Chapter 158: Cunning lunch box

Seventh Uncle came over, also a bit worried.

Let's just say, never seen such a full fish trap in my life!

In the past, when things were collected in the fish trap, untie the rope, lift it down, and things would all come out.

But full like this, how to lift it?

Lifting it is laborious.

Song Sancheng looked left and right on the side, laughing from ear to ear, and at this moment touched his mobile phone: "Yanping, how to post a video on Moments? Come, help me shoot."

Saying that, he squatted in front of the fish trap, and didn't forget to instruct: "Just say 【Idle, show off the harvest this morning】."

What a Spring and Autumn brushwork!

Tan Tan's ability grafted onto himself, if the fishing bar people see this, wouldn't their saliva flow out for two miles!

Zhang Yanping secretly gave his uncle a thumbs up.

Song Tan followed and looked twice, only then felt relieved:

"Dabao came to call in the morning, did he discover this fish trap?"

"Isn't it!" Song Sancheng was watching Zhang Yanping post Moments, head didn't lift:

"Dabao barked at us early in the morning, thought something happened. Who knew when we went over to see, good guy! Fortunately, you used stones to tie it, that big stone was almost dragged into the water, if it were later, this fish trap would have to go into the pond to fish."

Thinking about it, he laughed happily: "Dabao is really a good dog, give it an extra egg this morning."

"Don't wait until morning," Seventh Uncle pointed to the things in the fish trap: "These small fish, give them to them to eat."

This kind of fish is born not to grow big, in groups, fishing a lot doesn't feel distressed. Now Seventh Uncle said to give it to the dog to eat, everyone didn't feel distressed.

Until Wu Lan and Wang Lifen washed their hands clean, saw this group of people still circling the fish trap, couldn't help urging: "Hurry up, eat breakfast, we still have to pick tea later, this fish won't die if it's cleaned later!"

Men, don't know how to calculate, can fish compare with tea leaves?

Now the rice porridge is boiled hot, the leavened pancakes are burnt and tempting, meat foam pickles and chili stir-fried eggs are even more rice-friendly.

Even if a group of old men were reluctant to part with the fish trap, it didn't hinder them from finishing two big bowls.

Song Tan still didn't eat much, at this moment first put down the bowl, and settled the final payment for the watermelon seedlings for the uncle.

Logically speaking, it should be busy now, and the uncle should go.

But his eyes stared at these two fish traps, lingering, and didn't move for half a day.

Song Tan looked at the 80-yuan fishing rod bought for 890 in the corner again:

—Men.

Looking at the time, in another half an hour, those who come to work should all be here, people in the village don't have anything punctual or not, they will definitely come early, Song Tan quickly commanded:

"Hurry up and empty this fish, wait a while and go up the mountain."

Seventh Uncle waved his hand: "Isn't there two people helping me today? You busy with your own things, I'll clean this fish."

On the side, he called Seventh Aunt: "Call Qiaoqiao back

Only then was Song Tan puzzled: "What did he do early in the morning?"

Seventh Cousin-Grandpa grinned from ear to ear: "When I came this morning, I mentioned that there was a Chinese toon tree by the roadside that had sprouted and could be stir-fried with eggs. The child ate two pancakes and went off to pick the toon."

Chinese toon?

Song Tan was puzzled: "Are there still toon sprouts now? I hope they haven't all grown old."

Busy with wild vegetables in early spring, the toon trees in their village grew unevenly, and since there were only a few trees, she hadn't considered it.

Seventh Cousin-Grandpa pointed to a small hill in the distance: "That one happens to be in a high spot, it's a small tree, and the wind is cold, so the toon sprouts grow slowly."

Song Tan understood. The saying "In the human world, the flowers of April have faded, while the peach blossoms in the mountain temple are just beginning to bloom" is exactly this principle.

"Point Guard is Here"

"I was wondering why I didn't see him when I was checking the fish today."

As for whether the child had a proper breakfast... Pfft! Why be so particular? As long as his belly is full and he doesn't feel hungry himself, that's fine.

Besides, with Seventh Cousin-Grandpa around, could there ever be a time when he wouldn't have something to eat?

Sure enough, just as everyone was busy slowly pulling fish out of the ground cages, the villagers who came to work had already arrived one after another.

Everyone had to circle the ground cages to take a look, then click their tongues in wonder, and Song Sancheng's social media feed received a whole bunch of likes.

This morning, he reached the pinnacle of a fisherman. Although he didn't catch them with a fishing rod himself, setting ground cages is also a skill; it's no different, no different at all.

The pity is that he couldn't harvest the fish himself, because he still had to arrange for people to handle the watermelon seedlings on the mountain.

So he had to take his hoe and leave reluctantly.

The uncle who delivered the melon seedlings, however, hesitated for a long time, and finally couldn't help but approach Song Tan again:

"Miss, can outsiders fish in your private pond?"

Song Tan's heart stirred.

After seeing off the equally reluctant uncle, Song Tan went to discuss it with Seventh Cousin-Grandpa, and then called over Zhang Yanping, whose business path had been cut off:

"Brother Yanping, you can also post the fish we caught today to your fishing club or whatever. Just as you said, two ponds, ten people in total allowed to fish every day, no charge, whatever they catch is theirs."

Zhang Yanping was puzzled: "Just look at the harvest in these ground cages; whatever they catch is theirs—you'll lose a fortune!"

"That's not how we build a reputation. The things you're selling now rely on your own customer base; old fishermen aren't necessary."

Actually, they are still necessary. The vegetable-buying demographic is mostly middle-aged women. Do middle-aged women have money? Yes.

Are they willing to spend it? Yes, but there needs to be a tourist atmosphere.

Spending money in one's own hometown is difficult.

But her family has plenty of good things, like tea and honey; for that kind of lavish spending, you still have to look to the men.

Song Tan shook her head: "I've discussed it with Seventh Cousin-Grandpa. One box lunch is free, refills are 40. Three meals a day, you and Qiaoqiao are responsible for delivering the food."

This refill policy is quite treacherous. Let people taste the free one first, and as for the refills... she doesn't believe anyone would only eat one bowl of her family's food.

"My cost is 10 yuan, you guys split that 30."

"But there's one condition: whoever catches the least before five o'clock has to be responsible for weeding the mountain for a day."

She's not afraid of them slacking off; if they slack off, they won't be allowed to come back next time.

Because she only releases spiritual energy and hasn't taken other measures, the grass on the mountain grows incredibly fast; one moment of inattention and it's knee-deep.

This is the result of Song Tan's intentional indulgence. She wants to hire villagers to help weed later on, giving these elderly people a chance to earn extra income at home.

Later, when picking and packing fruits and vegetables, they will also be needed. For herself, it saves some spiritual energy and is more low-key.

For them, they have something to do, and by working and coming into contact with spiritual energy often, their health will also be better.

Two birds with one stone.

This was also preliminarily discussed when chatting with Zhu Jun before.

However, now that the family farm has just been established and the mountain land has only just been cultivated, there isn't much grass yet.

But after a while, that might not be the case.