Chapter 929

Wu Lan is very willing to inquire about things related to the villagers. However, the timing she chose was wrong, just at the dinner table—

In the past, most things could be negotiated at the dinner table.

But now...

Just watching Grandma Tang hold chopsticks and pick up a piece of fish and put it in the bowl, and then quickly pick up a piece of fermented bean curd... After all the dishes on the table were finished, she slowed down her posture slightly.

——Dislike.

Nothing else, it's just that the few who came to interview had no table manners, and they were wolfing down their food! The reason why there were still leftovers on the table was that everyone's stomachs were quite small, not because they didn't eat fiercely.

Therefore, Wu Lan's question went around in her mind, and after chewing the rice in her mouth for two bites, her thoughts soon swallowed into her stomach along with the rice grains.

Song Tan couldn't help laughing: "Don't worry, when they stroll in the yard to digest later, Mom, you can ask again."

However, nothing was asked in the end.

When asked again, Reporter Yu sighed: "I can't talk about it, it's not appropriate to talk too much."

Wu Lan:...

Why didn't you say it when you were eating? You made me look forward to it for so long in vain.

However, people didn't say they wouldn't say it, and she had no choice. At this moment, she had to put this matter aside first, and put two sacks and two baskets on the tricycle:

"Do you want to pick cabbage and radish yourselves?"

Pulling radishes!

Yu Yan and the assistant were very energetic: "Yes, yes, yes!"

Wu Lan shouted: "Tan Tan, will you take them up the mountain?"

Song Tan responded, and then shouted loudly: "Song Qiao Song Qiao, you take them up the mountain."

Song Qiao Song Qiao responded happily!

And in the yard, Wu Lan shook her head helplessly: "The lazy one points to the lazy one..."

Song Tan didn't take it to heart: "Song Qiao Song Qiao just likes to do these things."

He has a strong interest in all outdoor activities, not to mention that Da Wang has recently loved eating radishes, and he has to pull one up the mountain every day. Song Tan is pretending not to know!

And here, Song Qiao Song Qiao greeted everyone happily, and actively put the baskets and sacks that Wu Lan originally put on the jujube red tricycle onto his own big flower.

Poor big flower's size is a circle smaller than the jujube red tricycle. Now, greeting four people carrying camera tripods and equipment to squeeze in, they were squeezed by the baskets that occupied a small half of the territory, and they couldn't stretch their legs.

The car started, and when the cold wind blew again, several people subconsciously covered their cheeks and foreheads—it was chilling to the heart!

But when they arrived at the mountain and saw the lush vegetable field in front of them, everyone's emotions were mobilized again. Yu Yan stepped into the radish field with slightly dry soil wearing boots, looking at this piece of green radish, and then looking at the red radish in the distance, couldn't help but struggle—

"Which color radish is delicious?"

Song Qiao Song Qiao said "Ah", puzzled: "They are all delicious!"

"The radish stewed with meat at noon today uses green radish, and the pickled radish that Reporter Sister ate two of is red radish. Whichever you think is delicious is delicious."

Yu Yan:... It's precisely because I know they are all delicious that it's even harder to choose!

She simply used the averaging method: "Then half of each green and red radish!"

Then looking at the Chinese cabbage, small cabbage, black and white cabbage, yellow heart cabbage, lettuce... in front, she fell into pain again.

In the end, it was the omnipotent Song Qiao Song Qiao who helped her come up with an idea: "Lettuce should be eaten fresh. Our lettuce is big. Sister, you take 8 heads, and your family can eat two meals."

"Small cabbage should be put in the separate fruit and vegetable preservation layer of the refrigerator, which can keep it fresh for a week—if you eat four heads a day, you need 20 heads—by the way, Sister, can your refrigerator fit it?"

"Do you want me to use tape to bundle them up?"

Yu Yan originally wanted to say no need to bundle, just carry it with a bag. But seeing that Song Qiao Song Qiao had already plucked several heads without any effort, and then looking at the state of their vigorously stretching leaves...

In the end, she could only sigh: "Let's bundle it."

"Okay." Song Qiao Song Qiao agreed very readily: "I'll bundle it when I go back."

"The black and white cabbage after frost is especially fragrant and sweet. It's delicious to stew tofu with a little lard, but they are very big. Sister, I'll pack five heads for you."

Why is the black and white cabbage after frost? Can't it be eaten when it grows up?

Yu Yan didn't understand, but looking at Song Qiao Song Qiao's expectant eyes, she still nodded involuntarily.

"And yellow heart cabbage, tender yellow heart cabbage stewed dishes are also very, very delicious! I love eating this the most—is ten heads okay?"

Okay, okay, okay! Yu Yan only cared about nodding. If it weren't for Song Qiao Song Qiao's movements being too nimble, she would have wanted to say let her do it herself...

And next is cabbage.

Song Qiao Song Qiao looked like he understood very well: "Sister, are you giving away cabbage because you want so many green vegetables? Our family's cabbage is good. Sister said that when winter comes, let the aunt, uncle, and aunt bring some back!"

"This is especially durable. If you can't finish it, you can also pickle spicy cabbage and sour cabbage... The rest will be packed with cabbage. Our family's cabbage is solid and especially heavy."

He said, and cut down a head neatly.

The leaves of this Chinese cabbage were dancing, layer upon layer, and one head occupied a large space.

And after Song Qiao Song Qiao cut them down, he had to cut another knife along the root, and peel off all the unsightly old leaves on the outer layer, before he could reveal the Chinese cabbage with tightly wrapped, jade-like stems and tender green leaves inside.

He handed the clean Chinese cabbage over, Yu Yan took it with both hands, and her arms sank instantly.

She couldn't help but ponder—this one is so heavy, won't the remaining tens of catties be just a few heads? Should I buy some more?

Just as she was hesitating, she heard the cameraman sigh: "Good heavens! Twenty-one catties... I am really rich now. I dare to eat and buy such cabbage..."

Hiss!

Yu Yan gasped. Buying rice and vegetables with two thousand yuan is enough for their family to eat for a month or two. She is really floating, and she dares to spend so much money!

And after Song Qiao Song Qiao skillfully cut two heads of cabbage, he suddenly raised his head and looked at them puzzled again:

"Didn't you want to come up the mountain to pull radishes yourselves? Why am I the only one working now!"

If any adult seller said this, everyone might have some opinions, but the one speaking is the innocent and simple Song Qiao Song Qiao...

Everyone's old faces turned red, and they hurriedly stepped into the radish field carefully, pointing at the radishes of all sizes, straight or slightly curved, inside, and being picky about the uniformity of their color distribution, and finally twisted and pulled a radish out—

Hey!

Yu Yan hugged the radish and rejoiced: "This is quite simple!"

"Yes!" Song Qiao Song Qiao looked at her: "The soil quality in this place where radishes are planted is rougher, and most of the radish roots are exposed, so they must be easy to pull."

He watched Yu Yan happily put the radishes that didn't have much mud into the basket, and asked curiously:

"Reporter, Sister, do you want to weigh the radish leaves together later, or just the radish?"

Ah?

Yu Yan was stunned.