Chapter 247: Size of Silver Ear

"Boom!"

Accompanied by a loud noise, the old house where Song Tan had lived for decades finally collapsed half of its courtyard wall under the waving of the excavator.

At this moment, the construction team had their own tasks. Song Tan and her family looked at this courtyard full of childhood memories, their hearts both excited and melancholy.

Wu Lan rarely wiped her tears emotionally.

"When building this house back then, your dad found people in the village to work together for how long! In the middle of summer, the skin on his back peeled layer by layer, and the house was finally built... Later, the shed on the top, and this kitchen and so on, were all gathered bit by bit."

"To build this house, we were in debt for several years, and now..."

Song Sancheng was a bit uncomfortable: "Why say this, life is of course getting better and better. We are enjoying our daughter's blessing now, you should enjoy it if you should..."

"What enjoyment!" Wu Lan wiped her tears and glared at him: "Don't think I can't find your fishing rod hidden in that shed! I'm just too lazy to argue with you."

"There is so much work at home, and you are still dreaming of fishing, thinking beautifully! Hurry up, find someone to pick the peach blossoms on the mountain."

"That piece of land by the pond under the peach forest, I remember there is still a piece of vacant land, otherwise you take Qiaoqiao to sow some corn and sorghum or something, so that the child doesn't keep nagging."

Qiaoqiao only knows how to plant corn, but this year he was hard-pressed not to have a chance to play!

It's already May now, if you don't give Qiaoqiao a hope, are you worthy of the child's hard work for half a year?

As for sorghum, this was still Seventh Uncle's suggestion.

He said to plant some, and brew wine in the autumn.

Since that's the case, and there is space on the edges and corners, the seeds should be sown in, if they can live, they can live, the yield doesn't matter.

Song Sancheng:...

Thinking of his fishing rod, he was indeed a bit guilty. At this moment, he didn't say a word and took Qiaoqiao, who was curiously watching people tear down the house, with a hoe and seeds to reclaim wasteland.

And at this moment, the young man driving the excavator poked his head out from the high car window and shouted loudly: "Sister! Don't worry! You know my excavator technology, this house of yours, I guarantee to make it into pieces for you in one day!"

This... is not necessary.

Song Tan looked at him curiously: "How did you join the construction team?"

This young man was exactly the one who came to reclaim wasteland on their mountain in March.

The young man was honest, ate a lot, and worked steadily. The work of 7 days was finished in 5 days, and such a steady young man is hard to find nowadays.

Seeing an acquaintance suddenly, Song Tan was quite pleasantly surprised.

The young man hadn't seen her for a month, and his skin was several degrees darker. At this moment, he smiled and revealed a mouthful of white teeth:

"Sister, this construction team of theirs is very famous, and the recruitment wages are high. I heard they were coming to the village to work, so I followed them immediately."

"Who knew that after coming, I found out that the construction team brings its own food, not eating at your house, Sister..."

He was full of grievance.

Song Tan...

She didn't dare to take this—how many people are there in your construction team and how much can they eat, don't you have any idea in your heart?

Now that the family has moved to Grandpa's house, she doesn't intend to manage meals when asking people to work in the future.

For example, picking peach blossoms, just like the aunts who are still picking tea, when the time comes, everyone goes home to eat.

It's not that Grandpa's courtyard is small and cramped, in fact, Grandpa's courtyard is still quite large.

But the problem is, catching up with the silver ear on the mountain can now be picked in large areas, and they have to hurry to pick and dry.

Piled up layer by layer to dry, there must be a space, right? In this way, it is not convenient to leave meals.

And wood ear, it grows a bit slower. But Song Tan estimated that it would be almost the same in a month.

Oh my, summer is truly a harvest season!

The whole family squeezed into their old house, and the happiest ones were Song Youde and Wang Lifen.

They still have old ideas, always feeling that a family is best when it is lively, but the tree is big and the branches are divided, and after the youngest son Song Sancheng married, the family was divided.

The two live together, freedom is freedom, but sometimes they miss the children.

Now that Song Tan is building a new house and temporarily living here, they don't feel noisy at all.

As Song Youde said: "This is the family's popularity, it is clearly going to be prosperous!"

But before prosperity, he still has to ride his old electric scooter and run to the mountains again and again.

Seeing him ride his small car again, whistling down the long slope, and then turning into his own courtyard familiarly.

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Song Tan couldn't help but jump in her heart!

This old man, he doesn't know how old he is with a car!

On the seat originally left for Grandma, there was a large basket, filled with freshly picked silver ear.

Song Tan couldn't help but be helpless: "Grandpa, isn't Uncle Zhang driving a tricycle? You don't have to be busy."

"How can that be?"

Song Youde wouldn't admit he was old: "That tricycle of his is a tricycle, our silver ear has grown so much, I have nothing to do anyway, what's wrong with riding a car and running around?"

This car is the only one in the village now, it's so stylish! The eyes of the little old men are all green with envy, Song Youde brings wind every time he rides the car!

Although carrying goods is not as much as Zhang Wang's small tricycle, it is really too convenient to pull something in the fields daily.

Song Tan:... Fine, as long as you are happy.

She didn't persuade him anymore, just looked down at the silver ear in the basket.

The silver ear on the chestnut trees growing wantonly in the mountains, having accepted the sun and rain, has now fully unfolded its milky white and translucent "petals."

Only such mature ones will be picked.

Zhang Yanping squatted down to look, puzzled:

"I thought everything you planted was good! I don't think this silver ear is very good. Have you seen that Gutian silver ear? I can't even wrap one flower with my hand! So big, so round, so white!"

Seventh Uncle was resting on the side, and glanced at him: "What do you know about eating?"

"This silver ear growing on the tree trunk, the fungus species is small, so the vitality is strong. It depends on the sun and the wind."

"Born and raised by heaven, it is just this big, and it is not standard."

"Instead, people are now doing greenhouses, scientific planting, scale, that kind of fungus stick densely planted in a room, that is regular, round and big."

"But the problem is it's not delicious."

Zhang Yanping:... Actually, he didn't feel anything different, isn't it all crushed and stewed in soup?

He muttered secretly, but didn't dare to be presumptuous in front of the chef. Seventh Uncle hummed and laughed:

"You, you have eaten too few good things. You just say greenhouse vegetables and vegetables in the fields, one has vegetable taste, one has no vegetable taste, that is different!"

Song Youde really agreed with this: "Buying vegetables on the street in the middle of winter, it's expensive, and it doesn't have that taste."

But to say what taste it is, they can't say it, it's just vegetable taste. ===== CHAPTER 248 =====