Chapter 109

Zhang Wangjia's proposal about contracting the mountain just now didn't mention money, clearly meaning it was lower than the market price or simply meaning a little money.

Song Tan accepted his favor.

The mountain land he just said to contract to Song Tan refers to this slope below his house, which happens to be connected to this piece of barren land in the back mountain.

About twenty mu, belonging to another one-sixth of this bowl-shaped mountain range. Of course, mountain forest is not better than farmland, but Zhang Wangjia is capable, and this piece of mountain land is planted with kudzu root, which can also make money.

Kudzu root was not intentionally planted at the beginning.

It's just that this mountain forest grew a lot of kudzu vines. Aunt Zhang was clever. One winter, she dug one or two hundred jin back and dried more than ten jin of kudzu powder. Besides the children's, the rest also earned a thousand or eight hundred yuan.

The second year, the couple intentionally cleaned up this piece of land and buried some fertilizer, allowing these wild kudzu roots to take root and spread rapidly.

Now every winter, the couple can earn ten thousand yuan by relying on this.

Ten thousand yuan, it doesn't sound like much, but it wins because there is no cost! Just need to put in effort.

If you want to make money on this mountain, you have to invest a lot in the early stage, which is not cost-effective for people in the village.

So the two also interplanted some beans, watermelons, peanuts, etc. The harvest was really average, but relying on these, it is not a problem to earn another two or three thousand yuan.

Therefore, the old couple didn't go out to work anymore, but cleaned up the fields at home with peace of mind.

Now it's early April, kudzu vines and green leaves are sprouting. It's not a good time to dig kudzu roots. It's suitable to enter winter.

And digging kudzu roots now and cleaning up the mountain forest can't catch up with the good farming season. Therefore, neither of them mentioned the matter of contracting the mountain now.

But because of this consideration, Song Tan also gave the suggestion sincerely:

"Uncle Zhang, it's not okay for you to just take money away. If you ask me, you should hold this money firmly in your hands first, and don't give it to your children no matter what they say."

"When you feel the time is right, just donate it directly. Donations cannot be recovered. It is doing good and accumulating virtue, and we will have blessings in the next life."

Song Tan is a cultivator, not a cultivator of the netherworld path. Now the spiritual energy here is pitifully thin, so she naturally can't tell.

But for Zhang Wangjia, spiritual sustenance is stronger than anything!

At this moment, he really reacted: "Yes, yes, yes! I will donate it in your aunt's name. I will accumulate blessings for her! Let her have a good life in the next life!"

His expression is visibly appreciative:

"It's still you young people who have culture and know more."

Turning his head, he thought of another worry: "Then what if I have an accident?"

Who can tell this?

If you find out you have an illness and have time to arrange your funeral, that's fine. But if you encounter a natural disaster or man-made disaster, such as falling on flat ground, or something...

Thinking so meticulously, I think Zhang Wangjia has really thought about it seriously and thoroughly.

Thinking about how he specifically went to the town to ask about the policy of severing the relationship...

Song Tan also answered seriously: "Then I will take you to the city when I have time, and we will find a lawyer to write a will. Then, spend a few hundred yuan to get a notarization."

"At that time, how to arrange your funeral affairs and how to arrange this money, in front of national law, your biological children can't take it back."

Zhang Wangjia heard it so meticulously for the first time, and at this moment, he was only relieved: "Good, good, good, just do it!"

Thinking for a while, he said: "Don't worry, I will ask the lawyer to write another thing, that is, if something happens to me when I work for you, no one is allowed to come and blackmail money!"

Seeing the other party's waist and back straightened a lot, he went home with high spirits at this moment.

Song Tan sighed, looked at the barren mountain that had almost been cleaned up, and let out a long sigh—

There are really too many things at home. Now that someone can come to work, it seems that a lot of burdens have been unloaded at once.

It was Song Sancheng who hesitated: "Tantan, didn't you discuss with your Grandpa Li not to give him a salary, but to ask him to watch the rice fields for us?"

"Here, you gave Uncle Zhang two thousand again, do you have to exhort him to hide it and not tell others?"

Song Tan laughed: "No need, Dad."

Zhang Wangjia's original intention is to vent this breath. If he is asked to hide it, what is the meaning of this job? It's better to go out to work.

"We have so much work, we have to find reliable people to do it. Put the salary words out first, which saves people from opening their mouths, asking for too much, and hurting feelings."

Working in the village, don't look at these short-term workers who earn one or two hundred a day, but if you really want to talk about long-term stable wages, two thousand yuan is about the same.

After all, farm work is done when there is work, and it can be dragged on when there is no work. So after so many years, except for large-scale agricultural plans, I haven't heard of anyone hiring a long-term worker to do farm work.

This has led to people who are willing to endure hardship thinking the salary is low, and those who don't think the salary is low are not necessarily willing to work. And if you offer a high salary, rural families really can't afford it.

Song Sancheng smoked a cigarette: "I understand this reason, I'm just afraid that your Grandpa Li will feel uncomfortable hearing it..."

Don't worry about scarcity, worry about inequality!

Song Tan shook her head: "My Grandpa Li has descendants who are filial. Besides, he doesn't do heavy work. He just helps out and keeps an eye on things. He comes to stroll around twice when he has nothing to do."

"You say I offer a salary of two thousand for this job, then the other old men and women in the village won't go crazy grabbing it? So we discussed it early on. If he is willing, we won't mention money, just help send rice, flour, grain, and oil, which is more convenient than him buying it alone."

"At the end of the year, we will cut another twenty jin of pork from our house, and that's it."

"If he is not willing, it's okay to say so."

Song Sancheng breathed a sigh of relief: "I know... it's good that you made it clear."

Turning his head, he became proud again: "Look at my daughter, she does things in an orderly manner now, worthy of being my daughter!"

Song Tan:...

This is really a biological father. Your daughter has only worked for less than two years from the ivory tower of university to society. Now that her brain is so clear, don't you want to think about why?

But she was happy to let her parents rest assured, and asked again:

"Dad, after tomorrow, I see that the fields at the door can be plowed almost the same. At that time, the pond will be drained, and the two rice fields below have to be prepared."

"Then vegetable seeds should be sown, and vegetable seedlings should be transplanted. The back mountain will depend on you alone."

Song Sancheng looked at her: "Can't I do it? It was originally taken care of by me alone."

"Besides, your Uncle Zhang, he will definitely come tomorrow!"

"Oh, by the way," he remembered one thing.

"Your eldest uncle called and said that everyone will come back to the old house to visit the graves tomorrow. There are many people in our family, don't forget to tell your grandma tonight, don't pick tea tomorrow morning, help make a meal."

---Side Note---

Also, let me add a little more.

Monthly tickets are more!

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