When the female supporting role has a beauty system

Chapter 1292 Farm Owner 45
Hu Feng twitched the corners of his mouth as if he were smiling, and the scar on his face moved along with it: "There are savory ones. My grandma once said that when she was little, she ate savory glutinous rice balls, which were bigger than the regular ones."

Tan You made the decision: "Then let's make another batch of savory glutinous rice balls. Just then, Minister Huang sent over half a pork carcass."

"The owner is so generous!" the workers cheered in unison. They were always moved by Tan You's generosity. They couldn't express their gratitude in words, but they had already said thank you a thousand times in their hearts.

"By the way, it's the Lantern Festival, so you should all go home early this afternoon to reunite with your families. You can come to the farm tomorrow night." Tan You isn't a heartless capitalist who wouldn't let everyone rest on such a day for family reunion.

Hu Feng agreed: "Okay, we'll take care of the farm before we go back."

“I trust Brother Hu to do things,” Tan You said, taking out half a pig that Minister Huang had given her. “Take five catties of pork, chop it into filling, and make savory glutinous rice balls. Two catties each to take back.”

"Pick out the spare ribs for me separately, and stew the rest for lunch."

"For lunch... we'll have rice today."

Thinking about how much these people could eat and consume, Tan You felt a pang of heartache; she didn't have much rice left. But it was a holiday, so she let it go. She could accelerate the growth of rice at any time, and as for the workers' meals, there was plenty of wheat in the warehouse.

Hu Feng was in charge of cooking lunch, with Tan You giving instructions. Tan You had a lot of seasonings at home; the soy sauce was homemade, the brown sugar was brewed by her, and the wine was also homemade.

Except for salt, which she bought, she was self-sufficient in everything else.

"Don't add potatoes to the braised pork today. Two pieces each, it's up to you whether you eat them yourself or take them home." Tan You had said this beforehand, knowing that these people were usually very frugal and would want to take any good food home.

How could he truly feel at ease drinking and eating meat on the farm? He figured they all wanted to take it home. Tan You declined to comment, ultimately attributing it to poverty.

Xiao Liu peeked into the pot of bubbling braised pork and his Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily. Each piece of braised pork was about the size of a fist, and after removing the ribs and the part used to wrap the glutinous rice balls, he had cut less than thirty pieces in total.

Since coming to the farm, the family has been able to enjoy meat from time to time, and life is indeed much better than before. They don't ask for much; they just want their loved ones to live peacefully in this world.

At noon, no one touched the pot of braised pork; they simply took a bowl and filled it with their own portion. Tan You didn't offer to share the rest of the braised pork; instead, she pushed the sauce towards everyone.

Hu Feng was the first to mix a bowl of rice: "It smells so good."

The others followed suit, and no one touched Tan You's share. Tan You smiled and tapped the table: "Once our own farm reaches a certain scale, we won't be so stingy like we are now."

Xiao Liu shoveled a couple of mouthfuls of rice into his mouth: "Yes, I think Xiao Hua is pregnant."

“That’s great,” Tan You laughed. “In another year we’ll be able to slaughter pigs.”

After lunch, everyone busied themselves making glutinous rice balls. There weren't any female employees at Tan You's place, so the men seemed quite rough when doing kitchen work. For example, each glutinous rice ball was as big as Tan You's palm, equivalent to three or four ordinary ones.

Tan You really doesn't care; so what if it's big? It'll just take a little longer to cook.

At four o'clock, Li Yong and Chen Xiaojun drove over on time to take everyone back. Tan You handed them a food box: "It's not convenient for you to cook for yourselves in the army, so I didn't prepare any glutinous rice balls for you."

"There are six dried persimmons inside, symbolizing good fortune." Li Yong took the food box: "Thank you."

He didn't say anything about transferring some money to Tan You, because saying it would only hurt their feelings, and they would only care more about the farm in the future.

Tan You waved her hand: "You're welcome. Go early and come back early. If it's convenient for you today, come to the farm for dinner tonight."

Li Yong said with some regret, "I can't come."

"That's alright, come whenever you have time." Tan You smiled and said, "Go back now."

Li Yong and Chen Xiaojun escorted the workers back to their family compound, but Tan You didn't go straight back to rest. Instead, she dragged a trailer towards the riverbank. The trailer carried two large vats containing two types of aquatic mutant plants.

One large vat contained level four mutated calamus, while the other large vat contained level five mutated lotus flowers that Tan You particularly favored. Although currently only the lotus roots were buried deep in the vat, and the calamus only had a few leaves.

But Tanyou believed in their expansion capabilities, and that given time, they would surely be able to fill this area of ​​water.

Stopping by the river, Tan You bent down and dug a section of white, tender lotus root out of the water vat. After adding several layers of protective covering, Tan You casually tossed the lotus root into the river.

As for the calamus, Tan You planted it on the riverbank. Although there were only a few calamus plants on the bank at the moment, Tan You seemed to see a future where calamus would stretch endlessly along both sides of the riverbank.

Days passed quickly, and March arrived soon after. The winter wheat in C87 was finally ripe. Minister Huang kept a close eye on the situation and knew that Tan You was short-handed, so he personally led the third team to help Tan You with the harvest.

The wind warriors stood on the shore, unleashing wave after wave of wind blades, causing swathes of wheat to fall to the ground. The other warriors busied themselves binding the wheat and transporting it back to the threshing ground.

If the farmer himself came, it would take the whole family ten to fifteen days to work. But here, it doesn't take that long; in less than three days, all the wheat was spread out on the threshing floor.

Minister Huang, holding a very familiar-looking computer, said, "Forest owner, I don't need much, just sell me half."

Tan You knew he wanted: "Half is too much, I still have to pay taxes. These days, I have to pay a lot of taxes on my two farms every year. Two hundred acres, that's 20,000 catties of grain in taxes."

Twenty thousand jin, that's ten tons. That's a fifth gone right away. If Lao Huang wants half of that, Tan You's fear of food shortages is starting to kick in.

After much persuasion from Minister Huang, Tan You finally agreed to only 15 tons, with the remaining 20 tons being the farm's daily consumption.

It's not that she's stingy; these days, the farm's monthly wage expenses are the biggest burden. Everyone wants grain, not rations. Each person's food rations and wages amount to 250 jin (125 kg), so the wages for twelve people would require 1.5 tons.

The twenty tons of wheat that Tan You has left behind will only last until the end of the year. After all, her wages are paid in flour, not wheat.

At this moment, Tan You selectively forgot that the farm was still producing, and that she had so many mutated plants and several breeding farms.

Minister Huang said with envy, "They've already stored up quite a bit of grain; you should give them some general rations."

“Whether it’s grain or points, it’s all the same,” Tan You said, understanding everyone’s behavior: “Everyone is afraid of being hungry, and everyone wants to have more grain in their hands. It’s only human nature.”