Chapter 799

"Boom!"

Accompanied by the ruthless movements of the excavator, the old house that carried half of Song Song Youde's life of memories finally collapsed rapidly.

Amidst that sound, dusty mist swirled all around. Song Tan hurriedly took two steps back: "Grandpa, don't look anymore!"

Song Song Youde sighed: "Let me look a little longer, just a little longer..."

It wasn't really a matter of looking or not, but the place was currently under construction, with many workers and a messy pile of materials. Song Song Youde was getting old; what if he tripped or bumped into something?

It wasn't just him; even Grandma, who was looking forward to the new house, had nothing to do and wanted to come over to take a look.

Song Tan couldn't persuade them, thinking she still had to arrange something for the old couple to do!

"Grandpa, our sweet potatoes are ready to be dug up. The sweet potato vines on top are growing quite well, and I plan to bring them back to feed the cows and sheep—if you're free, could you ride your tricycle and help transport the sweet potato vines over?"

Now that the cogon grass was gone, the old man had nothing to do, and wouldn't he just be feeling anxious day by day?

Hearing Song Tan say this, the old couple instantly perked up: "Okay! When are you planning to start? We'll go ahead and tidy up the vines in advance."

It was Song Tan, who had just finished her homework, who raised her hand: "I know, I know! Like picking beans on TV!"

Song Tan, however, widened her eyes in surprise: "Sister, how did you know I was going to broadcast in the middle of the night!"

"Song Song Youde! Song Song Youde, are you there? Boss Song, are you there?"

Wu Lan turned her head and couldn't help but be amused—isn't this the quite wealthy Brother Loach!

"Grandpa and Grandma, if you're not too busy, could you specifically pick out the tender ones when you're collecting the vines? Seventh Master says they can be pickled and eaten in the winter."

Song Song Youde:... If it weren't for this, he wouldn't have asked just now if the bait was good or not; he really couldn't stand the screen-flooding from that group of "air force" fishermen!

Anyone who wakes up and scrolls through their Moments, only to find that those fishermen are all eager to flood the screen, each posting seven or eight times, showing off the fish in their hands from every angle...

"Then Song Tan should go. While helping out, you can also take the opportunity to broadcast on the mountain. You haven't been very active with your broadcasts this month; don't wait until the end to rush your hours and end up broadcasting in the middle of the night again."

Song Tan was dazed for a moment: "But I'm still in class."

"Don't talk about Grandpa and Grandma like that; who are they busy for! Hurry up, you go up and lend a hand too."

"What picking beans?" Xin Jun was just grading her homework and interjected.

Wu Lan followed slowly behind, hiding her merit and fame.

Wu Lan:...

"Brother Loach, you tell us. How much does this nesting bait have to sell for before you guys will try it?"

"Pfft, pfft, pfft!" Song Qiao Song Qiao glared at him: "What kind of metaphor is that? Can you say it like that?"

"Good! It's very good!" Loach nodded repeatedly, his face beaming with excitement at this moment, showing him the results of everyone's work from the middle of the night and early morning, complete with photos and videos.

Ding Yi watched from the side, thinking that this silly son of hers is so obedient now that he's being ordered around by Tan Tan!

Song Qiao Song Qiao thought for a moment: "You're going to cut the vines, and then pick the tender stems?"

The work sounded like a proper job, but for some reason, paired with Wu Lan's expression, it always made people feel strange, as if there was no work, and even if work had to be created, it had to be done.

In short, Song Song Youde first welcomed him with surprise: "What's wrong, what's wrong? Is it that our bait is especially good!"

But when he thought about bringing that scene into reality, he burst into laughter himself, and then hurriedly held it back:

When else could it be?

"I'll stir-fry some sweet potato stems with chili and minced meat for you; it might be even more appetizing to you than pickled cowpeas!"

"You're quite good at finding work... that's good. The two of them just can't stay idle; having something to do makes them feel more at ease."

He gestured, clearly the basin was really big, and the beans were really numerous.

The old folks were impatient to work; before Song Qiao Song Qiao could even speak, they had already ridden their bikes up the mountain. The old mother had no choice but to grab Wu Lan:

Song Tan said decisively: "Right now!"

She not only wanted the old couple to help tidy up the vines, but also arranged an extra task for them:

At this moment, feeling the keys in his pocket, he hurried toward the courtyard, while calling out to Grandma: "Wang Lifen, take two large sickles with you, and take two more baskets!"

However, having a definite answer now made them feel more at ease, so they turned around and started a questionnaire survey:

"Brother Zhang Yanping said there are also kids who study until they can't sleep in the middle of the night. It just so happens that our vegetables are harvested in the middle of the night, and the rhythm is very regular, which is especially suitable for obsessive-compulsive disorder and hypnosis. He asked me to broadcast when I have time."

Since it can be eaten, it naturally shouldn't be wasted. His granddaughter does business worth millions, and she even leads him to be able to call on the old men and women in the village to make money together. Now that there's work, the old man is definitely not going to let anyone else do it!

Ding Yi smiled as understatedly as possible: "Isn't it because the sweet potatoes on the mountain are ready to be harvested? I asked them to go and pick the sweet potato vines..."

On the side, he looked innocently at Seventh Master: "Seventh Master, didn't you say that pickled sweet potato stems are sour and crunchy, and especially appetizing!"

Xin Jun waved his hand: "You go first, I'll make up your homework later."

"That's indeed very appetizing." Seventh Master took a puff of his cigarette and also gave her a strange look:

He then persuaded Song Qiao Song Qiao: "Tan Tan's arrangement is quite good. Even if you didn't mention the sweet potato vines, I would have mentioned them later."

Loach thought about his pride in carrying a bucket and walking around the residential area three times today, and at this moment he felt even more frustrated that they wouldn't live up to his expectations:

Of course, I didn't actually hide it.

Then he heard Ding Yi say: "It's... it's like that story where the lady rewards her concubine by making her kneel on the ground and pick beans. Red beans and green beans mixed together, such a—big basin!"

And Song Tan looked at Xin Jun: "But I still have to go to class..."

Just as she was about to say something, she saw a dark, unfamiliar face rush into the courtyard:

But seeing Song Tan's excitement, she waved her hand at this moment: "Do as you please, broadcast if you want to. Go help Grandpa and Grandma first."

Brother Loach still has a room in their staff dormitory, and he pays the 3,000 a month very actively. But he doesn't live there often; it's said that he's a newlywed, and if he lives there, his wife will explode...

"Your Grandpa and Grandma were resting well, and suddenly they ran up the mountain again. What are they preparing to do?"

Ding Yi waved her hand: "I won't watch the video. I know."

Song Qiao Song Qiao sighed: "I'm not talking about you, I'm talking about your sister."

Their sweet potato vines are growing exceptionally lush, and the autumn weather is just right for plant growth. Don't look at the vines on top; there are still many tender branches and forks.

So, Song Tan's sister spoke up:

I can see it; she's using any means necessary to make up the hours... What's so interesting about chopping melons and vegetables in the middle of the night?

"Let me tell you, it's a waste of natural resources to sell your bait as nesting bait—Brother, let's broaden our horizons; can't you just sell it as fish bait?"

"Nesting, nesting, why do you only know about nesting?"