Chapter 830

Song Song Sancheng's car plans were put on hold again, because there was no time at home to pick a car for him, but instead, everyone was focused on finding people to buy materials for the greenhouse.

It was a big project, because no one in the town did this, so they had to go through a company in the city. When the people came to see the actual situation, they immediately made a suggestion:

"Why not pick a couple of acres of land at the entrance where the drop isn't too big and build a shed there."

First, it's close to home, making it convenient to look after.

Second, the mountain is all gentle slopes, which is not easy to build on, while here, although there are drop gradients between the fields, building a greenhouse only requires adjusting the foundation piles, which has little impact.

But the only thing is that the sparse vegetables in the fields at the entrance can now end their lives of shivering in the cold wind and being on the verge of death.

"Pull them out! Plow the fields! Nourish the land! Fill the trenches and ridge them again!"

The people installing the greenhouse went back to determine the dimensions and draw the blueprints, and the fields here were already bustling with activity again. Zhou Zhou Maozhu and the others, who had just become free, were wondering whether to go pick vegetables to earn a hundred yuan a night, but now there was work again.

"Don't say it!" He helped turn the soil, feeling very happy: "Working for two days and resting for two days, earning money without delaying rest, the feeling is actually quite good."

Others said to him: "You want to rest, but I don't—have you heard? The road repair team is almost here, and they are recruiting workers! 150 a day, I plan to go."

Anyway, there's no work during the day. You guys now start sleeping in the morning, and apart from chores at home in the afternoon, there's nothing to do at all.

"I checked the information, it seems that the spring and autumn exchange meetings are usually aimed at the general public."

Secretary Zhu calculated: "The roadbed has been leveled for twenty days, and soon our village will also be leveled and stabilized. Later, when the concrete is poured, wait for it to dry and lay the asphalt, the asphalt cushion layer..."

Xin Jun had checked the information: "Exchange meetings are held in all four seasons of the year, and there are many big and small ones in every industry. We didn't understand before, so we thought it was very popular. But the one Professor Song mentioned has a relatively high standard."

People in the village were imagining the future, and Song Tan was also staring at her notebook at home in a mess:

Whoa! That's a coincidence! Secretary Zhu had a deep impression of Zhai E, the two-day worker on the mountain who hid meat and didn't wash vegetables, and now his eyes were shining:

"I'm a distant relative of theirs, and I have an honest look... Actually, I heard from a relative that the potato skins they eat every day aren't even peeled, and as for the meat, you can't even fish out three slices from a pot."

Everyone asked Secretary Zhu: "Do you know who the chef is over there?"

That kind of food—

"But this winter one might be more professional and more inclined to develop a certain specialty, which will be submitted to the judges for review—for example, if someone's radish is sweet and crisp when eaten raw, that is also a key point for cultivation."

"Why hasn't Professor Song come back yet!"

Two acres of land, if he works slowly by himself, he can eat for a few days.

"Road repair, there's no need for heavy labor, now there are road rollers to level the roadbed."

Zhou Zhou Maozhu was silent for a while, then suddenly grunted: "The food at my place isn't good anymore either."

And he's afraid the road is bad and will damage the chassis!

Since that's the case, eating ready-made food, isn't the meal cooked by the chef better than going back and cooking it yourself?

"Are you stupid! If you're not full, go home and eat! We're building the road in our village, it's so close to home!"

As everyone chatted, Zhou Zhou Maozhu was the first to back out: "If it's like that, I'm not going."

She gossiped: "How bad is it?"

Ahem.

Huh?

The reason is simple. Li Li Lanhua picks vegetables on the mountain every night. Before picking vegetables, they eat the food left in the kitchen. When picking vegetables ends after five o'clock, they just happen to help out in the kitchen and mix in another meal.

"Why is it you again?"

Not doing it because the food is too bad?

Of course, it's still popular—who in agriculture doesn't pay attention?

She pondered: "At most mid-November, the road will be open!"

"That's not clear—ask the secretary, he has more news."

"My relative told me," the villager said a bit embarrassed: "They said the food there is too bad, people from other villages are making a fuss and not doing it anymore."

"There's not much work needed in the later stages, don't dream of working until the New Year."

"And what about this exchange meeting, why does it have to be in winter! Can't it be in spring, summer, or autumn?"

After all, for crops, missing the season might mean delaying a whole year!

"It's that Zhai family next door! The one, the relative of Zhai Zhai Dafeng on the mountain!"

"But then again, this road repair won't last long, right?"

In short, the secretary walked to the road holding two pumpkin cakes and heard everyone's questions.

In spring, summer, and autumn, there's always something to do in the fields, so you don't have to think about it! But now, apart from radishes and green vegetables, there's nothing else in the fields. You can't just bring two fish and two pig trotters at the end of the year!

"Who is it?" Secretary Zhu took a bite of the pumpkin cake; it was a bit cold, but it didn't matter, it was still delicious.

"What? One hundred and fifty?"

Oh my! That's even more exciting than having work! Once the asphalt road is paved, cars can drive smoothly and safely to the doorstep, and children can come back safely and quickly during festivals...

That's right, he specifically sent a basin to the old Song family. His craftsmanship is truly good; the pumpkin cakes are crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, fragrant, sweet, and not greasy, and they are slightly chewy when bitten—

Everyone was energized: "Do they provide meals? What time do you work a day? What kind of work is it?"

But because of this, the lunch meal was very perfunctory. Zhou Zhou Maozhu had been eating pickled vegetable and minced meat for three days in a row, and now he couldn't eat it anymore.

"The reason it's chosen in winter is also due to the characteristics of the exchange meeting, because the spring and autumn exchange meetings have already ended. Some late autumn or winter crops can't keep up, so they can only catch up with this one in winter. The consideration is to be as efficient as possible without affecting next year's planting development..."

"You guys are just tidying up the edges and corners... but I haven't heard that they are recruiting people? It doesn't take many people, there's no need to hire people back and forth for one road."

Once there are many people, what secrets can there be?

It's very difficult to grasp the degree of what to plant in that greenhouse to be both reasonable and outstanding!

Who doesn't love gossip! Everyone gathered in a circle, eyebrows dancing and expressions excited: "Isn't the road in the Chen village in front already repaired? It's our turn to level and stabilize the cushion layer, and there are more people coming and going."

Secretary Zhu couldn't imagine it, after all, what he eats every day...

And Xin Jun added:

He grunted: "Anyway, I'm not going to repair the road, I'm going to do the work at the old Song family's place—they are going to build a greenhouse and need to prepare the land for sowing, which is also quite busy."

That's not wrong. The secretary has a lot of news. At this moment, he was holding the fried pumpkin cakes—there were two pumpkins left after cooking pig feed in the morning, and Master Jiang was afraid everyone would get tired of drinking pumpkin soup, so he simply fried them into pumpkin cakes.

Oh my! Delicious!