Chapter 713

Chef Qian really wants to eat sweet potato vines!

This thing is what he ate at Song Tan's house last night.

That old thing Song Youliang, the older he gets, the more his cooking skills return to simplicity. Choose tender sweet potato vines and break them into small sections, stir-fry with garlic and chili, refreshing and spicy, not to mention how appetizing!

As for the old ones, not a bit was wasted, they were really fed to the pigs!

Those green vines were chopped in front of him, simply like chopping his heart!

How can Chef Qian stand it!

He almost shouted that he could pickle sweet potato vines, but this black young man named Zhang Yanping is not a good person either. As soon as he heard that old vines have to be broken into sections and peeled to be delicious, he immediately said they don't lack vegetables, only good pork.

In short, the final destination of those vines is the pigsty.

And Chef Qian wanted to call the workers to taste it, and by the way, he could eat another meal.

But I didn't expect this group of people...

Calculated this way, there will be half a month of busy time, and the labor force that can move in the village will not be wasted, everyone has income...

"Uh..." Wang Dashun spoke strongly on the side: "I can peel chestnut skins..."

It's enough to be like this, and I have to do something else alternately every day. But there is no way, who told the family to be rice buckets!

I just emphasized very seriously: "You must invite me when killing the pig, you can't drag it to next year."

It is estimated that two or three hundred yuan will be collected per mu in the plain area, but we are in the mountainous area.

But Bolun has been taught so well now, if I don't fulfill it...

"Definitely, definitely!" Wu Lan was also relieved.

Sigh!

Wu Lan thought about it and discussed with him seriously: "It's difficult to get injured if no one watches when cutting rice, the last time my sister held a class reunion, she was watching from the side, which was very hard."

Since that's the case, three hundred yuan a day, it's better to let them help harvest, those two pieces of land, three people won't need two days to finish.

The land has already been plowed, just need to raise some ridges to sow seeds. The temperature these days is still a bit high, wheat planted too early is prone to overgrowth, it is more suitable to wait until the end of the month.

Bolun is busy replying to everyone's questions, and at this moment he is also happy: "Cutting rice takes two days, planting fruit trees also takes several days, and then it's time to sow winter wheat."

He was excited, and at this moment he only felt his body was light and healthy, his steps were flexible, and he rushed down the mountain without long:

Wu Lan:...

They are all tender!

But speaking of rice harvesting...

And looking towards the low-lying area where the temperature is more stable, autumn cowpeas and chili peppers have already taken shape.

"Bolun, I can't hold a class reunion for you this year when cutting rice, but when killing the pig before the New Year, can I invite five class reunions for you?"

She smiled helplessly: "Alright, Chef Qian... when you leave, I will pack ten jin of millet for you alone!"

But... even if people come now, there is nothing to sell, and the economic benefit is low!

In the morning, I even led everyone to do the Eight-Section Brocade in the park!

"Sister said, it costs several yuan to buy chicks, and now they have eaten so much grain from our family, it hasn't laid eggs well for several years, why should I eat it like this?"

Qiao Qiao is also just hanging up the phone: "Still the same, agricultural machine harvesting four hundred and seventy per mu, let's hire people to do it."

Bolun looked at Wu Lan expectantly.

Sometimes I can sell them some big bags and small bags... After all, it's almost New Year, and even stingy people have to be generous.

Golden yellow!!!

Song Tan was dumbfounded.

Before leaving, he turned his head and shouted at the seventh cousin: "Old Song, look, the chestnuts on the mountain are ripe, when are you going to make chestnut stewed chicken?"

Song Tan thought about it, but didn't have any particular persistence.

"Then I have to set up a greenhouse next month... It's said to be a cold-resistant new variety, I don't know if it will work..."

Qiao Qiao thought to himself, having done farm work for a lifetime, only this year did he feel that there was hope in life.

The only disagreement now is—

Wu Lan:... It's really not necessary! Chef Qian, you said yesterday that your family member wears high-heeled leather shoes to dance in the square every day!

Chef Qian's old face didn't even turn red, and he went up the mountain satisfied at this moment.

But the two pieces of land together have three or five mu, Qiao Qiao thought about it: anyway, the excavator is still digging fruit tree pits on the mountain now, and we have to wait for the fruit trees to come, and the strong labor force that just returned to the village will go to dig pits and plant trees meticulously...

Chef Qian stared silently for a while, and his mood finally calmed down. He looked into the distance, only to see the sturdy chestnut trees with white-backed leaves turned over by the wind, and the heavy prickly shells pressed on the branches, which were about to ripen.

Before Wu Lan could speak, Song Tan refused first: "Seventh cousin, why are you like this!"

"Didn't sister say that I can hold a class reunion when harvesting rice?"

Walking further, seeing that the Chinese cabbage already had several leaves, I couldn't help but ponder what it would taste like to stir-fry with minced meat.

It's time to harvest rice! New rice!

He shook his head and sighed, quite like Qiao Qiao's usual sighing at the prodigal son: "Seventh cousin, you really don't know how to do business!"

"Eat, eat, eat! A bunch of foodies! Eat tonight! Tan Tan, good chestnuts must be paired with good meat, how about catching a rooster or hen from the back mountain?"

The seventh cousin was so angry that he scolded his back: "At your age, you want face, you want to eat whatever you see, you are still a master, why are you so greedy?!"

Seeing that Chef Qian still wanted to say something, she quickly stopped: "No more, no more! Ten jin of millet can be eaten for a long time, you can't eat white porridge every day, right?"

"Can invite them to watch the pig killing, and just let them help pull the pig legs, and finally invite them to eat pig-killing dishes."

Seventh cousin:...

Chef Qian's old face collapsed, pitifully: "My old lady is old, her body is weak, she usually loves to drink some white porridge... this rice..."

And, that's what I have to harvest myself. It's not too much to ask for four hundred and seventy for a machine to open for these two pieces of land.

Wu Lan was stunned: "Chef Qian, millet can't be sold, there are only these two pieces of land in total, and the yield is only enough for the family to eat."

He sighed, and finally carried it out for a stroll, looking at the radish seedlings in the distance that had grown as long as a palm, and couldn't help but want to eat radish stir-fried with minced meat.

Just... when coaxing children, what words are not said as soon as you open your mouth?

"Wu Lan, when will your rice be harvested? Sell me some millet! I want it privately, not for the restaurant."

Seventh cousin was silent for a moment, then said: "Song Tan, is it possible that I am a cook?"

Walking further and further away, spinach, celery, lettuce, Chinese cabbage... have all grown old.

And the golden rice fields at the bottom of the mountain in the distance...