Chapter 1101

Everyone can imagine how delicious the chicken is, but Wu Lan absolutely will not allow the sacrifice of the little chickens!

"Why are you so wasteful? If you want to eat chicken or duck, go buy it yourself! Our little chickens have only been here for a year, and early spring is the time when they can lay eggs. Why are you making such a fuss?!"

An egg sells for ten yuan, and there are only a hundred or so little chickens in total, so what are you eating? Is there not enough food at home to squander? Look at the cake roll in your hand again!

"Eating still can't fill your mouth!"

The old mother is very angry.

Song Tan felt very wronged: "Didn't we agree to buy more little chickens to raise in early spring? Then we won't be short of our own to eat."

"You also said 'when the time comes,' isn't the time not here yet? Wait until early spring to see if our hens will brood. If they do, let them hatch them themselves."

They are purebred little native chickens with long and thin legs, and their wings can fly a long way when they flap. Especially those few little roosters, their feathers shine in the sun, not to mention how spirited they are!

Wu Lan felt that since the chickens grew so well, it must be because their family's luck is prosperous, so they must be raised first and eaten when they are old.

"Besides, our chickens don't have much meat, and at one year old, they are just able to brood. Isn't it a pity to eat them? When the time comes, hatch a hundred or two hundred, and I won't say anything if you eat them next year..."

Broiler chickens can brood in three or four months, but native chickens must be raised for at least a year. Otherwise, why would Wu Lan be so reluctant?

However, there is one point: "Why don't we buy some broiler chickens next year? Their eggs are a bit larger. Our little native chickens are still a bit lacking."

"Okay." Song Tan wrote this down: "I'll ask my aunt to pick them. The one she took me to before is indeed honest."

"Okay!" Wu Lan also agreed: "Buy some more ducks. I see that the salted duck eggs are not enough to sell this year. We can't raise too many cattle and sheep on the riverbank, but we can still raise quite a few chickens and ducks."

Song Tan thought to herself, what has ever been enough to sell in this family? It's just that everyone loves the versatile salted duck eggs, and she also loves to give them away, which makes it seem like there aren't enough.

Not to mention anything else, the New Year gift packages for Xin Jun, Professor Song, and the others all include a bucket of salted duck eggs and chicken eggs per person.

Just that kind of oil bucket, with a small hole opened on top and some chaff spread at the bottom, and then filled one by one... The buckets are all ready, just waiting for them to set off to be loaded!

Fine, the old mother won't let her do it, so Song Tan has to give up. At this moment, she changed the subject:

"I've never understood, no matter how similar the riverbank scene is, I won't let them cause damage, so how will they film it then?"

What sword splitting the long river, what white waves hanging high... Just kidding! Professor Song has already planned that place, and the lotus roots have been reserved, so how could they let them blast the water?

What's more, nets have been pulled under the area that belongs to their own home, so it's even more impossible to cause damage if they want to raise fish.

Even so, Song Tan explained everything one by one. She didn't intend to refuse people at first, but as a result, they just hummed and hawed when they heard it and agreed directly.

If they hadn't sworn to follow the contract, Song Tan really wouldn't have been able to agree to something so sloppy.

Lu Chuan was startled and recalled the script in a daze: "It shouldn't require big scenes. Filming on location is easily criticized by others for destroying the environment, and besides, the actors might not be able to do it, which easily drives up the cost."

"There will be a continuous plot here, which is quite important. You asked for a high price, and the production side is very happy."

"The fighting scenes you are worried about are also a combination of location filming and special effects... There's no other way, young actors can't keep up with too many movements."

Song Tan nodded and then said with relief: "That's fine, but just in case, I set the compensation amount high."

Lu Chuan laughed: "In March or April, the grass grows and the warblers fly. This director is very knowledgeable about aesthetics; he can't bear to destroy it."

As they were talking, they saw Song Sancheng come over and point to the remaining cake rolls: "Should we send them to the riverbank?"

"Must send!" Wu Lan said quickly: "Your uncle is also too distant. Let them come to help watch the cattle and sheep; they are all relatives, yet he insists on being formal and doesn't even come home to eat every day."

The family of three takes turns going to the mountain canteen to eat, or gets some vegetables to cook for themselves at the pasture.

Actually, with a few dogs watching the riverbank and surveillance, it's not like they can't leave for a moment.

Because of this, whenever the family makes fresh food, Wu Lan worries about sending some to them to taste.

Not to mention anything else, Leilei was unreliable before, but now he has long been trained, and he is very steady in his work.

"By the way, let your uncle see little Lu... He wasn't one of our family when we saw him last time, let him see him again this time." Wu Lan said happily.

Lu Chuan:...

And Song Tan was already carrying the insulated bucket filled with the pork intestines and mince that Seventh Cousin had just stir-fried: "Qiaoqiao, pack me a bucket of the rice noodles you pressed this morning, I'll take them to Uncle later. It's rare that Wu Lei has a reliable friend visiting, let them taste it at noon too."

"Okay!" Qiaoqiao started moving nimbly. At this moment, seeing Song Tan already starting the tricycle dashingly, he thought for a moment and said:

"Then I'll go later, the meat for the dogs hasn't thawed yet."

"Okay." Song Tan put the bucket in the carriage, turned around, and greeted Lu Chuan: "Why aren't you getting on? Grab this railing and squat down later, otherwise, it's easy to fall when the tricycle shakes."

She described it very thoroughly, but Lu Chuan looked at the familiar jujube-red tricycle in front of him and couldn't help but fall silent at this moment.

The next moment, just as he finally untied his baggage and prepared to go in and squat, he heard Song Tan "tsk" and then got off the car helplessly, looking doting:

"Really delicate—Qiaoqiao, give me the keys to Da Duo, our tricycle is too bumpy, your pretty brother doesn't like sitting in it."

The whole courtyard of people laughed instantly, and Teacher Tang also agreed: "What would such a handsome young man look like sitting in your tricycle? You'd be better off riding a motorcycle than driving a tricycle—at most, Qiaoqiao's Da Duo can barely manage."

Not to mention anything else, the color painted at a high price hasn't faded at all, and it's wiped clean every day. Having a fairy-like man sitting on the seven-colored macaron, that's what you call a perfect match!

Lu Chuan listened to the raucous, rampant laughter of Qin Yun and He Kuang, and then looked at Song Tan who had already sat in the driver's seat again, and couldn't help but feel his eyes go dark at this moment.

A moment later, he squeezed out a smile: "Actually, I'm pretty good at riding a tricycle too."

"It's okay," Song Tan waved her hand carelessly: "It's cold, and you aren't wearing gloves. The handlebars are freezing, and the cold wind easily makes your hands ache, don't get frostbitten later."

"Come on!"

She put the two buckets of rice noodles on the carriage and urged Lu Chuan: "Hurry up and squat down, hold on tight to the railing, don't fall when we start."

The tricycle buzzed, and the white cloud on top of the seven-colored Da Duo also trembled.

And the car drove forward all the way, the cold wind blowing their faces icy cold. Shattered along with it was the male dignity that Lu Chuan couldn't even describe...