Chapter 208

At eight o'clock in the evening, the Song family's courtyard was once again packed with people.

Great-Uncle Seven rarely didn't go back; he was currently guarding the stove, preparing to add a late-night snack for everyone.

Song Tan tried to persuade him: "Great-Uncle Seven, go back. You're at such an age, don't stay up late. We'll just boil some noodles at night and cut some braised meat prepared during the day... We can do all this work."

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If we put more baby bok choy in the noodles, the taste shouldn't make everyone feel neglected.

Great-Uncle Seven hummed: "What are you afraid of staying up late for? Let me tell you, don't look down on us older people. We eat well, sleep well, and don't usually stay up late, so our bodies are even better than yours."

"Besides, I'm not staying up with you. You take Qiao Qiao to the field first to pull a few more baskets of bok choy, and I'll wrap some dumplings at home. You can eat dumplings at night. Once they're wrapped, I'll go back myself."

Song Tan couldn't help but be moved: "Great-Uncle Seven! Why are you so thoughtful! Don't worry, I'll definitely take good care of you when you're old. If you go to the hospital, I'll tuck one under each arm!"

Great-Uncle Seven glared at her: "No respect for your elders!"

But his face was full of smiles.

If someone had said this two months ago, Great-Uncle Seven would have truly felt a bit uncomfortable in his heart.

Because when people get older, they can feel it themselves. Their energy and endurance are not as good as before, and even a good night's sleep is extremely rare. Usually, when mentioning birth, aging, sickness, and death, he was somewhat pessimistic and negative.

But ever since he came to the Song family, all of this was no longer a problem.

He would fall asleep as soon as he got home, wake up at the cock's crow in the morning, and could even take a stroll on the way; his energy was incredibly vigorous!

And every day, stir-frying big pots of vegetables, not only did he not feel tired, but he felt even more spirited.

Great-Uncle Seven pondered: maybe it's still about falling leaves returning to their roots; the soil and water of his hometown are just nourishing.

Of course, there are also disadvantages, and that is that he must never drink the tea Song Tan gives him at night.

Brewing a cup in the morning and drinking it until the afternoon when it has no flavor is just right.

If he can't help but want to drink another sip at night—then it's over, he can stay up all night!

Although he didn't feel anything the next day, he's older now, and Great-Uncle Seven is very focused on health preservation, so he firmly refuses to do such things.

……

At this moment, the courtyard was noisy, and Until Wu Lan was distributing headlamps and gauze nets to everyone who came to work.

It was pitch black in the vegetable field, so it was convenient for everyone to wear a small lamp on their heads to work. As for the gauze nets, they were to be worn over their heads, after all, there were already some flying insects in April. Once the lights were turned on at night, it was a case of moths to a flame!

Without the gauze nets to cover them, even if the insects don't bite, they are still annoying.

Most of the people who came to work were women from the neighborhood. They were very efficient at tidying up the vegetable field, and now they were laughing:

"I've done farm work for so many years, and this is the first time I've worn this lamp."

"That's for sure," someone around also replied: "No one has ever tidied up a vegetable field at night! At most, it was those years when we planted mushrooms, getting up at dawn to pick mushrooms..."

Song Tan estimated that they would have to load the trucks and set off at 1:00 AM, and everyone would have to work hard in the fields for more than 4 hours.

Although the weather in April is no longer cold, it is still a bit chilly at night. She thought for a moment and said: "Great-Uncle, please help boil a pot of silver ear soup before you leave."

Their silver ear mushrooms from the mountain, drinking a mouthful is truly worth it.

Great-Uncle Seven didn't even look up: "Let Qiao Qiao boil it. This soup can't be ruined no matter what. I'll teach him once in a while."

"Okay."

Song Tan said and then directly called out to Qiao Qiao: "Let's go, let's go to the field first to pick a few baskets of baby bok choy to wrap dumplings."

Two full acres of baby bok choy, illuminated by the lights at night, were a large expanse of green. The jade-white stems stood upright, looking incredibly spirited.

It's a pity that they don't store well, which is one of the reasons why Song Tan plans to plant chilies in the next batch.

Because it's hot, it won't be fresh if you wait a little, which is troublesome.

The ones responsible for watching the vegetable garden are Sanbao the German Shepherd and Sibao the Ma Quan.

Their jumping ability is good, and it doesn't take long for them to dash from one end of the vegetable garden to the other. Seeing Song Tan come over in the middle of the night, the two dogs were incredibly excited, whimpering and wanting to come over to rub against the spiritual energy.

With their slender legs nimbly avoiding the bok choy ridges, stepping into the soil and leaving one plum blossom-shaped pit after another, Song Tan couldn't help but laugh, rubbing each dog's head: "There's not much spiritual energy tonight."

So, don't look forward to it; it's really not the time to release spiritual energy at night.

Then she coaxed them: "Although I let you watch the vegetable garden, I didn't tell you to stay here day and night. Go play when you should, just keep an eye out and listen for any movement."

Old Man Li is now exceptionally diligent in tending the rice fields every day. Usually, there's nothing to do during the day, mainly at night.

But now only the baby bok choy is mature, so there's no need to worry too much for the time being.

Sanbao the German Shepherd didn't agree with this:

"Woof!"

"Alright, alright."

Song Tan couldn't help but kiss its forehead: "I know you want to work hard, but there's nothing to do tonight. You can play or sleep if you want."

"Wait for me to come back, I'll bring you dog food."

As soon as she said this, she heard Sibao the Ma Quan on the side whimper, its expression incredibly reluctant, looking at Song Tan with large, watery, and pitiful eyes.

Qiao Qiao said loudly from the side: "Sister, don't buy dog food, they don't like to eat it. They just want to eat our family's food."

Isn't that so?

Not to mention the good things sometimes added to their own food, just speaking of ordinary dogs, they also prefer to eat human food!

It's not that they can't afford to feed them; in fact, many dog foods are much more expensive than human food, but at this moment...

She could only touch Sibao's head with heartache: "There's nothing to eat in the field right now, and I can't boil a separate pot for you guys every time, right? I'll get scolded for that."

"Be good, bear with it for now. When summer comes, all kinds of vines and vegetable leaves will be arranged for you."

By then, there will be workers coming to build the house. There are many of them, so it won't be so obvious if they add a little more or less when cooking. Whatever these few treasures like to eat, it doesn't matter, anyway, there is spiritual energy, and everything tastes the same.

Qiao Qiao had already pulled a basket of baby bok choy and then confirmed again: "Sister, after the vegetables are tidied up, are we really going to the amusement park?"

Song Tan emphasized helplessly: "Sell the vegetables first, we can only go to the amusement park after the vegetables are sold."

"After we go home and wrap the dumplings later, you have to go to sleep. Sleep until everyone comes back to cook them a meal of dumplings, and then we'll set off."

Song Tan herself doesn't really need to sleep, but Zhang Yanping insisted on taking turns driving with her, so she let him go to sleep first.

Sigh, this silly cousin's good days are numbered.

After all, in a few days, when the construction team arrives, he will be forced to sleep with Great-Uncle Seven.

That little old man is full of energy; I heard he gets up at four or five in the morning every day to take a stroll. At his age, what if he wants to call a young person to keep him company?

Even if he doesn't call, with the noise of people getting up in the house, Zhang Yanping might not really be able to sleep.