Chapter 1320: Mugwort Puff

Heavens!

The two staff members were moved beyond words!

Don't look at it as just two large bags of tea leaves; at 50,000 per jin, these two large bags were probably worth thousands!

As for not leaking the address or anything... Heavens! They originally wanted to hide the good things, but now that the Song family had done this, they would have to bury this secret in their hearts for a lifetime!

The two nodded repeatedly, not knowing what to say for a moment.

But Wu Lan had already waved goodbye to the two of them refreshingly. Those tea leaves were placed in the Taotao Treasure shop and the livestream platform shop ten bags each day. The same IP could only grab one order per month. She just took them casually, not calculating the money at all.

After all, times were different now. They were wearing coats worth thousands of yuan during the New Year. Why keep counting the money for daily eating and drinking? A person's life, struggle when you should struggle, and enjoy when you should enjoy.

Of course, she couldn't summarize this kind of free-spirited psychology; she just did it subconsciously. After doing it, she saw Lu Chuan standing on the porch looking at her, and then he laughed:

"Auntie, the tea leaves you gave just now were just right! In this regard, Uncle still can't compare."

Wu Lan was instantly proud: "That's right! Tan Tan's dad is only foolishly generous. There's a knack to giving gifts, you can't!"

Lu Jing was proud: "Because the money from the previous few livestreams arrived in the card! Quite a few tens of thousands!"

It was Song Hongmei who wanted to take it back. Her son was older and should prepare to find a partner. She looked at the girl in the unit and thought she was quite suitable. She would come back to burn some paper for the ancestors, and hope there wouldn't be too many twists and turns.

Lu Jing nodded fiercely: "I have money!"

The son-in-law was so obedient, Song Sancheng was only happy: "I heard that other places make mugwort balls for Qingming. We don't have that rule here. If you want to eat, let Grandpa Qi make it for you!"

She didn't care at all!

"You're addicted to lucky draws!" Fei Rong looked at him: "Why are you doing lucky draws again?"

Qiao Qiao waved his hand: "No need to prepare for your aunt... I definitely won't bring it, just let her taste two."

"Okay." Wu Lan nodded: "I'll go dig bamboo shoots tomorrow."

Song Tan shook her head instantly: "No, no, there's no one in my hometown."

Zhang Yanping laughed: "Okay! There are more and more fans in the livestream room. I called to eat grass last time, and the Chinese merganser livestream brought a lot of new fans. Doing a lucky draw is quite good."

Oh, a glorious ancestor.

It was Song Tan who heard about this at dinner and quickly instructed her son: "Don't make the puffs too sweet, I have to control my weight."

Lu Chuan also spoke: "I'll go."

"Don't!" Everyone at the table was stopping him: "Your hands are tender, just make snacks at home. Tan Tan has strength, the bamboo forest is at the door, just dig a few hoe strokes and you can get a sack, it's not tiring."

Busy all year round, besides not seeing each other a few times during the holidays, Qiao Qiao thought that now that he had fallen out with Song Dafang, he had to make the child's aunt happy. It wasn't for anything else, just coaxing the old man and old lady to be happy!

"Right!" Qiao Qiao also looked at him with heartache: "There are mosquitoes and bugs in the bamboo forest, Tan Tan and Fei Rong just go and do it, both of them have great strength."

In short, Fei Rong looked like a lively personality, but in reality, she wouldn't be confused where she shouldn't be. If you want to talk about childhood warmth or something...

It was Lu Jing who asked: "Can I go dig with my sister, and then give the dug ones to everyone for the lucky draw?"

Forget it, relying on his face to eat is also quite good, he should get used to it slowly.

Now she was just pondering: "This mugwort ball wrapped in puff filling, I don't know if it's delicious or not? If it's delicious, I'll learn it too, and put it in the homestay tomorrow."

Lu Chuan paused, but still couldn't help but purse his lips and smile.

It was all rewarded by everyone. There was nothing large, all accumulated from one yuan and one dime. Lu Jing received this "salary" and also wanted to treat the little friends to something.

Lu Chuan hesitated, but still tried to say: "Actually, my strength isn't small, and wearing gloves..."

He didn't mention Song Dafang's matter at all now. Love to return, return; if not, pull it down. Anyway, their family couldn't provide meals.

"Uncle, this..." Halfway through, he reacted: "Qingming is for burning, right."

It was Qiao Qiao who hesitated: "Then do you want to take time to go back to your hometown to see? I can help look after the homestay."

In short, he definitely wouldn't return.

"Look, look!" Qiao Qiao said to him: "Just that sack of bamboo shoots, what gloves do you need to wear?"

How could there be no one? Her parents left early, but even when they were there, she didn't have a good life. Two older sisters above, one younger brother below—what do they say on the internet now?

This year, not waiting for money, Wu Lan didn't urge the bamboo shoots to grow anymore. The number of bamboo shoots was in a normal state. Digging a hundred or eighty wouldn't be a big problem.

"Lu Jing, dig twenty bamboo shoots tomorrow for the lucky draw. You do the packaging yourself, and you pay for the express delivery yourself, okay?"

Mugwort balls had been eaten last time. Mugwort cakes and mugwort pancakes made everyone eat beautifully. Lu Chuan thought for a while: "I'll whip up some milkshakes tomorrow, use mugwort juice and flour to roll them thin, wrap them up and make them into the shape of puffs, let everyone taste them."

After speaking confidently, he raised his head and went into the house.

What he said wasn't polite, but the local custom was just like this. It was already the generation of the great-grandfather. Wu Lan and Lu Jing didn't have to go.

Anyway, it was the most normal kind of extremely patriarchal relationship. The two older sisters were willing to marry out to exchange for a bicycle and dowry for their younger brother. When it was her turn, she had to exchange another sum of money for building a house for the glorious ancestor...

Lu Chuan responded: "Then let's do it together tomorrow, just in time to let Auntie take some back to taste."

This was a foreign thing Song Sancheng hadn't eaten before. He nodded happily: "Okay!"

Song Sancheng smiled and said: "Yes, we all burn before Qingming here. It's coming in two days. Your aunt said she'll be back tomorrow. Let's burn some for Tan Tan's great-grandfather and the others together."

By the way, he instructed Wu Lan and Lu Jing: "Tomorrow you two help Auntie carry the bags, pack some of all kinds of vegetables... Can you still dig tender ones for this year's spring bamboo shoots? If you can, pack a sack too."

"Okay." Fei Rong promised him first: "Brother Yanping, you put out a notice tonight."

Focusing on worshiping according to fate.

Farming was busy here. She couldn't organize a dance team at night. She hadn't exercised for a long time, but she couldn't slack off!

It was Song Sancheng who thought for a while and added: "This is separated by several generations. If you young people don't want to go, you don't have to. Mainly me, your aunt, and his grandfather together."

Lu Chuan naturally knew this rule. After all, Fei Rong's hometown was in Ningcheng, and it was in the same province as Yuncheng. At this moment, he laughed: "Then I'll listen to Tan Tan."

Just as he entered the house, Lu Chuan turned his head to look again, only to see Song Sancheng carrying a knife of yellow paper back at the gate, and couldn't help but be stunned: ===== CHAPTER 1321 =====