Chapter 211: Collective Grievances

At 12 o'clock in the night, the group who went to the field to harvest baby cabbage finally returned with baskets full to the brim.

Song Tan looked down: these baby cabbages had fine root hairs, the soil at the roots had obviously been gently rinsed, and they were now neatly tied with rice straw; they couldn't be fresher or more vibrant.

"Mom, how much did you harvest?"

Several large plastic baskets were all filled.

"We weighed it in the field and it was over 1,000 jin, all weighed generously, some were 1 jin 1 liang, some were less than 1 liang, anyway, 1,000 in total, easy to count."

Wu Lan wiped her hands while explaining.

"Okay."

Song Tan placed those large baskets one by one on the large scale at home, and then lifted them onto the pickup truck.

Nowadays, Wu Lan was already used to her great strength. Seeing her moving baskets there, she greeted everyone to wash their hands and rest, preparing to eat.

Working in the field late at night, it wasn't that they were tired, they just weren't used to it yet.

The wattage of the lights in the courtyard wasn't high, illuminating the entire large courtyard in a dim yellow. However, the fire in front of the stove was soaring, reflecting the dumplings rolling in the pot, making them look white, plump, and cute. Everyone smelled the unique fragrance of the dumplings and couldn't help but feel hungry.

Some who were working were still pondering:

"Wu Lan, I see the vegetables you grow are really good. Which store did you buy the seedlings from? If there are any extras next time, share a few with me."

This wasn't a big deal, Wu Lan nodded directly: "Okay. My daughter said that after the cabbage is pulled, we'll plant chili peppers. Do you want chili seedlings?"

"Are they as good as your cabbage?"

This baby cabbage was crisp and vibrant; everyone looked at it with envy while in the field.

But Wu Lan really couldn't guarantee this: "Then you have to ask Tan Tan, I used very expensive fertilizer in this field. I don't know what they will grow into in your own home."

Once this was said, the group who were originally eager to move calmed down.

They were all people who had been farming for decades; whether the vegetables were good or not was related to the variety, but also to the subsequent planting.

Seeing that the ones in their fields were all ordinary varieties, they thought that growing well was really because of those special fertilizers.

Oh my, the price of chemical fertilizer and urea has been rising year after year. It's fortunate that people don't farm anymore, otherwise, the whole family would have to drink the northwest wind by the end of the year!

Forget it, forget it.

The white, plump dumplings rose and sank three times in the pot, were scooped up by Song Qiao Song Qiao with a colander into bowls. Everyone dipped them in vinegar and ate them with relish, while sighing:

"Tan Tan, farming isn't more comfortable than working in Ningcheng, right?"

Ah, this.

Song Tan thought: Actually, it's still quite comfortable.

But she also knew she couldn't say it like that, so she smiled silently.

This smile seemed to bring passion to everyone, and the aunts in the village began to discuss it one after another: "That's for sure, working nine-to-five is so comfortable, coming home to farm and being exposed to the wind and sun..."

"Exactly, staying at home means spending less money. But selling vegetables doesn't earn much either. Look at these two mu of cabbage, it has to be transported to Ningcheng in the middle of the night to be sold, we farmers are just difficult..."

"That's right," Wu Lan also echoed seriously: "If it weren't for the child insisting on tossing, I really wouldn't dare to throw money into it. Now the money for retirement has been pasted in."

She sold misery, and everyone comforted her again: "You can't say it like that, young people nowadays are bold and have many skills. I see that Tremolo and whatever selling things online, if sold well, one can earn several million a year!"

"Yes, our Tan Tan's vegetables are grown well, pull them to Ningcheng, find a reliable wholesaler, even if it's cheaper, you can earn some peace-of-mind money!"

"Yes, Wu Lan, don't worry too much. Isn't it said that many of your family's things have been booked by a big boss who loves green vegetables? Those can guarantee the capital, and the rest is pure profit, so you won't lose money."

Zhang Zhang Yanping's mouth twitched as he listened, and he was speechless, so he had to bury his head and eat dumplings.

Xin Jun, however, couldn't eat anymore.

Because he had been here for so long, he hadn't provided even a single green onion or a head of garlic to his family, and had completely forgotten about the farmhouse at home.

But the problem was, this baby cabbage wasn't transport-resistant, so sending it thousands of miles away wasn't really feasible!

Otherwise, buy a jin of tea leaves and take them back?

Every time tea is served to guests, adding one or two roots in a pot of tea is also a way to improve reputation, isn't it?

As for honey... his farmhouse sold honey water for sobering up, after all, guests who are drunk won't care about the price, and the asking price is very expensive, 12 yuan a cup.

But Song Tan's honey, the purchase price is 1,000 yuan a bottle, not cost-effective, not cost-effective.

He thought for a while, and still took advantage of the middle of the night to send a message to his mother:

【Baby cabbage isn't transport-resistant. There will be cucumbers on the market around May, and I'll talk about cooperation then.】

However, Mother Xin had already inquired early, and asked at this moment:

【Cabbage isn't transport-resistant, get some green onions back, we'll make green onion flower rolls.】

Xin Jun: His mother really knows how to think.

But these green onions were only planted in a few fen of land, where would there be extras to supply home? A batch has to be sent to the city every few days.

He told his mother about this situation, but Mother Xin said with disdain: "This won't work, that won't work, then what are you staying there for? Eating white rice?"

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Xin Jun hadn't eaten white rice yet, he was officially receiving a salary here, but he couldn't say this, otherwise he would definitely be dragged home to be a waiter.

He had to mumble: "Mom, I think the model of their family farm is quite good. I'll investigate, and if it doesn't work later, we'll set up a farmhouse vegetable base ourselves..."

Here they were mumbling, and there the aunts who came to work each ate two large bowls of dumplings, their bellies round, and they were still about to crowd to the pot, preparing to have some dumpling soup.

"Oh my, didn't you say you were too full to move? Why are you still drinking soup!"

"I'm filling the cracks, isn't that okay! Besides, the original soup dissolves the original food, drinking this dumpling soup is good for digestion."

Seventh Cousin hurriedly stopped them: "Don't drink dumpling soup, I've boiled tremella soup here, drink more of this!"

With a shake of the large ladle, the fine, smooth tremella, accompanied by red dates, goji berries, and lotus seeds, was poured into everyone's bowls.

At this, several aunts were truly dumbfounded.

The sweet fragrance of the tremella soup rushed towards them, but they were truly full (*???? *).

As for the hot, semi-transparent, milky-white dumpling soup, it was poured by Seventh Cousin into a large bucket on the side.

The previous cabbage roots were washed and mixed in. First, a ladle was poured for each of the three little dogs whining at home, and then half a bucket was divided for the few treasures guarding the house.

And the remaining large half bucket...

Song Qiao Song Qiao had already familiarly added wheat bran and rice bran to it.

In the middle of the night, people eat midnight snacks, let's add a meal for the pigs too. The dumplings were too fragrant, it seemed like they could hear the pigs calling from the back mountain. ===== CHAPTER 212 =====