Chapter 560

Oh my mother, such a useful thing, why didn't I think of it before? Song Tan instantly wrung her hands: If I had known earlier, I don't know how much trouble I would have saved this year.

But it doesn't matter, better late than never, I'll buy one today. A mere crusher, there are many choices for those selling agricultural machinery in town!

But before that, Great-Uncle had another instruction:

"Tantan, you have strength, go and clean up that old cellar later, and then go down and catch the liquor jar."

This old cellar wasn't specifically for storing liquor, but because the older generation had suffered from hunger and famine, and couldn't buy things at any time due to the conditions at the time, every household had a cellar for storing grain.

Song Tan still had memories from her childhood; this cellar was basically used for storing sweet potatoes. And it wasn't in the courtyard, but on the slope behind the house.

But unlike the urban fantasy, this cellar was cool and dry, but for a child, it didn't bring any sense of happiness from a full storage, but rather the 'grass-crawlers' (a type of insect with many legs) that crawled back and forth in the cellar...

It was truly full of shadows.

Song Tan cleared her throat: "Okay!"

Until Wu Lan was a bit surprised: "That sweet potato cellar hasn't been used for more than ten years, Uncle, you still remember!"

Looking at Song Tan again, she saw her smile brightly: "Uncle, that's nothing, just say the word."

That won't do!

As soon as he left, Sheng Maoxin's face collapsed:

His thoughts turned a thousand times, and on this side, Song Sancheng was also embarrassed to the point of being unable to speak.

It doesn't matter if his brain isn't good; digging sweet potatoes doesn't require a brain. Pity the hearts of parents in the world!

After hearing Song Sancheng say that his son was giving gifts, Zhou Maozhu knew that the child's brain must not be good! Can't take him.

For one thing, the family hadn't grown so many sweet potatoes for many years, and for another, the cellar entrance for the sweet potatoes was a bit small, and there wasn't a ladder or anything. It relied entirely on ropes for pulling, and was only suitable for children or thinner people to go down.

Let the children stay in the provincial capital, start a family, and only be able to come back for a day or two during the holidays.

He rubbed his hands awkwardly: "I just thought, you are about the same age, he might listen to what you say a bit more."

Asking someone to help, how can you go to someone else's house for a free meal? Besides, Song Tan's things are so expensive...

Sheng Mao saw this and hurried over: "Uncle, is there something wrong?"

Zhou Maozhu couldn't help but recall the thoughts the couple had before Tantan came back—

Song Sancheng was so ashamed that his face turned red, and he refused repeatedly, but in the end, he couldn't overcome Zhou Maozhu, so he turned back three times for every step to call someone.

Whoa!

Sheng Maoxin's first thought was to refuse.

Although life is getting better and better now, the bitterness of so many years in the past cannot be erased in a word or two.

That won't do!

While worrying about his driver's license.

Anyway, no one is allowed to waste this good liquor.

She only advised: "When the tea leaves come out in a while, Uncle Zhou still has to stir-fry tea leaves for our family. Treating someone to a meal and liquor isn't worth much."

Her tone was very relaxed, clearly just for fun, and Great-Uncle also laughed at her: "You've drilled into the money pit."

"You say, whether you earn more or less, one must be steady, right? Tianyu has a salary of ten or twenty thousand a month, and he's been working for two or three years. When his mom and I ask, he only has a few coins in his hand—how can he live like that?"

Especially since his family still has a young man who can work!

Now that Great-Uncle brought it up, she was really quite surprised.

And, everything is fine, why invite him and Tantan to dinner?

"Hey, by the way, tell your aunt not to cook anymore, come to my house to eat tonight. Some liquor was just taken out of the cellar this afternoon, come and accompany my dad for a couple of drinks."

Song Sancheng then gritted his teeth and said: "Tantan, you have ability now, and you have a lot of experience. I was thinking that my son seems a bit adrift outside, you go over for a meal, and by the way, give him some pointers..."

Who eats plain noodle soup at a Pan-Peach Banquet!

Great-Uncle also sighed.

Seeing Song Sancheng's tangled appearance at this moment, he immediately felt the same way.

Song Tan, however, made a regretful expression: "Hey, the timing is wrong. If Brother Yanping were still here, and the group of people fishing were still here, buying this on the spot for bait would also earn a sum."

After such a toss, Zhou Maozhu was worried on one hand that the sweet potato cellar hadn't been used for many years, and he didn't know what the situation was at the bottom.

The small fish fry just put into the pond, and then strong liquor, wouldn't they all be dizzy and floating in the pond!

Song Tan comforted him: "Grow more coarse grains next year, and we'll have plenty of good liquor then."

In fact, when ordinary families dig this grain cellar, it's usually done by their own brothers. But in the old Song family, when this cellar was dug, Sheng Maoxin wasn't married yet, and Song Dafang went out at a young age, so there were no strong laborers in the family at all...

Although this metaphor isn't very appropriate, that's indeed what he felt in his heart.

Sheng Mao laughed: "Forget about feeding the fish."

"You, that, what... do you and Tantan have time tonight? Go to my house for a meal."

Usually, when it's not needed, it's not thought of. Now with such good liquor, let alone digging up the sweet potato cellar from memory, even if there wasn't one, Great-Uncle could direct someone to dig one on the spot!

"What is it that I don't know? I was the one who cooked when you and Sancheng got married! Besides, when your dad asked someone to dig this cellar, I was the one asked to cook."

What's more, this thing isn't meant to be drunk every day, it's best to drink it in small quantities or not at all.

"We don't have many jin of that liquor left in total..."

Besides, the liquor is strong enough that if this group of people drank it openly, they probably wouldn't consume much.

So after she gave birth to Qiaoqiao and started gaining weight, she basically didn't go down there anymore, and it was gradually abandoned.

Song Meide wasted two jin of white flour at that time, caught two fish, and then came to invite me to make two dishes, and by the way, accompany the guest...

"Forget about bait for now, this jar is good stuff. Keep it to feed the pigs, chickens, and ducks; you can even feed it to the fish."

"It's okay, Dad."

Zhou Maozhu became vigilant instantly, especially when he heard that Mao Zhu's son had returned—don't tell me he wants to introduce a partner to Tantan!

"Let him come back, he's not willing either. With our two old bones, even if we squeeze out all the oil, we can't come up with the down payment. What to do? What to do if there's no nest?"

At the same time, he also thought that if Until Wu Lan passed and he didn't, how shameful that would be! My old face wouldn't be able to hang on...

Zhou Maozhu responded and went out, only to see Song Sancheng walking into the courtyard. Seeing him, he was still a bit embarrassed:

But Sheng Mao didn't say this.

At a young age, how hard it is to struggle in a big city; it's better to come home and help me dig sweet potatoes!

Just thinking about it, the bitterness in his heart couldn't be described!

A little bit divided here, a little bit divided there, and now only a few dozen jin are left.

It's just that with Qiaoqiao's situation, asking her to come back is also a burden. That's why he endured it and instead persuaded Song Tan to stay in the provincial capital properly.

With his thoughts wandering, he had already forgotten about that full jar of sorghum and grain.

Everyone was chatting happily when suddenly someone shouted from outside the door: "Sancheng, Sancheng!"