Chapter 88: Well Invited!

The topic drifted as they chatted.

After the people left, Song Tan calculated and said to Wu Lan: "Mom, tell the aunts tonight to help sort the tea leaves after dinner. I'm taking them over tomorrow, need seven jin."

Five jin for Yuncheng, one jin for the bureau, and one jin for that group of pitiful men.

Oh, no.

Song Tan also remembered one person.

"Pack another three jin, I'll send it to the Imperial Capital."

"Take another jin for Grandpa to drink, don't mention the price, take more when he finishes. My dad too, how can you be reluctant to taste your own family's things? Let him drink as he pleases, as long as he doesn't give it away."

Tea leaves can't be eaten as a meal, how much can you drink in a year?

Wu Lan was indeed back to her old habits, her heart aching when she heard her own family drinking it.

According to their habits, the good ones should be sold, and the crooked melons and cracked dates should be left for their own family to eat. But this matter involved Grandpa, what could she do?

She could only settle for the next best thing: "Leave half a jin of spring tea for your dad, let him drink summer tea for the rest."

The price of summer tea plummeted compared to spring tea, and Wu Lan didn't feel as heartbroken.

Song Tan was helpless: "Mom, with the quality of our tea leaves this year, summer tea is just bitter, maybe someone specifically wants this style."

So she didn't intend to sell it cheaply either.

Wu Lan felt heartbroken again, but then thought about it, her face became brilliant in an instant:

"Oh my! This is ten jin sold!"

Calculating the abacus in her heart: even adding subsequent investments, such as the three-thousand-yuan dog, the money from their old couple and Tantan added together, twelve thousand was already earned back now!

Oh my, it's only been a month! Why didn't I know farming earned money so fast before?

Song Tan:...

Those three jin for the Imperial Capital weren't for money.

People didn't want repayment and didn't want to reveal it, so naturally, they couldn't mention money, just send the good things from home for him to taste.

Speaking of which, Song Tan also sighed: I hope these spiritual energies are good for his wounds.

Wu Lan cooked a simple meal with a smile on her face, not feeling tired at all.

No way, the son couldn't be counted on, and the daughter's craftsmanship was just enough to cook it. In order not to let the children ruin her things, she could only suffer more.

Just then, Song Sancheng came back carrying a hoe.

Following behind him, dejected, was Zhang Yanping.

Not seen for a morning, his sweatshirt printed with brand logos was now covered in mud, sweat, and dirt.

In the morning, Song Sancheng said the dew on the mountain was heavy and found him a pair of old rubber shoes, but he refused.

Now the big-brand sports shoes were also stuck with sticky mud, heavy as a thousand gold, and looked like different shoes.

Qiao Qiao greeted him for the first time: "Brother, Dad said you worked so hard today, here's bubble gum!"

Zhang Yanping almost fiercely took that piece of bubble gum and stuffed it into his mouth. The inferior essence stunned his brain, and only when he reacted did he realize what he had just said—

Sure enough, he saw Song Sancheng's appreciative look: "Yanping is not bad! Seeing you couldn't work in the morning, weak and sickly, I thought you couldn't work in the afternoon?"

"Didn't expect you to have this perseverance—fine, I'll go fix a few dog nests in the afternoon, you help out."

Zhang Yanping wanted to slip his legs and lie down from the stool instantly.

Couldn't work, really couldn't work.

He stretched out his two hands, only to see two crystal-clear blisters on his fair palms.

"Tantan, look at me, I'm really not that kind of material! Let me go."

Song Tan indeed leaned closer and grabbed his wrist: "Mom, get a needle! Pop it for him!"

Zhang Yanping screamed instantly.

And while he was holding his broken skin and feeling sad, he heard Song Sancheng say: "Tantan, I looked at the chestnut forest on the back mountain and the vegetable garden next to it this morning, and found a good place. What kind of dog nest do you want to build?"

Song Tan thought: "Dogs, don't need to pick the house type, just make them sturdy—Dad, just make them sturdy. For example, Dawang, you have to lay some bricks and cement, and build a floor in the dog nest."

Song Sancheng thought: "Okay, I asked your grandfather, he said there are old blue bricks, just use them to pave the floor. Cement and red bricks, I'll see who in the village has them, and share some, just build them a nest."

"The old tiles from before are laid directly on top."

"Turn around and stuff some clothes and straw you don't want inside. Change it once a month, it's clean and warm."

After speaking, he couldn't help but be proud:

"The place I picked is good, shaded in summer and sunny in winter, guaranteed to be more comfortable than people!"

Qiao Qiao opened his eyes wide: "Can I sleep with Dawang?"

Sleeping with Dawang is no problem, this guy is shiny and smooth, served cleaner than people.

Besides, country children are sturdy, playing with bugs and mud when they were young, not so particular.

But the problem is—

"No, the blue brick floor is too cold, and the humidity is also high."

Wu Lan refused instantly.

Seeing Qiao Qiao's face collapse, Song Tan pointed to Sanbao, who was circling around several big dogs:

"Qiao Qiao, you only remember Dawang, the others are going to be sad. And these little treasures, they were picked up by you, don't you want to take good care of them?"

Qiao Qiao indeed fell into the emperor's state of mind—Dawang has a sense of security, but the remaining seven treasures are also cute in their own way. Who should he take care of first?

How should he take care of them so that other doggies won't be sad?

For a time, this complex problem occupied his young mind, and he couldn't care about anything else.

However, things weren't over yet.

Farming is like this, new work every day.

"Dad, contact the one who plows the land last time. Tomorrow, the piece of Chinese milk vetch that has bloomed at the very top must be plowed."

Song Sancheng was a bit embarrassed: "That piece of field, it's just a few hours of work for him to drive the machine over, it's not cost-effective to give a day's wages, five hundred! If you give less, people won't be interested in coming..."

After all, he has to ride a tricycle to transport the machine over.

Wu Lan glared at him: "You're really old and confused, Chinese milk vetch only needs rough plowing, but Tantan wants to plant vegetables in that field, it still needs to be plowed, finely plowed, a whole day, water-grinding work, it's enough."

Zhang Yanping was confused: "Is the machine very expensive? Can't you buy it yourself? Five hundred yuan for wages is too expensive!"

Song Sancheng shook his head: "Five hundred yuan covers labor, machine, and oil, no need for us to worry about anything, just say what kind of shape you want."

"Buying it yourself isn't expensive, but first, the thing often breaks, and we don't know how to fix it. Second, our family has so few people, now who has time to plow the land? Sitting on it and turning it in the field all day isn't an easy job."

Zhang Yanping instantly retreated: "Well invited, well invited!"

－－－－－－Author's Note－－－－－－

Tobacco leaves, that is, tobacco, I planted a few in front of the door when I was a child.

Planting a few privately is not illegal, but large-scale planting requires a license. With a license, you can even sell it at the market.

Today's efficiency is really low, it is highly probable that I cannot reach ten thousand words.

Then let's try three updates. The next update is at night.

That, I write slowly (because I need to check information), otherwise, why don't you gentlemen look at my good friend's?

Tanzi's "My Fairy is Sick"

Go spend money for her, save monthly tickets for me, and you can have another good book... kill three birds with one stone!

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