Song Tan Jishi

v1 Chapter 564: 564 Tan Tan Promising

  Cut the emerald green leeks into sections and put them in a pot, and cut the green shallots into sections, leaving only the white of the scallions and chopping them into pieces.

   "Crack! Crack! Crack!

   Slap the knife on the cutting board three times to smash the white garlic cloves and yellow and tender ginger. The Seventh Cousin held a large kitchen knife, and skillfully followed it a few more times quickly, cutting all of them into fine pieces.

  Wait until the oil in the pan is hot—

   "Stab!"

  Put the shrimp directly into the pot without cutting off the head and tail, and then quickly turn into a fragrant orange-red color. Stir-fry twice casually, and the whole pot of shrimp has changed color.

  Put it out, wash the pot and heat the oil, then put in the minced green onion, **** and garlic and stir-fry until fragrant. The leeks are broken, and a few scallions are added, sprinkle some salt, and add a little bit of sugar to enhance the taste...

   "Suck!"

  Old Zhao stood at the door of the kitchen, refusing to leave for life or death!

   "Let me eat a bowl! Eat a bowl before leaving! I will eat a bowl!"

   "I can't do it! I can't do it! The customer has urged me many times, and I won't be able to hold on if I go back later, hurry up—"

   "You go back first, I'll wait for the next trip... Eldest nephew, this place is so fragrant, why do you have no nose? Why can you say such cold words!"

  The eldest nephew thought that Aunt Wulan said that I worked hard, so I made a big bowl for it alone...

   Cough, of course, this cannot be known to Lao Zhao.

  He then put a lot of effort under his hands: "Let's go, there is no next car, this is the last car! Besides, you haven't eaten enough water chestnuts yet?"

  Others were working in the pond, and the eldest nephew kept humming. Only Lao Zhao was fishing for water chestnut vines by the water, looking at one and feeling a few, touching a few and eating a few. After a whole morning, his mouth was white from eating water chestnut rice!

  That’s all for now, how dare you stay at noon?

  Old Zhao's belly is round!

   After dragging and tugging, the young man stretched his muscles and abruptly put Old Zhao An in the co-pilot.

  Wait until the car started, Ulan also heaved a sigh of relief:

   "This old Zhao, if we really want to stay, we don't care about food. Is he doing the same thing as life and death?"

  Song Tan just came back from the mountain with a basket of watermelons, and he was happy when he heard the words: "He just looks like that, he is a little different from my eldest niece!"

  Speaking of Zhao Fangyuan—

   "She said that my grandfather's house is simple, and the picture is ready, let's take a look at it. The construction team said that construction can start at the end of September."

   "The factory building on the mountain is waiting for us to take care of it. She will come over and lay the foundation first. It will be September, and it will almost be arranged."

   Ouch, isn't that just right?

  The fish is gone, the vegetables are gone, and the watermelon is not available for sale.

  Pigs haven’t grown up, chickens and ducks are laying eggs, but it’s enough for consumption and storage at home.

  The corn in the field can be harvested again, but it only takes one morning for the one or two acres of land.

   There are also some mung beans and sesame seeds, and it will not be too late to harvest in October.

   This is the chestnut. It must be ripe by the end of September, but when the time comes to build a house, they don't need to do anything, it doesn't affect it!

  Ulan calculated the time: the weather is hot at the end of July, and working in the open air during the dog days next month will be even more unbearable.

  Wait until September, although the high temperature is still over 30 degrees, but the temperature difference between day and night, autumn is here, and when the house is built, it will not affect their farming...

   "Okay, okay! After eating, I will show the paintings to your grandfather. After all, I think the old couple can live for another ten or twenty years, so they have to choose carefully."

  After all, the old couple are hardworking and in good health. They are usually very healthy, and this year they are even more energetic.

   Ulan thought so, it was not an exaggeration at all.

  Besides, when Zhao Fangyuan produces drawings, there are always renderings and construction drawings.

