Chapter 382

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Wu Lan looked at her: "You tolerate, so you send him to the back mountain?"

Song Tan nodded: "The watermelons mature on our mountain are all big, Uncle Zhang has bad legs and feet, and it's too hard for him to pick melons and move them to the tricycle alone."

"You say Wu Lei Ge Ge, this young and strong guy, if he doesn't do heavy work, who will?"

Good heavens!

Song Song Sancheng couldn't help but look at his daughter, and then asked her: "If he really wants to be lazy, can you beat him?"

"How is that possible?" Song Tan smiled: "My Wu Lei Ge Ge doesn't care about anything else, but he cares about his face."

We are talking about people, but if one pays attention to etiquette, righteousness, integrity, and shame, even if one goes astray for a while, one can be bent back.

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Otherwise, why spend so much effort?

"Uncle Zhang has eaten more salt than he has eaten rice, can he not control him?"

Indeed, Wu Lei Ge wore a straw hat, and his mood was beautiful as he passed through the back mountain, through the woods, and then around to the peach orchard.

There were also not-so-good memories of him and Lili here, also because of live broadcasting here, which caused Lili's career Waterloo...

But for himself now, it's a good place to be lazy.

Look at the deep and shallow shadows under this fence, one can reach the fresh red cherry tomatoes with one hand, how good!

Besides, in the peach orchard, there are also shaded places to play. Even on the outermost layer, there is that grass shed built by Uncle Zhang for night watch...

With Uncle Zhang there, the dog and goose don't easily come here, as long as you find a geomantic treasure land, you can swipe your phone all day!

Just as he was imagining beautifully, he heard Uncle Zhang shout: "Is it cousin Tan Tan? Young man, come, give me a hand, move this big watermelon to the tricycle."

Uncle Zhang sighed: "My legs and feet are bad, and I'm old, it's really exhausting!"

Wu Lei Ge was stunned.

He didn't have any suspicion, and at this moment just responded enthusiastically: "Alright!"

Then he stretched out his hands, sank his body, and hugged the big melon that was at least twenty jin!

And on the mountain, seeing the rice grains in the cloth bag were almost full, Song Tan called Zhang Zhang Yanping to change to a new bag.

She took the rice to the plastic sealing machine on the side, packed it in a thick plastic bag prepared in advance, then vacuumed and compressed—

Soon, a square bag of five jin of rice like a brick was packed.

Grandpa Qibiao asked: "What are you doing with this? We eat it ourselves, no need to pack it like this."

Song Tan remembered the beautiful flower bouquet that was raised in Grandpa's house for more than a week before it withered, and also responded: "I'm giving it to someone, I'll mail it out in the afternoon."

Wu Lan also remembered one thing: "By the way, Tan Tan, pack a few more 10-jin ones, and send them to Zhang Yanping's house, your uncle's house, your aunt's house... send them over."

As for the eldest uncle's house, no one mentions it at all now.

Wu Lan didn't mention it, and Song Song Youde, who was cleaning up the broken stones in the flower bed, didn't say anything.

"Alright!"

Song Tan said while weighing and packing efficiently, and then couldn't help but ask again: "Brother Zhang Yanping, are you really not planning to go back for a few days of vacation?"

Zhang Zhang Yanping waved his hand: "Vacation is fine, no need to go back."

You don't need to punch in for work here, just wake up smelling the rice fragrance, it's no different from a vacation.

He isn't like Wu Lei Ge, working hard every day.

"My mom and I video chat every day, it's really not suitable to go home recently."

In his mother's eyes, Tan Tan is good at everything, but she can't stand the place of work being in the countryside!

Everyone feels that there is no future in the countryside these years, and they all want to rush to the city, preferably with an iron rice bowl.

But... Zhang Zhang Yanping thought: where else can an iron rice bowl have this food?

He even counted his savings, and couldn't help but ponder, wait for Secretary Xiao Zhu to come next time, see if he can buy a homestead in the village, and build a house himself...

If possible, he wants to love Tan Tan, Song Qiao Song Qiao, and Grandpa Qibiao for a lifetime!

But this matter has to be discussed in the long run, first, his mother's pass is hard to pass, and second, the money in his hand is not enough.

Thinking about it, Zhang Zhang Yanping flipped through the backstage messages of Taotao Treasure:

"Tan Tan, many customers asked if our shop has old coarse cloth bed sheets for sofas, are we putting them up?"

"No, not putting them up."

Song Tan answered crisply.

Their village has never been famous for the textile industry, and old coarse cloth bed sheets were made by people themselves, really not worth mentioning in terms of output.

Those who can do this now are basically gone, there are plenty of them sold online, no need to force them in this shop.

"Alright, what about Song Qiao Song Qiao's grass mat? Many people liked it when he live-broadcasted yesterday. I watched the playback once, and estimated that selling it at a higher price would still have people wanting it."

"What grass mat?!"

Song Song Youde was in high spirits.

"The one you wove!"

Zhang Zhang Yanping smiled: "Green as emerald, how good-looking, and cool to sleep on!"

Look, Song Qiao Song Qiao doesn't need to turn on the air conditioner when sleeping at night, and has to cover with a small quilt.

He isn't good, although the night in the village is a bit cool, that's all for the second half of the night, the central air conditioner still has to be turned on for the first half of the night—logically speaking, he doesn't sleep badly! It's just those old coarse cloth bed sheets.

Song Song Youde was instantly proud: "That's right! My craftsmanship weaving a grass mat is definitely steady."

But he couldn't help but say a truth: "But the grass mat color is so good-looking, I haven't seen it before."

After all, that rush grass is sprinkled with plant ash to repel insects and sterilize, and then left in the sun to dry... it would be strange if it didn't fade.

But the strange thing about this batch of grass is that it has been in the sun for so long, it's withered, and it's sterilized and de-insected, but the color is still so fresh and transparent, looking as if it's even better.

This bamboo mat weave, Song Song Youde couldn't help but admire it for a long time.

"But I didn't pay attention to the side of the field, it seems there's no grass."

The little old man was not without regret.

Song Tan suddenly remembered: "There is."

Pointing to the back mountain from afar: "Grandpa, wait two days, I'll talk to the village about the contract, pay the down payment, and then the whole mountain behind will be ours."

"There is a grass pond, and a large piece of low-lying land on the edge, all of which are these."

Actually, she lied, there isn't that much, and some are even sparse.

But Grandpa helps the family every day, but unlike Grandma who picks tea leaves, he has a proper job, and he doesn't want money if she gives it to him...

Now finding a career for the little old man is better than taking money from his children.

Sure enough!

Song Song Youde was instantly spirited, put down the stones he had picked up halfway, and said impatiently: "Where is it? I'll ride my bike to see it now."

Song Tan:...

"Don't rush, don't let the news out first, wait until I settle the contract."

After the contract is settled, she will spend some effort to get the grass out, and then talk about other things.