Chapter 814

That bag of chestnuts was finally put into the warehouse by Song Tan, because Zhang Yanping was lying on the second floor and heard a few words, giving an opinion that no one could refuse—

"Tantan, chestnuts can be kept until the New Year!"

"When the villagers come to visit during the New Year, our family's things can't stand being eaten. If we buy them outside, it seems like we have no sincerity."

"Just put a plate of chestnuts; they are dry, and gnawing on one for an hour is definitely no problem!"

Just make do with this this year, and plant two more patches of sunflowers and peanuts next year, and the New Year's fried goods will be ready, right?

Zhang Yanping was stingy and had many ideas, and this idea hit the heart of the Song family!

"Yes!" Even Until Wu Lan began to look forward to it: "When the children come to visit, we'll grab a bag of our own things. If someone comes, we'll prepare some things to kill time..."

What's wrong with dried chestnuts? Their family's dried chestnuts are also delicious. Gnawing on them slowly with front teeth and saliva, it must have a unique flavor!

She even began to think about what to send when visiting relatives during the New Year. It can be seen that this half of the year has really made people feel proud and triumphant!

Only Qiaoqiao couldn't understand this subtle thought for the time being, just stuffed Xiaotian back into the pocket of her pajamas and asked curiously:

The Song family said they would plant a lot next year and ask about the New Year...

But everyone's thoughts were different—since they couldn't sleep, they might as well get up and work.

He just instructed: "When Tantan wakes up, tell her to go up the mountain and bring the large steamer from the canteen."

Zhang Yanping was stunned: "Why? Are you going to make steamed buns?"

Zhan Hewen and Xin Jun rode the tricycle, everyone was responsible for loading the baskets, and Li Zi and Until Wu Lan were responsible for moving them onto the car. The assembly line transportation started very quickly.

And Song Youde looked at the busy crowd, sitting on the tricycle seat at this moment, and seriously opened his phone:

Song Tan raised her hand lovingly and touched his head: "Good boy, did you finish your homework tonight?"

Women could sleep soundly anytime and anywhere, but since they could sleep anytime and anywhere, wouldn't it be better to earn some money?

Otherwise, why was he so energetic when working? Isn't it better to sit down and prepare lessons and scroll through the phone steadily?

"Drying sweet potato strips? Then dry more. Sell them online later. This thing is cheap and durable, more practical than sugar-roasted chestnuts."

Qiaoqiao was puzzled: "Why are you all here? Did you sleep enough at night?"

Seventh Uncle said: "Steam them and then dry them; sweet potato strips are red, soft, and sweet, very delicious!"

Seventh Uncle was also stunned: "Why, do you steam the sweet potato strips before drying them?"

"Transport them to the cellar? I have no problem with that. Li Zi and I will do it; we are strong—but it won't work now, right? Let's dry the moisture first."

Zhang Yanping shook his head: "That's too sweet, sweet enough to lose teeth. I don't dare to eat much. Besides, it's not easy to preserve like that!"

After thinking about it, he instructed: "Boiling pig feed takes an hour or so; you feed them a little casually first. The calling is too miserable..."

"Why didn't I sleep enough?" Li Lanhua laughed: "I went to bed at eight or nine in the evening, got up at eleven-thirty to pick vegetables, there was still food left in the canteen, ate until full, went home at five o'clock to lie down, and squinted for a while at noon... enough, enough!"

Zhang Yanping immediately decided: Isn't it just sweet potato strips? Dry them!

Everyone:...

This work was easy, and the old men and women could handle it, but they had to dry about 5,000 jin of sweet potatoes. Qiaoqiao thought about it and shouted in the group.

So she stopped Li Zi: "You go boil the pig feed, I'll do this side."

And on this side, the workers who got up in a hurry to catch the early shift just opened their eyes at three o'clock, fumbled to cancel the mute, and heard a happy prompt from the phone—

Before long, the strong men and women on the night shift all came.

The two were talking at cross-purposes, and it took a long time to figure it out.

So when Zhan He woke up, he faced a heavy task.

And today there was also a large pile of work.

Regarding things related to animals, Li Zi was always the most enthusiastic. At this moment, he picked up the phone stand and went up the mountain without saying a word, while Song Sancheng reminded him while moving baskets:

But in Zhan He's view, it wasn't as easy as said. For example, many aunts were probably due to age, and their sleep hadn't been good for the past two years.

After all, they had no work after the fermentation tank was repaired, and they had been idle at home for three or five days.

The sweet potatoes dug out needed to be put into the cellar, and the children were making a fuss about eating sweet potato strips. Plus the New Year thing Yanping mentioned yesterday...

"Bring two baskets of sweet potato ends dug out... Old pumpkins! There are old pumpkins and cabbage bought in the canteen, bring a few!"

Seventh Uncle had no opinion—how could a cook have an opinion on delicious food?

"But the New Year is at the beginning of the second lunar month this year, there are still more than three months!"

Zhan He rode the Little Flower and had already gone up the mountain smoothly!

The autumn morning was exceptionally comfortable. Because the temperature dropped, the Song family's waking time was also pushed to three o'clock in the morning.

The worker was refreshed, then clicked on the notification and found that this cross-partition streamer had started again early in the morning—

With Until Wu Lan's personality, could she not leave ten or eight jin for them after the sweet potato strips were made?

Now there was no work in the factory, just a night shift, and there were few people!

Except for Zhang Yanping, Seventh Uncle, and others who were older.

"The streamer you especially follow has sent a livestream preview!"

Calculating like this, although the work at the doorstep was good, it wasn't stable!

Xin Jun looked sideways: His cheapness and ordinary people's cheapness, aren't they the same thing?

But for nearly two acres of land, ten thousand jin of sweet potatoes, Until Wu Lan still sighed: "Grandpa, you should have said so earlier, we would have pulled them to the factory to put them."

Xin Jun rode another car, really didn't want to say—just riding the car up the mountain, there were so many people, unloading didn't need them, what could they be busy with?

"Oh, I'm really busy... I have to worry about the livestream preview when delivering goods..."

They didn't play with their phones at night, so they still woke up at five o'clock. It was cold and dewy in the morning, so everyone gathered in the kitchen to work together...

Everyone rolled up their sleeves and quickly sorted the sweet potatoes. The beautiful, intact, and good ones were put into the cellar, and half were separated to dry sweet potato strips.

"Use the old method!"

Don't say, there were many more people than when they were in the old house.

He even shared 20 jin of pumpkin strips made in early autumn!

【Luxury breakfast livestream, just to let you eat!】

Seventh Uncle:... That's true. He couldn't eat too sweet things now either.

I was afraid that the cellar wouldn't fit two days ago, so I secretly went to expand it, and stole a handful of glass beads from Li Zi... That little thin spiritual power was exhausted, and it took several days of cultivation to return!

Until Wu Lan had sharp ears. While moving the baskets, she heard the pigs on the back mountain shouting again—why did they always look like they were never full!

So, eight or nine men and women came to the courtyard, plus seven or eight old men and women, and a pile of sweet potatoes was quickly sorted.