Chapter 6: Don't learn to grunt like a pig

Song Tan was truly shocked.

"Are we that rich?"

There are mountains and fields.

"What money?" Wu Lan didn't even lift her head: "It was all passed down by your grandpa. It's a barren mountain and wild ridge, and it can't be sold, and no one wants to contract it, so it's barren!"

Song Tan was silent.

There are less than thirty households in the whole village now, with an average age of forty or fifty. Now grain is not valuable, so it's just enough to have enough to eat. So not only their family, but other families are basically leaving large areas barren.

There is no other reason, it's just that the labor force is not enough.

They have many mountainous lands here, and large agricultural machinery cannot be used. Small ones need to be paid for by themselves, which is expensive, and they can't save back the cost in a year of farming an acre of land. Plus, the roads are winding, and there is nothing that can be sold outside.

Planting rice and wheat is just for their own family to eat. It's a lot of money to irrigate, fertilize, kill insects, and weed for a year.

What about the harvest?

In the case of insufficient labor, they only harvest what their own family eats.

Looking back, it's two yuan something a catty in the supermarket in town. Although the taste is not great, it's not hard for yourself, and the money spent is much less!

It's better to leave it barren.

If you really want to make money, you have to go out to work after finishing the work in the first half of the year!

For example, Wu Lan went to a shoe factory to lace shoes last year, earning 6,000 a month, and only willing to go home until the New Year.

The year before last was Song Sancheng, who went to work on a construction site in the Imperial Capital, earning 400 a day. He worked for three months and earned over 30,000, lost more than ten catties, and recuperated for more than half a month after coming back.

After all, they are old too!

A sense of bitterness surged in Song Tan's heart, and at this moment, she promised: "Mom, don't worry, I will definitely let you live a good life!"

Wu Lan didn't discourage her, but asked back: "If you can handle it, tidy up all the fields and mountains at home, just don't ruin the vegetable garden."

"Also, let you see what hardship is."

"But you want the mountain and the field, it's the end of February, what do you plan to plant in the spring?"

Song Tan:...

She really hadn't thought about this!

It's only been half a day since she crossed back, and she hasn't even cultivated any results yet. Isn't it all in vain to plant anything?

But facing Wu Lan's deterrent gaze, Song Tan changed her words decisively:

"Mom, don't worry, when have I ever done anything I wasn't sure about since I was a child?"

That's true. The daughter has always been obedient and sensible—except for this time.

Wu Lan said "Hmm," waiting for the following.

Only then did she hear Song Tan say: "Since that's the case, let Dad rent a few machines tomorrow and turn over all the barren fields."

"I won't touch the ones where things are already planted at home."

"I have plans for several mountains, but someone has to dig the mountains, the machines can't go up—Mom, you just invite people, I'll pay."

"You'll pay?" Wu Lan looked at her meaningfully:

"Daughter, digging a mountain costs two hundred yuan a day per person. You only have those 60,000 yuan, so be careful, otherwise our family doesn't have that much savings for you to squander."

Song Tan's expression cracked—why was she so obedient before! She had to report her savings, a mama's girl!

Song Qiao, who finished cleaning the kitchen, ran in, his hands red. Seeing this, Wu Lan got angry again: "I told you many times, use hot water in winter! Why don't you listen?"

They deliberately trained Song Qiao, and housework was taught bit by bit, just for fear that one day... but Song Qiao didn't know how to take care of his body. This practice process was also full of depression.

For example, at this moment, Song Qiao ignored her and just leaned against Song Tan:

"Sister, I want to watch Peppa! Mom won't let me watch!"

Oh my!

Who can refuse such a big treasure!

Song Tan immediately took out her phone: "Come, let's—"

She got stuck.

Looking at the phone she took out, the cracks were crisscrossed, and it was clearly dancing on the verge of being scrapped—

Wu Lan looked at her own thousand-yuan phone and suddenly felt a burst of bitterness.

"It's hard for you outside, Mom knows, but the family doesn't lack yours, don't be too thrifty."

After a while, she softened her voice: "If you want to farm, then farm well. There's nothing else at home, but there's plenty of land. Listen to you for whatever you want to do."

Turning around, she took out her phone and transferred 2,000 yuan to her: "Go to town tomorrow and buy a new one."

Song Tan blinked in confusion and looked at her phone—a pleasant surprise, hahaha!

However, the next moment, she heard Song Qiao making a "grunt grunt grunt" sound next to her, making sounds while looking at the two of them.

At this, Wu Lan's softness couldn't continue, and she roared:

"Song Qiao Qiao! I told you if you grunt like a pig again, you're not allowed to watch TV!"

In the quiet night, Song Tan finally had the opportunity to try to draw in spiritual energy.

Spiritual energy was like stars, slowly surging with the wind in the quiet village on a winter night.

Accompanied by the operation of her mental method, the spiritual energy, which was like fireflies and hard for ordinary people to see, gathered slowly, bit by bit, wisp by wisp.

It was like sweet rain nourishing her weak body that had survived a hundred holes and death, tempering her shell...

Finally, until the sky turned fish-belly white, those spiritual energies, which had become increasingly rich during the operation, were collected into Song Tan's dantian.

At this moment, her whole body was already full of sticky black impurities, and the smell in the room was increasingly soul-stirring.

Song Tan had to sneak into the bathroom like a thief—thanks to the new countryside, although she wasn't so afraid of the cold now, she still had to say: the water heater is great!

But what's bad is that because the dirt on her body was too hard to scrub, by the time she finished washing, not only was the hot water gone, but Wu Lan had also woken up.

Taking a bath in the early morning of winter, and using up all the hot water in the water heater and using cold water?!

It was simply crazy!

So in an instant, the whole family got up—Qiao Qiao boiled ginger soup, Song Sancheng burned the stove, Wu Lan hurriedly stewed water with the stove again, must not let her catch a cold!

Finally, when going to the street, the fairy Song Tan was wrapped in an old military coat and wearing a grandma-style wool hat, only then was she allowed to sit in the back seat of the motorcycle.

It's hard to start a motorcycle in winter. Song Sancheng was kicking the kick-starter in the front, and she was calculating what to do today in the back—

First, go to the town police station to handle the ID card.

Thank goodness, because of mobile payments now, she didn't carry a card with her when she had the car accident, which saved a lot of trouble.

Then buy a new phone.

These two most important things are done, and the next step is to buy some farm tools, fertilizers, and the most important one—seeds.

As for what seeds to buy, Song Tan already had an idea.

At this moment, she sat on the motorcycle, looking at the rolling mountains that had just been turned over, and then looking at the red sun rising in the sky, only feeling a full chest of pride:

"Dad! It won't be long before I make our village more beautiful! Our days will be better!"

Song Sancheng was riding the bike in the front and also shouted loudly: "Tan Tan, be careful when spending those 60,000 yuan!" ===== CHAPTER 7 =====