Chapter 1805

After tasting just one bite of this old cowpea medley, Vice Chen Zong stopped talking.

The well-cooked old cowpeas had their strings removed, and they were soft and tender in the mouth, with an indescribable fragrance when fused with the soup.

Even if some strings weren't removed, eating them with the soft beans felt beautiful no matter what.

Exile?

What exile?

It doesn't exist.

This is clearly a good benefit Yang Dong fought for him!

Of course, the cowpeas were delicious, and the meat wasn't bad either.

Chen Zong didn't know these were the big fat pigs carefully raised by the Song family, and after eating a piece of twice-cooked pork, he was shocked!

Good heavens, the organic ingredients their farm gets are truly real; that green label doesn't even get approved without two years of strict standards. But how is the gap so big now when compared? Could it be...

He was a president after all, and his brain became very serious when it got active.

He ate the rice frantically, and at this moment, he still had the heart to think slowly:

Yang Dong sent him here, was it really out of enthusiasm to help the farmers, or were there other tasks to be entrusted?

Like seeing how others farm or something?

He ate frantically, yet reservedly, and finally couldn't help but reveal a contradictory posture.

And for the Song family, this situation was all too familiar; every newcomer was basically in this state.

Therefore, after everyone had eaten two bowls, they took spoons to scoop up the fresh corn shoot soup.

This was peeled off from the top when tidying up the corn stalks earlier; the quantity wasn't much, but since they were idle, it wasn't wasted.

The Song family hadn't eaten these before either.

Don't look at the villagers often planting corn; peeling off such small corn to stir-fry or stew is actually quite wasteful for rural people.

Therefore, if it weren't for Seventh Grandpa making this dish, the whole family wouldn't have tasted it yet.

Now that they had a sip of the soup, everyone regretted it a bit:

"If we had known earlier, Tan Tan, you should have taken a basket; before the corn was sent for crushing, you should have peeled some of these corn shoots down."

Song Tan imagined herself having to peel these before feeding the machine—

Even plucking a feather from a passing goose isn't like this, right?

Then she would really be quite "bamboo shoot" (cunning/shrewd).

But Old Song had been suffering from complaints all afternoon, so she'd better not say anything.

Chen Zong watched everyone drink, and at this moment, he also served himself a bowl, and just as he was slurping the first sip, he suddenly heard this!

He was shocked: "What do you mean? What crushing? Such good corn shoots, what are you crushing them for? Processing again?"

Song Tan nodded: "It rained, and I was afraid the harvest wouldn't be good, so I pulled them all to be crushed for silage."

How does this not count as processing again?

The corn shoot that was tender and sweet in Vice Chen Zong's mouth suddenly turned into a tear of sourness and jealousy.

But the Song family didn't take his bitterness to heart; Song Song Sancheng just sighed: "This heavy rain is forecast to last for a long time, what about our peanuts in the field? They should be harvested in another month."

This is also something that can't be helped.

Peanuts in the ripening period encounter this, soaking in the watery field every day; it's already not easy to ensure they don't rot.

As for anything else, it can only be left to fate.

Song Tan also thought it was a pity; peanuts are most prone to rotting and molding like this, and some might even sprout directly.

At this moment, she sighed: "There's no other way, we'll see when the time comes. Eat more fresh peanuts this month; boiling them into salted peanuts is also quite good."

At this time, the peanuts are milky white, the shells are very tender, and they can produce water when pinched.

They don't even need to be boiled; pull them out of the field, wash off the mud, put them in your mouth and bite, and it's a refreshing feeling.

The peanut kernels are raw, crisp, and fresh, a flavor completely different from cooked peanuts.

Wu Lan also sighed: "It's a good thing that everyone doesn't farm anymore, otherwise, if this rain falls, the village wouldn't know how to get by."

That's not right! She was sighing to herself when she heard Chen Zong, who had been listening silently, suddenly ask:

"Hey, aren't you relying on farming for a living?"

The Song family:...

It really is! They really rely on farming for a living!

Oh my, the couple instantly felt even more pain:

Why did the forecast predict so many days of rain?!

But then again, if it weren't for the terrifying continuous rain later, Song Tan harvesting the corn should have been stopped by them.

Everyone finished the meal with complex moods, and Secretary Zhu was still enthusiastic, pretending not to know Chen Zong's previous bad mood:

"Chen Zong, the dishes today are okay, right?"

Chen Zong couldn't say a word against his will, and at this moment, he only grasped the core question: "Will we eat here in the future?"

"That's not it." Secretary Zhu's round face revealed a simple and helpless smile:

"Our village is poor, and we can't afford such meals. But don't worry, we will definitely arrange it well. The Song family has a factory on the mountain, and there is a canteen there, with four dishes and one soup every day, and the supply is also very thoughtful. We will go there to eat when the time comes."

Thinking about it, it definitely wouldn't be at the same level as this.

Chen Zong stood silently in the rain curtain, the sound of water splashing on the umbrella sounding like his crying heart.

Chen Zong returned to the homestay with the scorched rice and fermented bean curd, and Secretary Zhu was still busy!

