Chapter 107

Song Tan knows that the village is harmonious now, and no one touches her family's things. For one, everyone hasn't realized the taste of Chinese milk vetch in this field yet.

After all, except for that young village secretary, no one would pull a blade of grass to taste it, right? Especially the field on the outermost periphery, which is used by Old Man Li to graze the ox.

For another, the real good things haven't reached the harvest season yet. Now that the locals have come back to toss, they still have an advantage.

Otherwise, it wouldn't be so easy for a young girl like her to come back and do things.

This is also the reason why Song Tan tends to hire people in the village to work. If there are no young and strong people, she hires old people. Because hiring old people to work has both advantages and disadvantages, it all depends on how to handle it.

Old Man Li nodded in agreement with her crying poor:

"That's true, you can't toss your parents' money. You still have Qiao Qiao in your family, and life won't be easy when you get old."

But he looked around and exhorted: "Then you still have to have someone watching in this field... I planted two ridges of Chinese cabbage last year, and someone secretly cut seven or eight of them overnight."

The old man was very angry when he talked about this.

I don't know who is so unrefined. If you want to eat what is planted in your own field, just say it, right? Who would be reluctant to give Chinese cabbage!

He is a lonely old man, and he can't pickle or dry it. Doesn't the Chinese cabbage get sent out in the end?

They had to steal it.

Bah!

This made Old Man Li, who was getting old and weak, even more angry. Reminding Song Tan at this moment was also a sincere worry.

And Song Tan comforted: "It's okay, with your help watching, and the two new dog houses built under the bamboo forest, did you see them? At that time, my two dogs will come over to help watch."

This pond is at the very top of the field, and the dog house is built by the pond. Two dogs sleep there, and both the pond and the field can be taken care of. It is a good location that Song Sancheng specially found.

Otherwise, why did she spend a lot of money to buy dogs?

It's really because she grew up in the village and knows the saying "people are different once they exceed a hundred."

Old Man Li breathed a sigh of relief, and a sense of comfort surged on his dark and old face:

"Dogs are good, dog ears are sharp, and eyes can see far. Is it the dog in your house that eats tigers?"

Song Tan:...

She didn't know how to answer for a moment, so she could only nod vaguely: "It's not that exaggerated, they are two smaller ones."

Da Bao and Er Bao are responsible for guarding the fish pond and the field.

Old Man Li had seen the big dog that looked like a tiger patrolling the front yard around the back mountain:

"What two smaller ones, how small can they be? They even ate tigers, can't they watch a vegetable garden? This is reliable!"

The phone that had long been forgotten was live-streaming all this quietly. The operations of the live-streaming company accidentally saw the retention data and couldn't help but be shocked:

What is this broadcasting? Why is the user retention rate so high?

A rough look shows pastoral scenery, and an old man is saying some things in dialect. There was no time to review it carefully, and then he unhesitatingly put this live-stream into a more conspicuous recommendation position.

Although it can't compare to other popular streamers, for a new streamer, it is also a top-notch position.

However, just after it was pushed up, Song Tan on the other side of the phone only heard a "beep" sound, followed by a black screen.

She bent down to pick up her forgotten phone, pressed it twice, and only then reacted—it was out of power.

Looking at the large pile of Chinese milk vetch she had cut out again, she waved to Old Man Li: "Grandpa Li, I'm going home first. When Qiao Qiao comes later, you can ask him to load these up."

Nowadays, the phone is an important means of contacting customers, so charging it is more important.

Who knew that just as she walked to the door, she saw Qiao Qiao running over: "Sister, Dad said to let you go to the back mountain."

Then he automatically reached out to take her sickle: "I'll go cut Chinese milk vetch."

This thing is also done every morning. Although Song Tan felt sorry for her younger brother, she didn't spoil him, so she handed the sickle to him: "Don't forget to carry the basket over."

Then she went straight to the back mountain.

There, the small excavator was still working conscientiously.

Zhang Yanping found this honest person, who works with everyone every day, leaving early and returning late, doing a day and a half's work in one day.

For this reason, even if he eats three bowls of rice every meal, Until Wu Lan is beaming with joy at home.

Song Tan went to the back mountain and saw that besides Song Sancheng, there was also a strange man standing on the hillside.

The other party was thin and short, and his waist and back were slightly hunched, looking about 1.6 meters tall. His hair was an old-fashioned crew cut, which cost five yuan in the town and included shaving his face and beard.

He was also wearing the same jacket and black trousers that Song Sancheng often wore when working. At this moment, seeing Song Tan, a look of embarrassment appeared on his wrinkled face.

"Tantan." Song Sancheng introduced her: "You probably can't recognize him anymore, this is your Uncle Zhang."

Then he pointed his finger at the top of the mountain opposite, where there was a simple red brick house.

"Your Uncle Zhang lives there."

The terrain of this mountain contracted by Song Tan is quite unique. The whole mountain range is more like a closed ring. The inner ring is like a bowl, and the bottom of the bowl is the pond below.

There are a few acres of vegetable fields around the pond, and all four sides are such barren mountains with slopes.

But, this is the whole piece.

The back mountain originally owned by Song Tan's family plus the contracted place only occupied less than a quarter of the area of this bowl.

Therefore, you can clearly see the scene of the mountain on the other side from the mountain on this side.

She looked at this single-family household, and then looked at this position, and instantly reacted to who this Uncle Zhang was—he was the Zhang Wangjia that everyone talked about a few days ago.

"Uncle Zhang." Song Tan greeted politely—obviously the other party was the same age as her father, but at this moment he looked haggard and vicissitudinous, as if he were more than ten years older.

What is there that needs her help?

Song Tan even thought of borrowing money, but after thinking carefully, people in the village are particular, and they would never borrow money from a junior like her, especially since she is a girl.

Just pondering, she saw Zhang Wangjia's expression becoming more and more embarrassed. At this moment, his hands were rubbing helplessly, and then he pointed to the large pile of weeds, shrubs, and branches they had piled up on the edge of the mountain land:

"These, don't waste them, keep them for composting."

"Are you going to burn them?"

Song Tan had this plan.

Plant ash can kill bacteria and insects and is also excellent fertilizer. Leaving these things here will only get in the way and breed various insect eggs and bacteria. It is better to burn them with a fire to save trouble.

Zhang Wangjia hurriedly shook his head: "Don't burn, don't burn, it's a waste to burn, I can compost!"

"Grapes won't work either; the Zhengjiagou grapes are famous throughout the city. It would be much harder for us to go and grab that market."

"Domestic large cherries and blueberries are popular right now, but our sunlight just can't compare to theirs. Plus, these things are mostly grown in the suburbs and operated as plantations. For us beginners, the risk is a bit high."

"Oh right, Huacheng's kiwifruit is very famous. Our climates are similar. Are you considering kiwifruit? Those are vines, and they're quite durable before they ripen."

"I compost well. Every year in the past, people came to look for me. I have several piles on the edge of my land. If you want to use them, you can pull them to you."

"I can do other farm work too, your dad knows."

---Side Note---

That's all, I will really work hard at the end of the month, and I still owe you an extra update.

But these two days... it's not up to me, it depends on my body.

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