, and slowly led the king to the road.

One person and one dog actually showed two points of safety under this hazy street light.

At this time, she heard footsteps behind her.

When he turned his head, he saw the young girl chasing after him:

"Is it Song Tan?"

She pursed her lips and smiled, there was a beautiful dimple on her cheek, and the whole person's expression was indescribably cheerful.

"I heard your name earlier."

"I have tasted the purple vetch in your field, and it tastes very good. I don't know what new type of fertilizer or a new variety you use?"

Song Tan raised his brows: "Have you bought it?"

The girl was stunned for a moment, then her eyes lit up: "Are you still selling this?"

Then he shook his head again: "No. When I was passing through the fields, I saw Uncle Li pulling his cow for a long time before pulling it away. I thought how delicious this is? I went to pull a piece of it and taste it."

She held out her hand:
"Hello, my name is Xin Jun. It's the party secretary of our Yunqiao Village who just took office last year."

After she finished speaking, she blinked again: "If you have read the news, you should know that more than 900 college student village officials came to our province last year-I am one of them."

　Fifth, Concubine Wan has squeezed me dry, and I seem to have squeezed you all dry... no more.

　　The college student village officials are real. More than 900 of them came from our province last year and completed the appointment of the old and the new (in fact, there are no in our village...).

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(End of this chapter)