Chapter 1415: Old Yang

Chen Yuan was worthy of his salary. The big truck drove directly into the factory, and without saying a word, he arranged for people to dock—

Actually, Old Yang was right. Because the objects of use are different, agricultural machines are truly the simpler and more convenient, the better. Those complex applications were long ago eliminated in the market.

Now a group of people went up to take a look, and basically they could drive them. But for the sake of caution, they still didn't try them, so they could only move them in and put them away first.

And here, Old Yang had already taken the initiative to stroll outside.

"The small cabbages in this field grow really well!"

He sighed. Song Tan heard the string and knew the elegance: "Yes, whether it's stir-fried or braised with potatoes, it's delicious! It looks light, but if you chew it twice, it carries a faint clear sweetness..."

Old Yang's plump, happy cheeks became serious. The whole person seemed to have started thinking deeply about the company's major decisions, but a heart-piercing shout came from the wind—

"Dad! Why are you here!"

This stinky boy!

Old Yang closed his eyes. He almost imagined the taste just now!

Looking at the sound again, only to see Qiaoqiao riding his colorful big flower, at this moment driving towards here like lightning with Little Yang. The silly son was also roaring in the wind:

"Dad! Your speed is too fast! Are you greedy for the beef and lotus root tips I ate, so you couldn't sleep at night?"

This is truly a biological son! Song Tan almost laughed out loud.

Even Qiaoqiao felt sorry: "Uncle, if you are so greedy, will you drool if you can't sleep at night?"

Old Yang was so angry that he couldn't do anything at the time, glaring fiercely at his troublesome son. He thought I wanted to eat meat, not have a stroke!

Yang Zhengxin had long been immune to this kind of look. Just as he was about to say something, Qiaoqiao asked considerately: "Then, Uncle, if you want to drool, do you want to eat some pickled green peaches? That one is also sour and astringent, sweet and salty, the taste is so strange. It makes people want to drool when they eat it, but after drooling, it's not so greedy."

Instead, it's hungry.

Although Old Yang had been through many battles and won countless trust with an honest, simple, and likable face, he never expected that he would fall under the hands of Qiaoqiao, who was equally honest and simple at this moment. Without saying a word, he agreed to eat a jar of pickled green peaches first when he went back. Sweet and salty, he would pick later.

Yang Zhengxin wanted to say something but stopped.

With his dad's greed, I'm afraid he could show off a jar in one breath, but after eating a jar, could his teeth still bite tofu at noon?

But anyway, adults' business, he'd better worry less. So he happily stuck over again: "Dad, you came from afar to see me, don't you give me a red envelope?"

Old Yang:...

Anyway, Old Yang waved his hand, and Song Tan, Qiaoqiao, and even Chen Chi received a transfer of 6666. The other party also smiled kindly: "Don't be polite! Our Little Sheep has few close friends, just take it as a meeting gift from Uncle to you!"

Song Tan thought, it seems I haven't seen the rich before. This father and son are truly dashing!

Instead, Qiaoqiao looked at his phone, then looked at Yang Zhengxin: "Yang Zhengxin, you came to my house, my mom didn't seem to give you a meeting gift!"

"That doesn't count!" Yang Zhengxin waved his hand: "Ten miles have different customs. A meeting gift is our family's rule, not yours. It's right that you don't give it."

"Besides, you killed a cow for me, what else am I unsatisfied with? I'm so happy!"

Qiaoqiao wanted to say something but stopped.

That cow wasn't killed for Yang Zhengxin!

But no matter what, anyway, the emotional foundation was laid. Old Yang turned around in the fruit tree forest. Besides being covered with residual flowers and fragments, his hands were already holding the salty pickled green peaches Qiaoqiao specially brought him from the mountain.

The crisp green peaches were picked when they were young, cleaned, and then sealed in a jar to be pickled.

The crisp and tender flesh became soft, tough, and Q-bouncy under the soaking of the juice. Taking a bite, one could hear a slight creaking sound. The abundant juice had pickled them thoroughly, and the flesh carried a unique sour fragrance.

Chewing carefully, every bite had a rich aftertaste.

Grinding the flesh on top with teeth again, until only the peach pit was left in the mouth, one could grind a few more circles until there was no taste at all, and only then did one remember to spit it on the ground.

Anyway, Old Yang held the jar and looked left and right in the peach tree forest, then went to look at apples, followed by pears, winter dates, pomegranates... After this circle, half a jar of green peaches was gone.

Song Tan hurriedly stopped him: "Uncle, don't eat anymore. Your teeth are estimated to be sour already. What a pity if you can't bite meat at noon."

Old Yang only then reacted, biting his teeth subconsciously—

From the feeling, it seemed not affected, but those who have had the experience of sour teeth know that you can't test any feeling by mouth, only when eating, it's really impossible to bite tofu.

He also had this experience. At this moment, he looked at the jar in his hand with heartache, and without saying a word, he handed it to the driver who had been following behind:

"Don't eat, don't eat, help me hold it."

Turning his head, he looked at the small green apples all over the mountain, showing regret: "These aren't ripe yet."

What could Song Tan say? She was followed by Chen Yuan and others. Yang Zhengxin was cooperating with his dad. Explaining the precautions for using agricultural machines to everyone according to the terrain around the mountain.

Everything was detailed, with videos and gestures. He had to take time to lead them to practice in the field later... Being so considerate, even if Song Tan didn't care about the money for these agricultural machines now, she couldn't help but care about this intention.

Therefore, she had to smile helplessly again: "Don't worry, Uncle. Even if I forget, Qiaoqiao won't forget his good friend."

Old Yang smiled kindly: "Look at you, I just said it casually—send two more boxes when the time comes! And strawberries!"

However, besides turning around the mountain and river beach, there was nothing to play with in the mountain village. Song Tan thought for a while and suggested:

"Uncle, do you like fishing? If you like, go fishing on the river beach with my dad by boat tomorrow! The fish in our family are quite good to eat."

Old Yang's eyes lit up, and at this moment he was annoyed: "Oh my! The fishing rod I brought this time isn't the common model!"

Song Tan:... So the tools were all in the trunk, then what else is there to say?

She thought about the film crew's arrangement, confirmed it was okay at this moment, and nodded: "Okay, let my dad go together tomorrow morning."

During the busy farming season recently, they didn't do any work this year, just some odd jobs, keeping from being bored.

But those who could fish together in the village were all busy. Even if Song Sancheng could endure loneliness, it would be boring to be alone.

Now that a partner came, even if the two didn't talk, sitting by the river listening to books and watching the fishing rod would be happy! ===== CHAPTER 1416 =====

Now that a companion has come, even if the two of them don't speak, just sitting by the river listening to storytelling while watching the fishing rods is a joy!