Chapter 1592

Song Song Sancheng was actually very happy about his daughter's manipulation.

When Song Tan first came back last year, he and Wu Lan were busy every day.

Although their children's strength had increased and they had done a lot of hard work, whenever he thought about this arrangement today and that piece of land tomorrow, he felt a little anxious without realizing it.

Fortunately, the family's wealth grew rapidly, and he was also working happily to some extent.

By the second half of the year, the family environment was on the right track, and all kinds of work were done by hired people; he only needed to help out in his spare time. With the incentive of learning to drive and buying a car, life was still beautiful.

But ever since the New Year, everything seemed different again.

Perhaps because they saw how hard they had worked before, all the work this year was arranged in advance.

This had to be credited to Professor Song's three agricultural students. Although they were young, they ran around the whole mountain every day, and the plans they gave were orderly, and neither rain nor snow affected the daily arrangements.

Later, Officer Xiao Yang's father sent a large batch of agricultural machinery, and the work at home became even easier.

By now, whenever they said they were hiring people, villagers would immediately sign up for minor farm work. For serious matters, they didn't need him at all, and he couldn't force himself to do it.

Because people would laugh and say that since the family was making so much money, why was he still doing the work himself? Was it because the children didn't care about him...

This was a joke, but he couldn't stand to hear it.

So the old farmer, who had never rested in his life, had to wander around the house, setting ground cages, tidying up the vegetable garden across the road, helping to dig some bamboo shoots in the zoo, and cutting down a few bamboo trees...

But this work required strength, and usually, he would dig for half a day, and Song Qiao Song Qiao would finish it in a few strokes.

The six acres of land at the entrance had now been turned into a nursery, and the three agricultural students were more proficient in using greenhouses and plastic film than he was. He was afraid of affecting them if he wasn't careful.

As for picking tea... that work required standing in the tea fields all day, moving forward bit by bit, which didn't fit his fiery personality.

After going back and forth, he reconciled with himself and found a hobby that suited his heart, which was—

Fishing.

Although his level wasn't great, as long as he didn't use the earthworms he dug up himself, no matter what he learned online or on Tremolo, he had even taught himself how to use Little Green Book, becoming a skilled middle-aged surfer online.

But he had tried all the bait formulas above, and none of them worked.

As long as it wasn't from their own home, the fish were cunning and wouldn't take a bite!

He sat by the river, and when he cast his hook, he watched a large fish shadow linger in front of the hook, swimming back and forth, but it just wouldn't bite.

Finally, sitting empty for half a day, he could catch anything but fish, not even as good as the group of anglers who came before.

Song Song Sancheng was hit hard, but he learned from his mistakes and reflected in time, thinking that his fishing rod wasn't high-end enough, so he fell into the big pit of fishing rods.

After going back and forth, seeing that the grade of the fishing rod was about to reach four digits, how could this be?

How could an old farmer bear to spend money like this? He still received pocket money from Wu Lan every month!

Now in the scorching season, sitting at home, his daughter's task came from the sky.

Wanting to raise local hairy crabs and green crabs, and wanting to raise crayfish... Honestly, the water quality in their pond was a complete waste for raising crayfish.

Fortunately, it sounded like they didn't need to do business, just eat it themselves, so setting up a small mud pond to try it out should work.

As for how to raise local green crabs and hairy crabs?

Don't look at him opening his mouth to talk big, he actually had no clue, but fortunately, Song Tan gave him the contact information of the fishery owner in time, and Song Song Sancheng's enthusiasm rose, and at this moment, he actually had a sense of support as the head of the family.

And he felt that the children's reliance on him had reappeared, so a sense of joy arose spontaneously.

He was full of energy, straightened his clothes, and then took out his car keys.

Then, nonchalantly and pretending to be reserved, he said: "I'm going out for a trip to handle some business."

Wu Lan was tidying up her clothes and didn't notice his ear-to-ear grin when he was on the phone earlier, so she wondered:

"Driving out? Where are you going? If you're going to town, buy a few ground cages on the way; we've been using the old ones, and they're all torn."

Song Song Sancheng smiled triumphantly: "I'm not going to town, I'm going straight to the city. Your daughter gave me a task to study how to raise crayfish and crabs. Tell me, she just comes up with one thing after another."

He looked like he was complaining: "If I don't hurry up, can she eat them by the Mid-Autumn Festival?"

Just saying, this family couldn't do without him!

Then he added: "I'll buy the ground cages you mentioned after I go to the fishery to see the situation."

After speaking, he raised his neck and excitedly pressed the car lock.

Seeing the other person walking with wind and looking inexplicably proud, Wu Lan stared at his back for a long time before finally sneering: "What 'my daughter', isn't she your daughter too? What a life of toil."

She was different; she had been busy all her life and now just wanted to enjoy her blessings.

Should she buy that dress on the internet that Lu Chuan's mother mentioned today?

400 yuan, that's not too much, right?

And at the Beicheng amusement park, Yang Yang Zhengxin was full of excitement after hearing this conversation:

"Sis, if I bring my family over for the Mid-Autumn Festival, do you think it's appropriate?"

What's inappropriate about that?

Song Tan now looked at him like he was her own child: "Come whenever you want; if we can't fit at one big table, we can split into two."

But with Officer Xiao Yang's family, the Mid-Autumn Festival was probably the busiest time, so whether they would come or not was another matter.

But Yang Yang Zhengxin had already made up his mind that he would drag his parents over to have a taste no matter what.

Before, when they slaughtered pigs and cattle, his father only caught one meal, and his mother didn't have a chance at all.

Now, with barbecue, crayfish, and big crabs, he absolutely couldn't miss it.

Song Tan comforted him with a smile: "It's all thanks to you guys, don't worry, if you don't have time, I'll pick the big crabs and send them to you specifically."

Although the crabs raised locally might not be as standard as hairy crabs, the taste should still be very good.

If Yang Yang Zhengxin hadn't mentioned it, she wouldn't have thought of crayfish and crabs, and Song Song Sancheng wouldn't know how long he would be fishing.

This hobby was good for relaxation and self-cultivation, but like him, sitting there day and night with a stool, and not willing to upgrade his equipment. Sometimes he got angry from fishing, went straight to the river, wishing he could use a net to scoop, and came back all wet...

No matter how you look at it, it's not good for his health.

Song Tan also knew what it was like to sit on a small stool all day.

Now that he was learning skills, they could hire people for any work.

Although it was inevitably hard, it was finally giving Song Song Sancheng a career of his own, so he wouldn't be deeply trapped in fishing.

The key was that he insisted on not using the bait from home, and he couldn't catch anything...

Coming back every day with a belly full of anger, and there were fish mocking him on the water...

If there were any achievements, Song Tan wouldn't have to manipulate her own father like this.