  They may not understand the construction drawings, but the renderings are made by computer, with red walls and green tiles, not to mention how beautiful they are. When the old couple look at it to imagine the new house, it must be right!

   Now, their family is going to entertain the folks at noon!

  …

  Actually, there are not many customers, just Zhou Maozhu, and three fellow villagers who help fishing. They are all about the same age as Song Sancheng.

   Otherwise, at their age, if they go out to work as small workers, they will always have one or two hundred, two or three hundred a day—

   "I'm getting older, and the bosses don't want it! Now there's less work on the construction site."

   "Yes, and go outside to talk to the boss, the boss of the big project has his own team, the small one, he delays the salary..."

  Song Sancheng paused while pouring tea: "Didn't you hear that the bosses have to put a sum of money on the government for migrant workers to work now, so they are afraid of not paying wages?"

   "That's a big project!"

  Song Tan from the same village shouted at Uncle Chen and stretched out five fingers: "I did it the year before last, and I ran so far, on the plateau! I felt dizzy when I tried hard."

   "The boss brought hundreds of people, but they didn't pay wages after the work was done, and we didn't get paid. We waited at minus degrees every day, and it was remote, and we couldn't even buy instant noodles..."

   "Finally, when I asked the government there, it was considered that I had paid my wages. Well, in fact, the boss is also unlucky. If the people at the top don't give him money, he will suffer."

   "But there is no way, we can't bear it anymore. Besides, this kind of big job, the salary is not high, less than 8,000 yuan a month..."

  Song Sancheng sighed when he heard this: "Fortunately, I finally got the money—come, come, drink tea, and let you **** tea!"

  The hot tea has just been brewed, and everyone is immersed in a trace of worry. No one moves, but sighs: "After such a toss, it will be difficult to find a job in the past two years."

  Song Sancheng moved his mouth, wanting to say that according to Tan Tan's plan, many people will have to work in the second half of the year.

   But in the end he didn't say anything, he just raised the teacup again:

   "Thanks to your help these two days, come and **** tea!"

   With such a reminder, everyone can smell the aroma!

  Song Sancheng is sincere in hospitality, and what he takes is good tea. No one in your family has a few acres of tea gardens, so you know very well about tea, especially local tea!

   "Hey! Thirty percent, your tea seems to have been cultivated with a lot of money. It's so fragrant!"

   "Are you afraid that you have really invested millions? Is this Tan Tan's idea? How is this kid so promising!"

   So I thought he was bragging!

  There is no big move in the tea garden, so why invest millions? What kind of family do they have, who doesn't know who in the village? Where did the millions come from?

   It is estimated that Yutang Taoyuan invested more than 100,000 to 200,000 yuan!

   But smell the fragrance now—

   "Old Song, is your investment of several million dollars a bank loan? Is the interest rate particularly high?"

   "You have borrowed so much money, can't you count the low agricultural interest rate for you?"

   "Then I guess the interest is a lot. My son bought the house with a loan of 300,000, and the interest for 30 years is 310,000!"

   "Thirty percent, our own people can drink tea leaves. You should sell such good tea as soon as possible. We don't pay attention to these things."

   "Exactly! But you are blessed! Look at Tan Tan, who is capable of getting such a big loan, which is very profitable!"

  Holding a teacup, Song Sancheng was at a loss: ...I haven't said a word yet!

  I went to read the information before I wrote it last night, and the expansion was so interesting that I read it for three hours at a stretch!

   sin sin...

   Part-time work is real. My dad went to Qinghai to dig roads last year, 7500 a month. As a result, the epidemic was closed for more than half a month, and a group of people slept in a tin shed at a few degrees below zero until they couldn't bear it, and they were not allowed to go back there...

   Finally, after more than a month of suffering, the government specially wrote a note (really write a note, take the note and get on the bus) and arrange for all of them (hundreds of migrant workers) to enter the station before they can come back.