Chapter 592

A few minutes after Tian Tian's motorcycle left, Song Tan's pickup truck also pulled up to the gate.

Before she could ask about the sesame in the courtyard, Wu Lan and Song Sancheng got out of the car.

The former was beaming with joy, and the latter was not lacking in pride.

"Oh my, I said getting a driver's license wasn't difficult. Look, I passed on the first try! How simple! Tantan, what kind of car do you think I should buy later?"

Song Sancheng smiled so hard his eyes disappeared, already thinking about where he would drive once he got the car.

Wu Lan glanced at him: "You only passed with a ninety-one, barely scraping by, and look at you being so proud! Anyone who didn't know would think you passed the fourth subject!"

Song Tan also wanted to laugh.

Her father had been proud the whole way back; anyone who didn't know would really think he had the license in the bag—in reality, he only passed the first subject this morning.

He was still using his phone to practice questions while waiting in line to enter the exam hall this morning.

However, she didn't interfere with her parents' bickering. She hopped onto the back of the truck and raised her voice to shout:

"Qiaoqiao, come out and see your new car!"

That's right, after waiting for so long, the second person in the Song family to drive a new car was none other than Qiaoqiao!

Qiaoqiao had already sprinted out of the courtyard. Looking at the tricycle in the back of Song Tan's truck, his eyes were shining, and he grabbed the railing, wishing he could climb up immediately!

"Sister! This is the tricycle I wanted, it's so beautiful!"

And beautiful it was! Even Song Tan, who prioritized pragmatism above all else, couldn't help but feel her heart flutter—

The vehicle was, just as Qiaoqiao said, a dreamy rainbow color.

The tone was a fresh macaron palette; the saturation wasn't high, but it was light and bright, making anyone who saw it feel happy.

And the snow-white cloud canopy, customized at a high price, trembled slightly as everyone moved it, not to mention how cute it was.

The vehicle cost over five thousand to buy, but with the color change, paint job, and canopy, the price was another five thousand.

When she was paying, Song Tan wanted to back out—if she had known, she should have just bought a rocking car!

Even at five hundred each, she could have bought ten! If Qiaoqiao sat on it, he could rock to quite a few songs!

Besides, with such a beautiful car, using it to haul fertilizer or firewood later would seem like a waste, and Qiaoqiao might not even be willing...

It was truly a children's toy that looked good but wasn't practical.

But.

The essence of humanity is judging by appearance.

No matter how impractical the car was, when it was lifted to the ground, Song Tan was the first to sit on it, and she said to Qiaoqiao, who was looking at her expectantly, with a serious face:

"Don't be impatient, Sister needs to test if there's anything wrong with the car first. If there is, I have to call their after-sales service."

Qiaoqiao was a good child; how could he understand the sinister intentions of adults? Especially when it was the sister he trusted so much.

He obediently stepped back and said earnestly: "Then, Sister, you must check it carefully, don't let my 'Big Flower' break."

What flower?

Song Tan was stunned.

Qiaoqiao pointed naturally at the tricycle in front of him: "Look at it, colorful and bright, of course it's called 'Big Flower'."

Song Tan:... I'd rather not have that name.

She couldn't help but say: "How about we just call it 'Big Rainbow'? Rainbow, it's more fitting."

Qiaoqiao thought about it: "But others won't know it's a rainbow, what if they mistake it for being red?"

What if? Mistake it, let them mistake it, what impact does a tricycle's name have?

But Qiaoqiao disagreed.

"In that case," he looked at the snow-white cloud canopy and made up his mind:

"Let's call it 'Big Cloud', I'm not changing it!"

Song Tan:... I can only say, as long as my brother is happy.

Thinking of the name 'Big Cloud', she decided not to think about it, turned the key, and started the tricycle with a roar.

I have to say, this car drives pretty well!

Near noon, those who had been working had all gone back, and even Sun Ziqiang had returned to Song Tan's grandfather's place to wash up; there was really no one else in the courtyard.

But this didn't stop Song Sancheng from showing off all over the house:

"Actually, I didn't pass the practice tests before because I wasn't paying attention."

"Look, I crammed this morning, did some questions while waiting in line, and didn't I pass the first subject? It's simple!"

"Oh my, if it weren't for the family being so busy before, I would have gone to take it long ago, and I'd probably have the license by now..."

He repeated similar words over and over, until Uncle Seven's ears were almost calloused.

He asked him: "I heard there are a lot of people who can't pass the second subject. Between you and Wu Lan, who will pass first?"

Ah, this.

Song Sancheng was showing off, but he still had some sense; who would pass the second subject first... he really didn't dare to say.

He instantly quieted down.

Professor Song and his students laughed to themselves.

Until Sister Yanran also came down from upstairs after showering—there was no help for it, they had been fermenting fertilizer on the mountain.

The pungent smell of ammonia fertilizer was enough to make one's eyes sting. Their clothes were soaked through, and they couldn't bear not to shower when they got back.

And girls showering always took much longer than boys, which was why she was the last one down.

Seeing Song Tan enter the courtyard with satisfaction while driving the car, she quickly asked:

"Song Tan, didn't you say there were still mung beans in the field to harvest? When do you plan to harvest them? I see it's going to rain again in two days."

Song Tan waved her hand: "Don't worry, someone has come to help. Otherwise, I wouldn't have the heart to let you go into the fields in such hot weather."

"There's plenty of shade in the peach orchard, it's not that hot. You can take your time working while you ponder things, no rush."

Uncle Zhang always had the habit of preparing fertilizer; there were countless large and small fermentation piles on the edge of the hillside before Professor Song even arrived.

Now that they were preparing more, once the mountain was cleared and the temperature dropped slightly, the first wave of base fertilizer could be spread into the fields.

Sister Yanran was a bit puzzled: "Didn't you say you couldn't find anyone in the village now?"

Song Tan smiled and told them about Tian Tian, and couldn't help but praise:

"Sun Ziqiang said these siblings are very capable! Look at the sesame outside, they finished cutting it all in one morning, they work really hard."

But they were working too hard. Song Tan was afraid of tiring out these children who were still growing, and was wondering if she should switch them to other tasks!

But Sister Yanran's focus wasn't there.

She asked curiously: "You said Tian Tian's brother wants to go to a tutoring class but has no money—what does he want to tutor?"

"English."

"That's so simple!"

Sister Yanran was instantly delighted: "Tell him, don't worry about the wages, just help out at your house morning and evening. When it gets hot, come over here, and the three of us can tutor him."

She blinked: "This way, he won't be exhausted, there's someone to do the chores at home, and you can save some wages in the process."

Otherwise, they were eating and drinking for free here every day, and they felt bad about it!

If they could help with this little thing, it would be perfect.

Sister Yanran felt a bit guilty after saying this.

Song Tan:...

She rubbed her hands, showing a conflicted yet sincere expression.

"If that's the case, wouldn't you be too burdened?"