Chapter 507

"Yes!"

That must be wanted.

Aunt Wang looked forward to it: "The fungus you planted in the spring, didn't you divide two sticks to each family of the old people in the village?"

"Just the Chen Laotai in the back bay, the rice cooker at home was broken that day, your uncle went to see it, and she packed a bowl when leaving... Oh my! It's really good! It's better than the cold fungus we went to eat at the wine banquet."

Song Tan thought: That is of course. At the beginning, in order to make these chestnut trees promote the better growth of fungus, she didn't use less of the little spiritual energy.

Even if these sticks were divided into each family to raise themselves after the bacteria species were clicked, the natural growth is better than the concentrated acquisition of the hotel. Not to mention the premise of spiritual energy!

It is normal to be able to taste the difference without saying how much it wins.

After saying these polite words, Aunt Wang's expression was obviously much closer:

"Then I thought, you students who came out of regular good universities, farming really has tricks, otherwise you wouldn't be able to enclose the mountain and do it so much, right?"

"Later, when you started planting vegetables, didn't someone in the village look for you to change some vegetable seedlings? My family also wanted to go, but it was planted early, so I didn't have the face to open my mouth..."

"That time I went to see the vegetable seedlings changed by others in the ground next to it, and sure enough, the ones your family gave grew better!"

"Tantan, if your mom asks like this, then Aunt will take it with a thick face—leave more—I see your family didn't plant bitter melon this year, my bitter melon is quite good this year, I will pick some for you tonight."

Song Tan:...

Bitter melon is quite delicious after blanching, but the problem is that the family's mouth is spoiled...

She could only politely refuse: "No need, Aunt Wang, it's just a matter of seeds, and my family doesn't like bitter melon..."

After repeatedly declining bitter melon, winter melon, and zucchini, Song Tan returned home and heard Professor Song sighing with Wu Lan:

"The climate this year is too hot. Otherwise, in this season, you can actually plant some heat-resistant..."

It's not impossible to open a part of the excavator first because the mountain can't be planned for a while.

Isn't it!

Speaking of this, Wu Lan complained bitterly: "This God. Those few pieces of vegetable land at the door, even if they are not planted in previous years, the grass on them grows green, and I have never seen a lack of water."

"This year is good, it is planted on the ground, and the sun is so sunny, all the water is dried up. If it weren't for the pond next to the bamboo forest that can release some water along the ditch, this high temperature day would definitely affect the harvest."

Just this, the green vegetables in the garden are completely impossible now. Only chili, cowpea, and eggplant can barely support it, and the output is much less than early summer.

Cucumber is even more, tender cucumber is getting sparse, but the old cucumber left behind, one is thicker and more golden than the other.

If this continues, the vegetable vendor Old Zhao will not be able to supply it.

"It's okay."

Professor Song calculated the time: "July is hot, just right to slowly make a plan for the mountain and tidy it up."

It's not that everyone deliberately slowed down the rhythm, it's really that this weather only works for a few hours every day, and dare not do more.

"In August, I will entrust someone to get some seeds and seedlings, and we will build a cool shed to raise them."

Just right when autumn comes and the temperature difference is large, plant it.

"Don't worry, don't worry."

Wu Lan is very free and easy now.

Although the family didn't earn less money in the first half of the year—of course, it's all spent now, but they also tightened the strings and didn't relax.

It's hot, and you can't do anything, which gives yourself a chance to recuperate.

It's just... suddenly idle, and it's still a bit uncomfortable.

Song Tan suggested: "Mom, anyway, it's idle now, why don't you and Dad go traveling. I'll report a group for you."

Report a leisurely route, with suitable temperature, comfortable, not so rushing, and let the couple see the customs of other places.

In the past, Wu Lan wouldn't listen to the topic of tourism, but now, she dared to think about it.

But looking at the fierce sun outside, she didn't even have the courage to lift her feet: "Forget it, forget it, it's so suffering to go out in this day. Don't you still wait for the house to be built on the mountain? I'll ask who in the village has time in advance."

Who in the village has time? How many young and strong people are there in the village? Isn't that still to be handed over to the engineering team?

Song Tan couldn't laugh or cry: "Mom, building a house won't be chosen at this time."

But it's not that there is nothing else to do—

"Otherwise, you ask again, isn't the tea leaves on the mountain about to be pruned? Find two people to move to the car, and I will pull them to the courtyard. Ask someone to pick the old leaves and dry them."

"Look, look!" With work to do, Wu Lan immediately came to the spirit: "I said I can't do it if I'm not at home? These things are many, and they are all things! Relying on you, how many people do you know in the village?"

Here, she touched the phone and went out: "Just right, call them to settle the previous wages."

On the side, she was happy: "I didn't expect that half of my body was in the soil, and I finally took care of the old people in the village..."

Song Sancheng's hand picking water caltrops paused, and for some reason, he also let out a long, long sigh.

Professor Song heard it clearly in the room, and nodded seriously: "After your family develops well, there will be more things like this to drive the village."

"And you can do more, better."

Wu Lan waved her hand, restoring the refreshing appearance of the past:

"That dare not think, help us help a little, can't we don't force it. Otherwise, all the burdens are on the body, and I don't owe them, how much pressure the child has."

Just talking, the phone was connected, the old man on the opposite side was often deaf, she hurriedly raised her voice and went out to talk.

"I don't quite understand..." In the room, Sister Yanran asked in a low voice:

"Teacher, isn't it their family who asks people to work? Why do they still say that they take care of the old people? Is this the meaning of taking care of the old people themselves?"

Professor Song put away the smile on his face, and his expression was slow: "Sister Yanran, the old people in the village have no retirement salary, and the qualifications for subsistence allowances are not available to everyone."

"At their age, they can still do some work, so their children will not serve by their side."

"But they can't adapt to smart products, and they have long passed the age of being able to work. Even if it is sanitation, they won't want such old workers."

"Even if the above can give subsidies, caring for the elderly, and comforting during festivals, it is already the extreme."

"Then you say, is it good to have a job at the doorstep at this time, the work is easy, seventy or eighty years old can also do it, and they are all familiar peers, and the wages are settled on the spot... is this day good?"

"This is the greatest hope for their lives."

"But..." Sister Yanran was curious: "Then their family is also asking people to work, you give money and I work, why do I feel that Aunt Wu Lan is still quite proud?"