Chapter 495

What is called squandering heaven's gifts? This is what's called squandering heaven's gifts!

Even though Professor Song hadn't seen the situation at Hewan, feeling the air here right now, he felt it must be a good place.

Looking at these barren mountains that Song Tan has leased, this place is so easy to renovate, so why has no one touched it for so many years?

And it had to wait until she, a young girl, came back to do it on such a grand scale...

If this isn't squandering heaven's gifts, then what is?

He sighed.

Everyone is calling for rural revitalization now, revitalizing the countryside, but where do the people come from? And where does the people's money come from?

People with money and confidence can live very well in the city, but as for the farmers—let alone investments of hundreds of thousands or millions, just talk about a cost of 30,000 yuan, and see if they are willing to part with it?

Contemporary farmers, especially those in poor mountain villages, have no chance to save money without going out to work.

A group of old men and women in this village have lived frugally their whole lives, and they probably only saved a few tens of thousands of yuan.

He didn't say anything more, just continued walking forward, and incidentally took out his phone to record:

"I'll make a record first, and we'll discuss it again when we go back tonight. Do you have any particular preference for crops?"

Professor Song was suddenly so serious that Song Tan felt a tinge of guilt for her "cheating," so she spoke up to persuade him: "There's no need to be so anxious. It's almost seven o'clock, it's time for dinner. Why don't we have dinner and get a good rest? There will be plenty of time to discuss it tomorrow during the day."

Professor Song stopped in his tracks.

After rushing about all day, he was indeed hungry, so he turned his head and walked back: "Eating is fine, but we must have a plan for the matters to be discussed tonight. Many details need to be sorted out. Otherwise, some thoughts will be forgotten by tomorrow."

Looking at Sister Yanran and the others, they had already obediently followed him back.

Sister Yanran skillfully held the machine in her hand: "The GoPro's night shooting capability is a bit too poor. Once the sunset goes down, you can't see clearly, which will have some impact. We'll have to come back and shoot again tomorrow during the day."

"But it's no problem to make a rough framework tonight."

Tang Tang Xiaodong also looked at the camera in his hand: "It's okay. The light was very soft before the sun went down. Although what I shot isn't high-definition enough, I saw everything that needed to be seen."

Everyone was so serious that Song Tan had to walk to the front to lead the way: "Then I'll take you around the main road. If we really start planting on the mountain, this road will also need to be repaired."

Otherwise, it's really troublesome when it rains.

"No rush." Professor Song was clearly very experienced: "You should plan your mountain well first. If everything can have the same quality as the peaches, becoming famous and making money is only a matter of time."

"When the government sees the strength of rural development, road resources will definitely keep up."

Otherwise, building a road yourself is a cost that an average family cannot afford.

He looked ahead; the small dirt road, more than a meter wide, wound its way down, and this distance was not short.

"Okay."

Song Tan nodded: "If that's the case, I'll buy a few more tricycles later." In the countryside, this is still the most practical.

The time of return was just right; the dishes had just been served, and Wu Lan was smiling and greeting everyone:

"Professor Song, the room you're sleeping in is over here. The old bed was just brought over by tricycle, but it's not equipped with a mattress. We've laid a layer of bedding for you, and a straw mat on top of that."

"The quilt is made of new cotton I fluffed from the old ones I took apart before; it's also clean."

Don't mention it, Wu Lan had eight quilts as part of her dowry when she got married. After so many years, their family really has the most quilts.

This already made Sister Yanran and the others flattered:

"It's very good, very good!"

"And Sister Yanran, your room is on the second floor. There's an empty room that was just tidied up... See if there's anything missing and tell us, and I'll let Tan Tan go to the street to buy it tomorrow."

Sister Yanran is also someone who works in the fields and on the mountains; she knows how to enjoy things when she can, and can endure hardship when she must. Now, she was already very satisfied.

After a lot of tossing and turning, everyone was sweating and their stomachs were rumbling. Fortunately, Seventh Cousin-Grandpa brought out the last basin of food, and announced that it was time to eat!

The dozen or so people in the family sat down smoothly, and no one pushed or shoved for seats. What made Professor Song look sideways in particular were the two elderly people in wheelchairs—

He had seen many elderly people in wheelchairs, whether they were there for a long time or temporarily, their spirits were somewhat withered. But the two in front of him:

One is Song Tan's maternal grandfather, and the other is the mother-in-law of Zhang Lianhua, who helps out at their house. Why do they still look so radiant?

It's not that they have red lips and white teeth or a youthful appearance, but that kind of particularly full posture.

With this appearance, it seems like it wouldn't be a problem for them to get up and run a hundred meters at any time.

He saw it in his eyes and couldn't help but feel satisfied in his heart—

So, saying yes to coming here was because he couldn't refuse the favor, but looking at it now, the atmosphere here is indeed quite good!

…

Eating at Song Tan's house has never had any tedious formalities.

At first, the family still respected the rural guest-hosting process—first pushing and yielding seats to each other, then starting to politely urge dishes, and after people picked up their chopsticks, there would be some drinking and chatting mixed in...

However, that was all in the past.

Now, it's just: the food is served, pick up the chopsticks and start eating directly.

Professor Song rarely saw such a fresh and unpretentious guest-hosting process, and couldn't help but be stunned.

But soon, he was happy too, and then followed suit and picked up his chopsticks.

I saw that the farmhouse dishes in front of me were very simple.

It was truly simple—just 4 dishes and one soup.

They all used those large stainless steel basins, and the portions were truly astonishing.

Not to mention the rice; a super-large rice cooker had cooked a full pot.

Seventh Cousin-Grandpa was still laughing happily: "Our rice is delicious, eat more. It's also fragrant when steamed in a rice cooker. Tomorrow I'll cook it directly with a firewood stove; that scorched rice soaked in vegetable soup is the most delicious!"

The reason he no longer cooks with a firewood stove is very simple: it saves some trouble.

After all, there are now 16 people eating at home. If he were to set up a table like that, it would be equivalent to Seventh Cousin-Grandpa cooking a grand banquet every meal. Even if his body were stronger, he wouldn't be able to handle it!

However, when the rice cooker was opened, the pungent fragrance already made Professor Song's stomach rumble. He hurriedly said: "No need, no need. It's so hot in the middle of summer, why use a firewood stove? The rice cooker is quite good."

It wasn't that uncomfortable; the air conditioning was on in the kitchen. But... no matter how much the air conditioning is on, facing the fire is still different.

Seventh Cousin-Grandpa smiled: "It's okay. Since you've come to the countryside, you have to eat a meal of scorched rice at least once."

Wu Lan is now exceptionally confident in the taste of her own food. At this moment, she was pretending to be humble, but the pride in her eyebrows and eyes could not be hidden:

"Professor Song, eat quickly, don't be polite! My hospitality is lacking..."

Everyone looked at the cold dish in front of them, which was green, white, and red, mixed with chili peppers, and was a bit puzzled:

"This is..."

Qi Lin originally wanted to say it looked a lot like radish, but once he smelled the scent: "Watermelon?"

"Oh my!" Professor Song was also pleasantly surprised: "Cold mixed watermelon rind? It's been decades since I've eaten this."

He was inexplicably pleasantly surprised: "It's hot, this is perfect for rice!"

"Yes." Wu Lan was also happy: "This watermelon rind is mixed with our family's chili oil, it's especially delicious! It's just a bit spicy."