Chapter 146: Luxurious breakfast

There aren't many people eating in the morning, adding up to Song Youde and his wife, the late-sleeping Zhang Yanping, and Seventh Uncle's family.

Counting it up, nine people.

Seventh Uncle clarifies the number, re-estimates yesterday's food consumption, and then, together with Seventh Aunt, without a word, washes the rice, lights the fire, and prepares to cook.

For those doing farm work, you can't drink thin porridge early in the morning, or you won't have the strength.

Song Tan has just gotten up, and seeing this, she can't help but laugh:

"Seventh Uncle, why did you call Seventh Aunt into the kitchen too? Doesn't that mean I hired two people for the price of one? I've taken a huge advantage."

Seventh Uncle says proudly:

"That meager salary of yours, isn't it just a gesture? It's good to let Seventh Aunt do some work; when you get old, you can't just sit around. If a person doesn't move, they'll go to waste."

That is true.

If elderly people in the village slowly stop working, whether they can't do it or just don't want to, their bodies will decline very quickly.

However, what do you mean by a meager salary?

Song Tan thinks to herself: Uncle Zhang on the mountain only gets two thousand a month!

But she doesn't say anything else, just says to Song Sancheng: "Dad, you've been tired these past two days, don't work today. Later, I'll go to Grandpa's house to carry back the pig feed, and you guys can just weigh the bamboo shoots at home."

In the past, Song Sancheng would definitely have said: How can my daughter handle this work?

But now, he is full of smiles: "Oh, my daughter is so filial! Alright, don't worry, Dad will definitely handle these bamboo shoots for you properly!"

Going to Grandpa and Grandma's house, Song Youde has also just returned from outside, his feet still covered in wet mud. Looking at the vast, gloomy sky, he says firmly: "It's definitely going to rain today. Tan Tan, are you still going to sell vegetables?"

"Yes!" Song Tan is more certain than him: "The rain won't be heavy today. Besides, I've already notified everyone in the group."

"Alright." In the village, no one takes this bit of rain seriously: "Just remember to wear a hat."

Grandma skillfully uses a large ladle to scoop a full bucket of pig feed, and through the pig feed, she seems to see her big, fat piglets...

"Tan Tan, these piglets have been raised for over half a month, and I see they are growing fast. It's getting warm soon, do we not need to cook the pig feed anymore?"

Using water to rinse some wheat bran and rice bran, and mixing in some other messy things, the pigs can eat just the same.

"Yes," Song Tan nods:

"Grandma, you should have reminded me earlier. I forgot and made you work hard for so long."

"What's hard about this!" Wang Lifen smiles until her teeth are hidden: "Having something to do every day makes life complete!"

"Besides, the piglets are too small; eating cooked pig feed for a few more days has no downsides, it's safer."

Song Youde is scraping the mud off the soles of his rubber shoes with a bamboo strip, and he also says happily: "Tan Tan, have you been to the fields to look? The seedlings moved down yesterday look different today; this year is sure to be a bumper year!"

Song Tan thinks to herself, how could they not be robust?

Yesterday, she climbed the back mountain in the middle of the night, spending the first few hours on the peach orchard and the last few hours on the fields.

Big King, Big Treasure, and Second Treasure are all happy, only Third Treasure and Fourth Treasure in the chestnut orchard are aggrieved.

Tonight, she must share the rain and dew equally!

Sigh, this is spinning like a top during the day and spinning like a top at night!

If there isn't a bumper harvest, it would be like taking a hundred-year-old face and stepping on it!

It's a pity no one knows this misery.

Song Youde calculates:

"What work is there to do this morning? If there's nothing, I'll take a few nets to catch fish in the field ditches. When we released the water yesterday, many fish were washed down."

Speaking of this, Song Tan wants to sigh again.

If she wants the fish to grow well, spiritual energy in the two ponds is indispensable, and she is like a sponge squeezed tight by people, a drop here and a drop there, truly squeezed dry.

She thinks for a moment:

"No rush, Grandpa. You and Dad build a few large stoves for Seventh Uncle at the door. It's better for our family to eat more spaciously."

Don't look at the fact that there are only nine people, but if they really eat freely, it's the appetite of ten or twenty people. Always making Seventh Uncle squeeze into his own kitchen isn't the right thing to do.

"Alright."

Song Youde looks at the sky: "Then you go sell vegetables early today. Dad and I will build a shed and build the stove in the morning. It's estimated to rain in the afternoon, so we'll go see how to renovate the inside of Seventh Uncle's old house then."

Grandma Wang Lifen is still a bit dazed: "This... this isn't busy anymore?"

For so many days before, she was busy like fighting a war every day, and she felt anxious when picking tea leaves.

Now that it's quiet, she feels a bit at a loss.

Thinking for a moment, she quickly ties up the basket: "Isn't the food not ready yet? I'll go to the tea mountain for a turn first."

Song Tan is between laughter and tears: "Grandma, even if you go for two turns, I only pay you a hundred yuan a day. Why bother? You should be lazy when you can."

Wang Lifen also laughs: "Helping my granddaughter, why be lazy? But I can't do much work if I go around the tea mountain and come back to eat... or I'll go help you feed the pigs."

Oh my, that won't do.

The mountain road is not easy to walk, and carrying such a heavy bucket of pig feed, her grandma's small frame might not be able to handle it.

Song Tan thinks for a moment: "I see there are many wild vegetables growing on the back mountain again. Grandma, if you have time, you can help dig them back."

On the peach orchard side, because the soil was just turned and exposed to the sun, the grass roots won't sprout that quickly for a while.

But around where the spiritual energy dissipates, the wild vegetables grow fast. Even though it is Qingming now, there are still fresh new buds growing.

—It would be a shame not to eat them.

However, Grandma thinks for a moment: "Let your mom go, let your mom take a break when she has time. I'll still go pick tea; there's a salary."

Song Tan:...

This hundred-yuan salary is truly useful.

She carries the pig feed bucket back, only to see Until Wu Lan and Song Sancheng have already called Zhang Yanping and Qiaoqiao up, and the four of them are weighing and packing, and the speed is really fast.

Looking at the kitchen, smoke is curling, Seventh Aunt is sitting in front of the stove, constantly adding fire to the stove.

Fragrant rice is cooking in the pot, and on the side stands Seventh Uncle, who doesn't know where he found a handful of sour cowpeas, chop, chop, chop, the knife light is fast!

He chops the sour cowpeas into bits.

He also picks out the chili peppers left over from yesterday, cuts them into bits, and beats a bowl of eggs.

Finally, he searches the kitchen again, picks out a few yellow-hearted cabbages, and stir-fries them directly with smashed garlic cloves.

When the vegetables are stir-fried, the rice here has already bloomed, Seventh Uncle skillfully uses a ladle to scoop out the excess rice soup, and then slowly simmers the rice with the remaining fire.

The rice soup is not wasted either, directly put into the pot, added with some purple clover bits frozen in the refrigerator, and then two eggs are cracked in, green leaves and yellow flowers in clear rice soup, it smells tempting just by the aroma!

Everyone quickly sets up the table, looking at these three dishes and one soup, obviously not luxurious, just winning in quantity, but everyone present gulps down their saliva.

How to say it?

Now that there is a chef, this breakfast is finally not eaten in a muddle!

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 147 =====