She had just arrived at the village office when she saw a villager also opening an umbrella and coming over, then asking:

"Secretary Zhu, about what was said before, we are buying grape seedlings from Bai Yu County to plant—my family is ready to tidy up the land first. Are we still planting them?"

"We are definitely planting them." Secretary Zhu opened her phone on the spot, "Wait for me to check the weather."

Checking this—it's over, it seems like it will be a rainy season for the whole Ning Province next.

If that's the case, the grape seedlings in the scientific planting garden, with ridges and ditches, in terms of drainage and rescue measures, are definitely better than the extensive planting in their village, right?

So she could only sigh: "We are planting, but don't be in a hurry; you guys tidy up the land first, and we'll talk after the rain stops."

Anyway, there won't be grapes this year, so the villagers just asked casually and weren't in a hurry:

"Then I'll tell them in the group; I saw quite a few people asking."

Secretary Zhu was so busy she didn't have time to touch her phone, so she nodded at this moment. She asked again:

"It's raining heavily, did you come specifically to ask about this?"

"That's not it." The other party laughed, "My granddaughter is on summer vacation, and she was sent back this afternoon saying she wanted to stay for a while. I saw the rain was heavy, so I came to buy some tofu before it got dark to stew for them tonight."

She added: "She bought a little duck at the school gate, who knew it would turn into a goose as it grew. It's getting bigger and bigger at home, eating a lot and pooping a lot... This, sent back to the hometown, has tossed me, this old lady, again."

"This goose, it's probably not good to raise it in the Song family's fish pond now, their fish are sold so expensively..."

This is really a problem.

Although geese don't eat fish, one has to say, even if they eat the water plants in the pond, it must be somewhat different.

Besides, if you raise geese, and I raise a few ducks, this one says the goose is a vegetarian, and that one says the duck just takes two bites...

After a long time, it's not good to start this precedent.

Secretary Zhu simply pointed in another direction:

"Over there, doesn't the five-guarantee household Grandma Qin have a small pond in front of her door? Let the goose recognize the road and go there every day."

She also reminded: "You have to be careful, the goose's voice is too loud, don't let it shout in the middle of the night, then everyone will have something to say."

Anyone who has raised them knows that when this thing makes noise, it's truly earth-shattering!

Otherwise, why do many places in the countryside use it to watch the door?

Many people might not care when they hear a dog barking, but the goose's voice can penetrate half the sky when it calls.

If it were before, you raised chickens, I raised ducks, and someone raised a goose, no one would say anything.

But at this moment, the villagers are busy, who has time to raise these? At most, they feed a few chickens to nourish their family.

Raising a goose, making noise day and night, especially since many people are working night shifts now, the movement is big...

The other party responded with a "hehe," neither saying yes nor no.

After all, if the goose wants to call, what can she do, right?

And compared to the Song family's worries and preparations, the others in the village were much calmer.

After all, heavy rain in summer is normal! It's common to rain for two or three days.

This Song family looks at the weather—they are college students after all! They believe in that scientific forecast.

Saying it will rain for a month, they are busy tidying up tea branches and corn.

You say the corn is growing well, and they've all cleared it, leaving only such a small patch, saying they'll eat it themselves...

It's heartbreaking to look at.

But it's their land, and they earn more money than them, so it's not good for everyone to say anything.

But in this July and August weather, the sky is like a child's face, changing whenever it wants. The weather forecast says it will rain for a month, maybe it will be sunny in two or three days.

Everyone muttered in their hearts, just feeling it was a pity that it rained this weekend, obviously there were no tourists to buy vegetables.

Many of the vegetables in their fields ripen quickly in summer; if it's like this tomorrow, they have to hurry to pick and tidy up the vegetables in their own gardens.

There's all kinds of talk in the village.

Some believe it, some don't.

And those who believe in the Song family's judgment, besides Lianhua's family, are Qi Lin's grandfather.

Old Man Qi wasn't particularly insightful; it was just that the place he lived before didn't have much rain all year round.

Planting such fertile land that produces seedlings so well was also the first time in his decades of life.

He hadn't planted before, so if others planted, he naturally listened to them.

Therefore, the Song family was busy, and he wasn't idle either, taking time to tidy up the vegetables in his field.

Now it was getting dark, but he still had a worry he couldn't let go of, so he called Qi Lin back.

In the rented house, Qi Lin bought a rural TV, which could watch several programs for 300 yuan.

The old man was idle now, so he sat there having a small drink, accompanied by a plate of peanuts, watching TV and happily passing the afternoon.

Now Qi Lin opened his umbrella and came back, seeing his grandfather sitting on the old-fashioned wooden sofa in the countryside:

"It's going to rain for a month, what will our sheep eat?"

"What do sheep eat?"

Qi Lin had done serious homework to teach his grandfather, so he subconsciously wanted to say "eat some dry feed, sweet potato vines, peanut vines, dry rice straw."

Before the words came out, he realized: "Grandpa, what are your plans?"

