Chapter 347: Diverse Hobbies

Song Tan finished speaking and showed the clarifying words to Xin Jun—after all, he is here to be a proper tutor, so he can't ruin his innocence out of thin air.

Xin Jun:...

Whether it's clarified or not is not important, anyway, it's unlikely that he will throw away this rice bowl for a girlfriend for the time being. A real rice bowl.

But the problem is—

"Song Tan, didn't you just say you plan to invite people to harvest rice to choose a boyfriend? Why do you want to hide your beauty in a golden house now?"

And these are all tiger and wolf words!

Exercising the body is exercising the body, talking about core and flexibility... combined with the previous and next sentences, it's all yellow!

Song Tan thought for a while: "Oh, that might be my hobbies are diverse—but isn't it normal for people to have diverse hobbies?"

"What hobbies?" Zhang Zhang Yanping passed by and said casually: "It's normal for hobbies to be diverse!"

Xin Jun glared at him—"We are talking about the type she likes! You didn't hear her say that she likes diverse types!"

"This is also normal!" Internet celebrity Zhang Zhang Yanping didn't understand Xin Jun's madness: "Now little girls, what milk dog, what uncle, what domineering president... people don't make choices, they want them all!"

Song Tan clapped her hands enthusiastically: "Right! I am such a person!"

Xin Jun:...

……

Because the classmate gathering needs to be coordinated according to everyone's time and arrangements, for a while, the watermelons Wu Wu Qianqian wanted couldn't be sent.

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And the 50 watermelons reserved by the police station guy, because he had already taken a few away before, could barely hold on for a day or two, so he wasn't in a hurry.

Song Tan looked at the pre-sale list on the Internet, pondering how many to sell tomorrow... and turned her head to see Old Man Li wearing a straw hat, slowly wandering over.

"Tantan, you take a look, how is the weather in the next few days? If it's good, I'll start draining the field today, and we can prepare to harvest the rice."

"Oh my!" Song Tan was excited—her rice!

Can this be harvested?

Local people don't plant double-season rice, she is also relying on spiritual energy to try boldly. The growth was quite good when observing a while ago, didn't expect it to be harvested in a blink of an eye.

Song Song Youde heard the news and also drilled out of the room, and when he saw Old Man Li, he was happy:

"You are the one who knows how to serve the rice. I walked past there the day before yesterday, and saw the rice ears were heavy, full and big, and I didn't even bear to pinch them off..."

Old Man Li was even more embarrassed: "What are you talking about?"

"We have planted rice for a lifetime, when have we planted such anti-insect and disease-free ones! A plant of ears is so full and solid! In the early years, whoever's rice was planted like this, people from ten miles and eight villages would come to see it... it's still your rice seeds that are chosen well, Tantan also added some nutritional liquids or something in it, I don't understand."

No wonder rice can be harvested more than 1,000 jin per mu casually now, science is still different.

The two looked at each other, and both felt that the other had a high level.

Song Song Sancheng was also happy from ear to ear:

"How many years, I just want the taste of this rice at home! I feel that buying other rice later has no fragrance."

Song Song Youde glared at him: "You are the one whose brain is not clear. What kind of rice did we plant before? Can the taste be better than the Wuchang rice that Tantan bought later?"

What they planted before was ordinary indica rice, the kind that is two yuan a jin in the supermarket now, not crystal clear, but gray and a little yellow, and the taste is not very good.

It's just that the yield is high, the ability to resist diseases and pests and lodging is strong, and the cost is low, so every household plants it.

If it comes to taste, it's really far behind.

Song Song Sancheng was not convinced: "The variety of rice is not as good as others, but it is beaten by one's own family, and there is always a rice fragrance when cooking... That bought one is crystal clear, I always feel it's missing something..."

Zhang Zhang Yanping nodded—he had bridged the gap with grain merchants, and understood a little:

"It is indeed like this. Because the rice grains want to be sold now, they must have good packaging, high appearance, and be preserved for as long as possible."

"So we used to shell it with a thresher and that was it, and we had to pick out the sand and broken shells when cooking..."

He was most impatient to do this when he was a child.

"But now rice has to be polished, so of course it's crystal clear."

However, the most nutritious germ layer has been polished away, so it's all starch when eaten.

This is also why all recipes don't recommend rice as a staple food when losing weight in recent years.

It's not that rice is bad and has no nutrition, but because the current processing method makes its nutrition unable to be preserved.

Unless you buy that kind of expensive germ rice with a short shelf life, you will specially keep these nutritional layers.

What germ or not, Song Song Youde didn't understand much, but it didn't prevent him from understanding this matter. At this moment, he sighed:

"Anyway, we can eat enough now, and then talk about nutrition and taste after eating enough... This year's rice has nutrition, so eat more when the time comes."

He thought very openly, but at this moment he couldn't help but worry: "But now the courtyard is full, two mu of rice, how to dry it?"

The little old man's memory of beating rice still stayed in the time of sickle harvesting.

At that time, the harvested rice had to be picked back, pulled to the drying field to dry thoroughly, and then manually pulled the heavy, round stone roller to crush and thresh it again and again.

Finally, dry and winnow, and then it is rice milling...

In short, farming is busy, one is sowing, one is rushing to harvest, that is really bitter to the point of tears!

Zhang Zhang Yanping was stunned:

"How to dry?"

Isn't it using that harvester to walk in the field for ten or twenty minutes, collect the rice grains, crush the straw, and just pile the remaining grains in an open space to dry?

Song Song Sancheng was amused.

"You young people, you just don't take money seriously—we only have two mu of land, and it's in a mountainous area. You ask people to open a harvester, how much money per mu can they make?"

If the whole village harvests, or in the big plains, the harvesting price per mu is 80~150, this price is acceptable to everyone.

Because people can earn money by quantity.

But he only has these two mu, even if it is 150 per mu, labor, oil costs, plus machine wear and tear... is it enough?

It's still hot, who cares about doing this business?

But if you add money per mu, for example, add to 300—oh my god! Song Song Sancheng dare not think about it.

The state regulates grain prices, and grain prices cannot rise. If you really calculate it this way, this two mu of land is not earning a penny for a year of hard work, and you have to pay for it!

Of course, they didn't intend to sell it, but as long as this economic account is calculated, no one can bear to spend this money.

Zhang Zhang Yanping was confused—

"Otherwise, in such hot weather, we have to harvest manually, how long will it take?"

The so-called "looking at the mountain and running the horse to death." Two mu of land, everyone says it lightly, but if you really do farm work, you can't see the end when you bend your waist...

Harvest it yourself?

He shivered and dared not imagine. ===== CHAPTER 348 =====