Chapter 829

As the temperature at night on the mountain continues to drop, Zhang Zhang Yanping plans to raise the wages for vegetable picking in November.

And the cold weather also means that during the day, there is absolutely nothing left to do in the fields.

Song Song Sancheng and Wu Lan seized the opportunity and actively went to town every day, and finally, on the first day of November, the two of them returned from the city in high spirits!

They got their driver's licenses!

Wu Lan could still maintain her composure; she chose a filter, selected some music, calmly posted a video on TikTok, and then looked at the rising number of likes, her mood naturally beautiful!

And what about Song Song Sancheng?

Just in the short time since he returned at noon, he had already made several phone calls to his brothers and friends—

"Which car model do you think is good? I'm planning to choose XX, but Tan Tan insists on buying me YY. You know I just got my license..."

"What do you think of the YY model? I just got my license, I'm mainly afraid of the fuel consumption..."

"When are you free? Let's go look at cars... Look at what cars? Oh, I just got my license because I was bored..."

Song Qiao Song Qiao:...

Song Tan, who was learning how to generate electricity from oranges in front of the TV, raised her hand: "I can burn it!"

That's right, when he said that, his tone was full of joy.

Zhang Zhang Yanping was still holding firewood; he took a look at it: "What's the difference between this and the stove we installed in the house! It's just bigger."

She then shouted: "Dad, it's cold, let's start roasting by the fire!"

Now, only some melon and fruit snacks brought back were provided, but unexpectedly, there was an unexpected surprise!

Zhang Zhang Yanping:...

Zhang Zhang Yanping was wrapped in a cotton-padded jacket in the room listening, and couldn't help but glance at Song Tan: "Do you think the YY car is good?"

My sister said at the time to buy coal!

His hands were full of orange juice; he pulled out the flickering light bulb, peeled and ate the orange first, and then took the lighter:

Song Qiao Song Qiao looked at the sky from afar: "Yes."

"In addition, select some with good appearance; there will be a gold medal selection at the end. Don't be careless. In my personal opinion, although this exchange meeting is not famous, it is still quite important."

The weather forecast said a cold wave was coming, and she could vaguely feel the heat rolling in the air.

He knows how to do the math.

That was naturally a joke, but one can imagine Zhang Zhang Yanping's desire to show off. Miao Ning thought, this won't do! You can't be arrogant when driving!

"Miao Ning, there are still about two or three months left, hurry up!"

Zhang Zhang Yanping, holding firewood and looking at the shed of coal behind the house:...

"But firewood isn't cheap either!" Buying firewood also requires chopping and tidying up, it's about the same! Song Tan has learned addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division very well now!

Xin Jun sighed: "It's a good thing the rice has been harvested—no wonder Professor Song always says our side isn't very suitable for double-cropping rice; if the rice grows a little slowly, it won't work."

Sigh, Dad is really not studying seriously. The worker master said at the beginning that because the village doesn't have natural gas, we can use coal, electricity, and firewood, but burning firewood is more expensive...

"You young people don't understand. Why roast by the fire as soon as it cools down? Spring warmth and autumn freezing..." He muttered, but his movements didn't stop, and he soon returned with a pile of firewood:

"It won't." Song Qiao Song Qiao isn't worried about this. What she planted are cold-resistant varieties, and they would grow well even without her help.

Fine!

Song Tan looked at him suspiciously: "But Dad, you said it yourself, the new house is snow-white, and burning a stove will easily make it very black—if you want to roast by the stove, there's a room specifically left by the warehouse for chatting by the stove!"

In previous years, it had to be mid-to-late November; if it's a warm winter, starting to roast by the fire in December is also normal.

He grunted: "Coal... is expensive!"

"Hmm." Miao Ning nodded: "The temperature depends on the thermostat, my sister will adjust that. Firewood and coal both need to be added every two hours—you can turn off the induced draft fan when sleeping at night and push up the gate, so it will be warm until the next morning!"

"By the way, Tan Tan, Boss Chang asked again, are we really not building a greenhouse?"

The father and son were studying the heater, while Xin Jun frowned: "Will this winter be very cold?"

"I'll do it, I'll do it! I can, I can!"

And although the temperature is low and there is a lot of wind during the day, the sunlight is still quite bright.

"Ah?" Miao Ningxin was in high spirits, and when he heard this, his train of thought was interrupted, and he subconsciously replied:

And Professor Song himself doesn't use his connections for the big farm at Song Qiao Song Qiao's house, so he can't guarantee she can get in.

Stimulated by the temperature difference between day and night, vegetables and fruits will only become more delicious.

"What is that thing you use for roasting by the fire, how does it burn?"

"It's only November, why roast by the fire so early?"

"Oh my, oh my, listening to Uncle Song's tone, it's as if the driver's license was just lying on a plate, and he could get it whenever he wanted—I'd better go back into the house, don't let people think it was my effort that made it good."

The voice on the other end of the phone was full of joy:

Zhang Zhang Yanping put the firewood aside, turned around, and pulled a handful of pine needles from the other side of the coal pile and handed them over:

Song Song Sancheng was worried: "Will the vegetables on the mountain be okay?"

For the first time burning the fire, Song Tan was quite cautious. She opened the video she had saved and watched it again, and then followed the requirements step by step to start the rural dedicated heating machine.

As soon as she finished speaking, the phone rang.

"What if... a greenhouse?"

She looked at the leaves falling outside and felt the howling cold wind, and now she looked at Miao Ningxin helplessly:

"Dad, why are you moving firewood? Didn't my sister order coal for the stove in the back?"

Over there, the unattended heater had been standing quietly for several months.

He had mentioned this a long time ago, but because the qualification review starts in the middle of every year, usually only big farms, agricultural bases, or ecological bases with special research or characteristics are eligible.

Song Tan was speechless: "I think the Dongfeng pickup truck is the best. Do you think my dad can buy it?"

"Song Qiao Song Qiao, I've signed your family's farm up for this winter's exchange meeting—is there anything you can provide in the winter?"

He decisively changed the subject: "Does this thing also need to be filled with firewood from time to time?"

A cold wave suddenly arrived. At the end of October, the daytime temperature could still be over 20 degrees, and you could wear short sleeves while working. But overnight, the daytime temperature was only 10 degrees, the cold wind was whistling, and if you walked around the roadside in the morning, you could see silver frost like broken snow.

Song Qiao Song Qiao was helpless: "But the temperature has dropped!"

"Here, start the fire first."

Miao Ning shook his head: "Rest in the winter, I'm really not doing it, as long as there's something to eat."

Secretary Zhu, who was originally eating a piece of fried pumpkin cake with relish and teasing a few cats, couldn't help but shrink into the house after hearing this:

The two pushed open the living room door and went straight to the back of the house.

That's true. No one had planted double-cropping rice in previous years. This year, it was because Song Qiao Song Qiao came back and was in a hurry to eat millet rice, so she urged the seedlings a little harder, and the planting was also delayed for a while.

"Fine," he felt relieved: "I'll notify everyone first, and the wages will start increasing tonight."