Chapter 1011: Why aren't we there yet!

Song Tan didn't know that the guests from afar were struggling over their clothes.

After all, she had been busy all morning, and she was wearing a pair of wide, large rain boots that anyone in the family could fit into!

There was no other way, there was simply too much preparation work, just building the stove and plastering it with yellow mud, because there were so many people eating, required building a whole row.

Seeing that it was already lunchtime and they hadn't finished, she simply rolled up her sleeves and joined in.

And in the courtyard, basins of golden, crispy, and fragrant Scorched Leaf were placed there to cool, just waiting to be bagged and stored once they cooled down.

If they didn't lose their crispness in the middle, they would remain crispy and delicious until the New Year.

However, such good things were just placed there openly, and they were just fried, so whoever passed by couldn't help but reach out and pinch a piece.

Not to mention anything else, Old Du alone was about to fill his stomach.

Seventh Cousin didn't stop them—this stuff that cost some flour and oil, the most expensive part was just using some of Song Tan's eggs and sesame seeds, let them eat if they want!

How much can you eat until your stomach is full?

These peers of his weren't very nimble at work, but the young people they brought were willing to do whatever they were told, and were very hardworking.

Just for that, they had to let people eat to their heart's content!

And following along to get busy was also Dr. Xiao Guo in her own clinic.

Staying in Yunqiao Village for this half year, Guo Dong had truly lived a good life.

If she wanted to eat vegetables, she could pluck them from the Song family's field, although she couldn't make anything fancy herself, so later she simply followed the canteen directly.

Her business was also doing quite well, and she had saved up quite a bit of family wealth.

And now that she had caught up with the pig slaughter banquet, the Song family even sent her a piece of business—that is, if she had time, to roll some hawthorn pills.

Wouldn't she have to roll them?!

As for those few pigs of Song Tan's family, Guo Dong herself didn't know how many times she had thought about them! She didn't dare to imagine how delicious they were.

Now, while rolling them, she stuffed hawthorn pills into her own mouth, eating them with the heaviness of medicinal herbs and the sweet fragrance of honey, the more she chewed, the more she felt the sour fragrance was delicious, the more she chewed, the more she felt hungry, and drool flowed...

Sigh! Why is it only the sixth today! Why hasn't the eighth arrived yet!

At the same time, another group of people was also squeezed onto the return train, chatting enthusiastically at this moment:

"There are so many people!"

"Oh my, isn't it, I'm squeezed so I have no place to put my feet, I should have bought a high-speed rail ticket."

"You're talking about that, the high-speed rail ticket is over 600, you buy it!"

"The high-speed rail ticket is probably not easy to buy either, it's almost New Year, we can still buy tickets now, those who are a batch later probably won't even be able to grab them."

Several people were wearing old clothes, carrying large and small bags of luggage, squeezed in the train aisle, and the unique voice of the staff came from the carriage entrance:

"Come, make way, pull your feet in, sunflower seeds, snacks, mineral water..."

Several people hurriedly stopped talking, and hugged their luggage close to make room. After the person left, they couldn't help but sigh again:

"Are we coming out next year? Working outside is too much of a loss."

This loss, of course, was not a financial loss.

In fact, throughout the year, the main income of the family really had to rely on working outside. But the problem is that working outside, sleeping on the construction site, firstly, people are unfamiliar with the place, secondly, the food is poor, and thirdly, the climate is all kinds of uncomfortable...

In short, working outside at this age naturally involves heavy and tiring work that young people don't want to do.

Everyone sighed: "If we don't work, what can we do? There's no money staying at home."

"I heard my dad say don't come out to work next year, stay in the village and work for the Song family, said the wages are high..."

"I know, I came over in early autumn, I worked for them all summer before, there is work, and the pay is prompt, like slightly harder work can pay up to 200."

"It's just that there isn't much work. They spent tens of millions on wrapping mountains and planting land this year, heard they want to do a big business. But it hasn't developed yet, this work is here one day and gone the next, it's not reliable."

"Tens of millions?! You say, how did people earn this money? Even if it fell from the sky, I'd have to pick it up for a long time!"

"Whatever, let's talk about it when we get back."

We have to go back!

The construction site has stopped work, Old Liu has high blood pressure and the construction site won't let him work now, he won't be able to go out next year either.

"If there really is work, it would be quite good for us to do some short-term work at our doorstep."

Reaching middle age, they are increasingly unable to keep up with the times, traveling to big cities is also difficult, and now they are increasingly attached to their hometown.

Not far away, several middle-aged women were also pondering: "Let's look at a few more factories on Tremolo next year, working in this factory is too tiring, standing for more than ten hours a day, really can't stand it..."

"But this wage is high, at our age, other families might not even have work, only giving 17 yuan an hour."

"Exactly, this family gives 21, so be it if it's tiring, working for a few months can earn the New Year money."

Talking and talking, it's all about bitterness, money, the two words of survival, everything is not easy!

Chatting and chatting, everyone's topic spread out again:

"We came back early, earning half a month less wages than those who left late."

"Oh my, I'm afraid of catching up with the factory not letting people go at the end of the year, we can't spend the New Year outside!"

"Li Lanhua told me, told me to rush back before Laba, said there's good news waiting... I pondered that she isn't a person who talks nonsense, I wanted to leave long ago, so I just took this opportunity."

"What exactly is it?"

"Don't know!" The person speaking was also confused: "Just said come back on Laba to let us see the changes in the village, and by the way, show our faces so people have an impression, so it's convenient to earn money next year."

Speaking of earning money, everyone was energetic, but now they were racking their brains, and couldn't think of anything that required showing their faces, having an impression, and being convenient to earn money?

There were others traveling together, not from the same village, just relatives and friends, familiar with each other, and hearing this, they couldn't help but ponder:

"When we get back to the evening, don't delay, hurry up and ask, if there is any opportunity to work on Laba, call us all!"

"Alright!"

A pig slaughter banquet, like a butterfly's wings, fanned people from all directions to surge because of it.

And Song Tan just shouted again:

"Mom, Old Zhao called and said the radishes and cabbages before sold quite well, preparing to come and pull a truckload back to sell tomorrow—whose family should we collect from first tomorrow?"

Of course, Old Zhao's business is naturally not as simple as this sentence. Those radishes and cabbages purchased for 5 yuan, 5.5 yuan, he doubled the price and more when he went back, and those who bought them all became repeat customers, simply praising them without end...

It can only be said that Old Zhao, staring at the newly processed membership cards, was already laughing until he couldn't see his teeth.

And Wu Lan's distress is—

"Collecting tomorrow? I was planning to ask people in the village to come and help clean up tomorrow, if he collects radishes and cabbages, that's two or three fewer people to work."

How many people are there in the village now?! ===== CHAPTER 1012 =====