Chapter 13: All are poor lives

It is the leisure time of the year in the countryside. Men and women in the village, in their thirties, forties, and fifties, who can work steadily, were all called over by Song Sancheng—time waits for no one, tidy up now, and you have to sow seeds in the fields in early spring.

Song Tan's plan is clear—

The grass in the chestnut forest needs to be tidied up, those old chestnut trees should be fertilized and pruned. When the time comes, fungus racks will be built under the trees.

The periphery also needs to be enclosed to prevent animals or people from coming in to make trouble.

It just so happens that some trees were cut down from the back mountain, and the trunks are used to point fungus seeds, and the branches are used to build sheds to block wind and rain for the pigs to sleep, and several pig troughs need to be prepared, separated by iron wire mesh.

What about the fields?

In the past month or two, plant Chinese milk vetch first. After the Chinese milk vetch blooms, the time is almost up, then turn and plow finely again, ready to plant rice and vegetables.

Some seeds can be raised in seedlings first after a while.

Also, find local free-range chickens, ducks, and have to make an appointment with people about the time to hold piglets. With so many people, you have to arrange meals every day...

Song Sancheng and Wu Lan are busy every day, and what about their daughter?

It's not that she didn't do any work, but the little girl has great strength and followed them to carry tree trunks on the mountain.

Who in the village wouldn't praise her!

But Wu Lan felt sour when she heard it!

Why carry tree trunks, this silly child! You say that at the age of a flower, you don't go to sit in an office, but come back to farm. What can you say? In the future, when talking about marriage, where can you find a suitable boy!

The daughter is not idle, but when she is idle, she checks some information on the computer... Wu Lan went in to see once—

Good heavens! Only now is she holding the Buddha's feet temporarily, looking at some scientific planting explanations?!

This, this, this!

She sighed, if it weren't for the money already spent, she wouldn't be able to toss it around anymore.

The couple calculated the accounts at night, labor, machines, fungus seeds, chickens, ducks, piglets, fertilizers...

60,000 yuan was smashed in, and it only made a sound.

Calculating again, this money can only last until the end of April, and at most harvest a piece of Chinese milk vetch.

There is also the 60,000 yuan family fortune prepared by Wu Lan, but looking at the child being unreliable, Wu Lan really can't bear to take the money now!

60,000 yuan, if there is nothing major, the couple will save for two years!

Song Sancheng and Wu Lan were really worried that their hair would turn white.

They felt that raising sons and daughters is a debt. This girl has been obedient and sensible for twenty years, but now she is doing a big job, worry!

But it's strange to say, the more they worry, the more they sleep at night. Song Sancheng's snoring was deafening at night, but there was no movement. Wu Lan, at this age, could sleep for five hours intermittently at night, but since her daughter came home, she went to bed at seven or eight o'clock and didn't wake up until six o'clock.

This is really...

Wu Lan complained to Song Sancheng: "Just say we are poor lives, the more money we spend, the more tired we are, and the more comfortable we feel!"

Song Sancheng also agreed: "Isn't it, you see I work hard every day, and my back pain is gone!"

In the room, Song Tan gathered spiritual energy, hiding her fame and merit.

Not far away, grandpa and grandma, the old couple Song Youde, have been helping with work for the past few days. Now Song Youde is smoking a pipe, and he feels beautiful in his heart.

"Still our Tan Tan is a college student, capable, knowing how to come back to farm."

"We farmers, as long as there is something to eat in the field, we have a way out at any time."

Known, Song Youde: bitter background of a tenant farmer in a landlord's house.

In his eyes, there is nothing bigger than the fields.

Wang Lifen also thinks the same, but her angle is different: "Farming is good, we can still work, help the child, isn't it better than sitting and being in a daze?"

"Besides, raising sons and daughters, we can't see them a few times a year. Tan Tan comes back to farm, if she invites people, there are fewer people working in autumn, and there is popularity in the village."

Isn't that so?

They are all at this age. When they were young, seeing that there was only Qiao Qiao as a male in the younger son's family, they always felt it wouldn't work.

If the son can work, it's fine. If he can't walk when he's old, he still has to take care of Qiao Qiao. What should he do then?

Now that Tan Tan is back, their family is also a reliance, and the sister and brother can spend more time together, and Qiao Qiao can look at her when he's old.

Otherwise, if they don't go home for a long time, the blood relationship will be consumed quickly.

However, as an old man, and having experienced so many years of wind and rain, Song Youde sees it more thoroughly than Song Sancheng:

"I think Tan Tan has really learned skills. Although the fields are busy, she is smiling every day even when she does so much work. She must have a plan in her heart."

"That's right," Wang Lifen also admitted: "She has been smart and sensible since she was a child, and she definitely won't do things she's not sure about."

Both of them have been in poor health for the past few years, and the children didn't let them plant much land, so they could only tidy up the vegetable garden at the door—

It's leisurely, but the old couple can't get their spirits up.

Drowsy during the day, can't sleep at night.

Every day they are looking for small things to do. Now looking at the large areas of land divided out being tossed around, not to mention anything else, their hearts are quiet.

During the day, they do what they can. Song Youde goes to the field to help tidy up the weeds, Wang Lifen helps her daughter-in-law cook, and they eat and discuss together, talking and laughing, feeling even closer to their son's family!

Song Youde felt beautiful, and couldn't help but arrange it again:

"It's cold, and chickens lay fewer eggs. Tan Tan wants to raise chickens, right? Why don't you ask our old hen to brood tomorrow, and hatch more chicks to save the child some money."

"Now small local chickens are expensive and hard to find."

Wang Lifen also nodded:

"Just right, we eat a lot of meat in winter, I've saved up the eggs, let's pick them with a lamp later."

Song Youde frowned again: "Don't get too many, in the past few years, there's bird flu or pig plague here or there, be steady."

Can Wang Lifen not know?

"Worrying blindly, we are remote here, but the feng shui is good. When did the chickens and ducks here have a plague? Besides, raising small chickens doesn't cost money. As long as they don't get sick, if they can't be sold, we'll eat

We only have four old hens at home; if they all go broody, they'll hatch a hundred or so chicks. Once we put them out on the mountain and in the fields, we won't have to worry about a thing. How simple!

Song Youde thinks about it and sighs a little: "You say, if our eldest son and eldest grandson were willing to come back and live in the old house on the mountain, how nice that would be. We could just give it to them."

Wang Lifen rolls her eyes: "Give it to whoever stays in the village. That old house—you couldn't even give it away for five thousand yuan. Your eldest grandson has three or five houses in the city; would he even care about this?"

Song Youde looks sheepish: "After all, he is the eldest son and eldest grandson of our Song family..."