Old Man Qi was conflicted: "Isn't the corn stalk on Song's mountain used for feed? Did he have any left over from before? Our sheep don't eat much, can we buy a bag? I see their cattle and sheep are growing well—"

That's right, Qi Lin's grandfather often went to the pasture to communicate with Chen Xi and Zhang Zhang Wangjia.

Especially Zhang Zhang Wangjia; everyone was in the same age group, Qi Lin wasn't his own grandson, and Zhang Zhang Wangjia's own children were as good as non-existent.

The two old men felt like they met too late, and often gathered together after work to drink, watch TV, and chat.

Drinking two taels of Niulanshan Erguotou each, they could talk for half the night.

At first, they couldn't understand each other, so they each said their own thing.

Now they could understand a little, and it was more energetic to talk.

After going back and forth, the scientific feeding knowledge Qi Lin taught didn't leave ripples in Old Man Qi's mind, but what Zhang Zhang Wangjia said, he regarded as the golden rule.

Zhang Zhang Wangjia was busy a few days ago and didn't have time, so he was also a step late, only then knowing the Song family's plan for feeding cattle and sheep.

Now, wasn't he anxious?

At this moment, the little old man asked cautiously: "I see their cattle and sheep are raised well, growing strong, and have energy when they jump. I see our sheep are still a bit lacking; it's probably because they are willing to spend money to tidy up the feed. I wasn't willing, just led them out to eat wild grass..."

"Lin, just ask, can we buy it?"

Qi Lin really didn't dare to guarantee this, he just persuaded his grandfather: "Even if we can buy it, the price definitely won't be cheap."

"I know that." Qi Lin's grandfather glanced at him, "I'm not stupid; if good things could be obtained so cheaply, would they still be called good things?"

"But our family only has these ten or so sheep, the food they eat in a day doesn't equal a few cattle, just eating for these one or two months, gritting my teeth, I'm willing to spend this money."

Actually, he was still heartbroken and not willing at all.

But Qi Lin's grandfather signed his grandson up for that matchmaking meeting—

The elderly are anxious to see their children and grandchildren not starting a family or finding a partner.

No matter where, if magpies find a partner, the couple still has to build a nest!

He felt the village was good, but he also knew that girls now like to stay in the city. If he wants to keep them, saving more money for his grandson is the real business.

But as an old man, how can he save money?

Besides relying on the vegetables in the field, he also has to rely on the sheep he raises.

He had inquired, Boss Song's cattle and sheep are 200 yuan a jin, their local sheep are killed and sold, and a jin can be twenty or thirty.

If he raises them well, Qi Lin said he has many friends, so he can sell them at a higher price.

Raising ten or so a year, slowly, won't the family fortune be saved up?

But he wasn't good at telling Qi Lin these words first.

Once he said it, the young man would say "Don't worry about my business, I have my own plans for the future."

Plans for what?

Raising a child for a hundred years, worrying for ninety-nine. As an elder, he just hopes for this.

In short, holding this thought, Old Man Qi asked very seriously.

Qi Lin didn't brush him off: "Then I'll ask tomorrow."

"Okay." Qi Lin's grandfather had heard young people coming to the village say that work is hard to do now, so he appeared exceptionally open-minded:

"Just ask, it doesn't matter if it doesn't work out. Aren't there people selling feed? Let's buy some dry feed and feed them the same way."

"When the rain stops, I'll take them to eat more tender grass, and they'll grow fat just the same."

Although he hadn't walked out of the ivory tower to suffer the beatings of society, there were workers on the mountain who had suffered enough—like the stomach-cutting brother, like the self-study sister.

Following them, Qi Lin had learned more or less about workplace knowledge, how to conduct himself, and what should and shouldn't be learned.

Now he didn't go directly to ask Song Tan, but instead found Yun Duo and brought this up.

Yun Duo laughed: "Actually, for things like this, it doesn't matter if you ask the boss directly; she doesn't care about this."

But in case there were some things she wanted to refuse, it was very necessary for her, the assistant.

Yun Duo also silently learned this point, and nodded at this moment:

"Don't worry, I'll ask for you tonight. If it works, Grandpa's little sheep will eat good grass tomorrow; if it doesn't work, there are people selling it in town. You ask Master Jiang, tell the uncle who delivers vegetables, and let him pull two bags from town for you, so the little sheep won't be hungry."

But—

She laughed again: "When Grandpa sells the sheep, if the price isn't expensive, can you save one for me?"

Qi Lin was a bit puzzled: "Aren't you absolutely not going back to your hometown?"

There's a canteen in the village, where is the space for her to display her skills.

Yun Duo laughed: "I'm not going back to my hometown, wherever my sister is, that's my home. The couple is so hard-working, I'll buy one for them."

"Okay." Qi Lin agreed instantly:

"It's just that if they eat the boss's feed for one or two months, the sheep probably won't be sold cheaply."

Sigh.

Speaking of this, the worker Yun Duo sighed melancholically:

"If this feed could turn into money, I'd rather eat that bag of feed myself."

?? Here it comes, here it comes!!!