Chapter 83: Young Girl

Song Tan:...

Could she say she forgot?

The so-called sorting is that tea stems are needed during the tea-frying process; tea stems are generally tied with fine bamboo branches, and some tender branches inevitably break and fall in under high-temperature baking.

Moreover, it's inevitable that some old leaves will be brought along during the tea-picking process; they will turn yellow during the frying process, making them easy to distinguish and pick out.

But it doesn't matter.

She didn't change her expression: "It's fine, Mom, at worst, they will have priority in buying tea leaves in the future. You just find someone to sort the rest."

Wu Lan was also silent—priority, why don't you go to heaven?

She dreamed at night that people were complaining about the high price and coming for refunds.

But since it was already sold, she could only think of the good.

"Then this isn't urgent either. I saw the forecast saying there's rain the day after tomorrow. When it rains and we can't work outside, I'll call the four aunts who pick tea over. What money or no money... just sit together and chat."

Five or six jin of dry tea a day, only a dozen jin accumulated in these few days, just a matter of a moment.

Mentioning money with this, isn't it chilling to people?

Saying this, she became proud and happy again: "This year picking tea leaves, they can also earn quite a bit of money."

Song Sancheng took a puff of his cigarette and said happily: "It's still our Tantan who has prospects; now she farms well and can give the people in our village a chance to earn money..."

He was clumsy with words and couldn't summarize more, only murmuring repeatedly: "Very good, very good..."

Song Tan found it hard to understand this feeling.

Her hometown was her obsession in both her previous and current lives, and her relatives were her inner belonging, but as for the village itself... even in her previous life, from the time she started living at school, the time she spent in her hometown was minimal.

Forgotten for too long, there was no such strong sense of belief.

But now, looking at Wu Lan and Song Sancheng's proud appearance, her heart was touched again.

Qiao Qiao poked his head out from outside:

"Is it done?"

He said aggrievedly: "It's dark, the small shop is going to close."

The closing time of the village small shop depended entirely on how late the people chatting dispersed; Song Tan also hurriedly stood up:

"Dawang, let's go."

With a shout, Dawang obediently came over with the dog leash in its mouth. When the hook was put on the loop, Song Tan handed the leash to Qiao Qiao:

"You lead it, walk slowly; Dawang is very smart, if there's anything, you tell it."

While reaching out to touch Dawang's head, the fluffy touch made her heart soft, and then another mass of spiritual energy slowly poured in.

Dawang let out a whimper from its throat, let out a low "Woof," and its entire body's muscles and bones were silently stretching.

Then it looked at Song Tan before taking the initiative to nudge Qiao Qiao's chest with its head.

This made Qiao Qiao incredibly happy!

"Dawang really likes me!"

He proudly held the leash: "Dawang, we're going to buy bubble gum. Do you eat ham sausage? I don't know how much of my wages are left, is it enough to buy?"

"Do you eat eggs? Tomorrow if Grandma boils eggs for me, I'll share with—"

"No, can't just give you one, have to give the others..."

He became worried again, clearly feeling that one egg wasn't enough to share.

Then seeing the dog tag on its neck, he became happy in an instant, pinching the dog tag and smiling at Song Tan: "Sister, Mom said, if I have this tag, I'll take it to find the police if I get lost in the future."

He wrinkled his nose: "Qiao Qiao remembers the road clearly, how could I get lost?"

The siblings chatted and laughed, soon arriving at the small shop.

In front of the small shop was an activity square, which was naturally pitifully small compared to the urban area. But in their village, it was still a piece of land contributed by the villagers for free, which was why it was paved.

Several aunts Song Tan recognized but couldn't name were sitting there chatting and laughing, and on the fitness equipment next to them, some people were also swaying slowly.

"Oh my, why such a big dog, like a tiger!"

Dawang's existence was truly too eye-catching; for a time, even though the two solar street lights on the square weren't very bright, everyone still curiously surrounded them.

Of course, they didn't dare to get too close, only subtly maintaining a distance.

Song Tan noticed that there was a young girl among them.

She was wearing a simple black baseball jacket, her bare face wasn't very fair, but her eyes were exceptionally bright, looking about the same age as Song Tan.

It was rare to see young people in the village; subconsciously, Song Tan met her gaze and returned a smile.

And the other aunts listened to Qiao Qiao loudly introducing Dawang's greatness, becoming more and more interested, clicking their tongues in wonder.

However, Dawang clearly had a sense of proportion; except for Qiao Qiao, whoever dared to approach, it would take a step back, its expression fierce!

Although it didn't show any intention to attack, this stance still made everyone a little afraid.

Hearing Qiao Qiao's childish words again, saying that there were seven more dogs at home to be put on the mountain fields to guard, everyone's expressions changed slightly.

Song Tan knew that by tomorrow noon at the latest, this news would definitely spread throughout the entire village.

At this moment, an old lady in the crowd said in a sour tone: "Oh my! In our time, people couldn't even be fed, and you're feeding this dog? Young people nowadays are really willing to spend money, and I don't know where they earn the money."

Song Tan also said lightly: "Hmm, it really costs a lot of money. This dog was abroad before. Over there, they took it out hunting, hunting bears and biting tigers."

"It's just that it's not convenient now, so they gave the dog to me."

She used this spring-and-autumn brush technique quite skillfully; for a time, everyone's gaze at Dawang became exceptionally fearful.

After a night of fermentation, Song Tan believed. Tomorrow's rumor would be that she raised a dog that had eaten tigers.

It might even add a sentence: This is a dog sent from abroad, it dares to bite tigers, let alone people!

When this was said, the old lady indeed didn't make a sound.

And Song Tan's goal had been achieved; she ordered Qiao Qiao: "Aren't you going to buy bubble gum? Hurry up."

Subsequently, she watched everyone's vigilant expression as they looked at Dawang, and slowly led Dawang to the road.

One person and one dog under the hazy street light actually showed two points of peace.

And at this moment, she heard footsteps behind her.

When she turned her head, she saw the young girl chasing after her:

"Song Tan, right?"

She smiled with pursed lips, with a beautiful dimple on her cheek, and her entire expression was indescribably cheerful.

"I've heard your name for a long time."

"I've tasted the Chinese milk vetch in your field; the taste is very good. I wonder what kind of new fertilizer or new variety you used?"

Song Tan raised an eyebrow: "You bought it?"

The girl was stunned, then her eyes lit up: "You're still selling this?"

Immediately after, she shook her head: "No. I just saw Grandpa Li pulling his cow for a long time before he could pull it away when I passed by the field, thinking how delicious this must be? So I went to pull one to taste."

She reached out her hand:

"Hello, my name is Xin Jun. I'm the village secretary who just took office in our Yunqiao Village last year."

After finishing, she blinked again: "If you've read the news, you should know that more than nine hundred college student village officials came to our province last year—I am one of them."

－－－－－－Author's Note－－－－－－

Fifth update, Concubine Wan has squeezed me dry, and I seem to have squeezed you dry too... gone, gone.

College student village officials are real; more than nine hundred came to our province last year, completing the appointment of new and old replacements (actually, our village didn't...).

The rest, come to the comment section.

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