Song Tan Jishi

Faced with Boss Qian's all-out cards, Song Tan on the opposite side didn't cherish it, and just dismissed him casually: "No, I told you earlier, the production of watermelons can't keep up, and the transportation is far away, and there are gaps in the road. risk, sell it in the local market.”

"You should take a look at Tao first."

Peach? With watermelon in hand, who remembers peach?

Boss Wang was showing off while thinking, and the few remaining brain cells were quickly washed away by the watermelon juice. The two elders were holding watermelons, piece by piece, snoring, their faces were covered with flowers.

In the dilapidated stainless steel basin in front of him, a layer of melon rinds quickly piled up.

On the contrary, Song Tan and the others seem to be more refined now because they eat it every day.

20 catties of watermelon, everyone's stomach is full, and they don't want to eat much.

Boss Qian and Boss Wang didn't stop the brakes either, and their stomachs bulged before dinner was served.

Only the Seventh Cousin was old and able to restrain himself, and asked now: "Do you still want to eat?"

Boss Wang waved his hand, originally wanting to say no to eating, but saw that Boss Qian was as hungry as if he hadn’t eaten for 800 years, and said in a repeated voice:

"Eat, eat, eat!"

In the dark, no one could notice that Qi Cousin glanced at Song Tan—this girl is a ghost!

When cooking, you have to do a little, and you are not asked to do more when cooking, so you can use watermelon to prevaricate people, right?

then--

In the dark night of the power outage, a flashlight stood in the center of the dining table, illuminating the white latex paint above the head and the surrounding walls, reflecting a hazy light.

Seeing the twilight, everyone was snoring for a while. Boss Wang was eating because his belt was loose and loose. In the end, he had to sit there with his neck slightly raised, and then reluctantly put down his chopsticks.

"I'm full, I'm full..."

And Song Tan also asked enthusiastically: "Want to see Tao?"

"Don't look at it, don't look at it..."

Boss Qian really didn't have that strength anymore.

He originally arranged for the driver to come over to transport peaches at night, but he didn't expect that the live broadcast would sell so many peaches. There was not much stock here, so he had to come back tomorrow.

At this moment, the two elders could only look at Song Tan eagerly: "Look... Arrange a place for us to live in?"

Song Tan thought for a while: "There are two empty rooms in my side room. If you don't mind, my grandfather's house still has a few old beds. Pull them over for you, and you can sleep on two layers of mattresses."

"All right, all right!"

Boss Qian is not that cute young master: "What kind of mattress do you want! Just a bed board. This old waist is suitable for a hard board bed. If it's really not good, you can get two straw mats to spread on the floor."

Then he looked at the dark night sky: "There is no air conditioner at night, and it's comfortable to lie on the ground!"

Yes, there is no air conditioning at night.

Song Tan reacted immediately, and then became very enthusiastic:

"That's fine, brother Yanping, you take the straw mats that Grandpa just wove today and make two new ones, and put them on for the two bosses to sleep on!"

"okay!"

Zhang Yanping responded quickly!

Only at night when there is no air-conditioning can the straw mat be shown!

I hope that the two bosses can be more sensible and discover things as soon as possible.

...

Early the next morning, the mountain became lively.

The villagers contacted by Ulan have all gone up the mountain last night - picking peaches is not so tiring, and there are no technical requirements, 200 a day, why can't it work? Even the two seedling transplanters couldn't wait to go up the mountain with their baskets after a rest overnight.

Although the melons and vines on the ground really affect the efficiency, they don't count wages, but God!

Everyone was chatting lively, and they were picking at hand, and the whole mountain village seemed to be bustling again.

Party secretary Xiao Zhu is going to the city today. Before leaving, he took a look and couldn't help sighing, "Tell me, if peaches are planted on the remaining two or three hundred acres of mountains next year, our village will be so lively!"

Song Tan waved his hands again and again: "That's not acceptable. I don't just make money."

There are too few varieties that can be eaten at home, so we need to develop more new flavors first.

The branch secretary Xiao Zhu never expected that someone would spend huge sums of money to cover so many hills, and the first thing she wanted was to improve the taste of the regular meals at home, and she just thought she had other plans...

Therefore, he encouraged instead: "Variety is better! The ability to resist risks is also strong, and the labor force should be dispersed as much as possible, so as not to be in a hurry all the time. Come on! Strive for balance throughout the year!"

After Xiao Zhu left, Boss Qian and Boss Wang went up the mountain in good spirits.

Although they couldn't take a full bath last night because of the power outage, the two of them simply wiped their bodies and lay down on the green straw mat. How should I say it?

It's like sleeping on the green grass in spring, with the soft wind blowing slightly, the breath of green grass wrapping the whole body, and the whole person seems to have returned to a carefree teenager.

Wake up in the morning and look at the blue color of the straw mat...

What else is there to say?

Boss Wang is much more domineering than Boss Qian: "Just this straw mat! Roll it up for me, I'm going to take it back to sleep today!"

On the contrary, Boss Qian had a plan in mind: "No hurry, no hurry, I still have to watch the goods here—Old Wang, when the time comes, you follow the car first."

Boss Wang was surprised: "Why do I hear what you mean, it seems that I have already rented out the garden?"

Boss Qian grinned, "Did the watermelon taste good yesterday?"

of course?

"tasty!"

"Let me tell you, peaches are as delicious as watermelons! Let's go up the mountain."

No, the two of them went up the mountain, and Boss Wang's eyes were still glued to the big watermelon in the field. Whenever anyone stepped on a melon leaf while picking peaches, he would tremble with distress.

Then I walked around the mountain again, looking at the scattered watermelons, I couldn't help showing heartache in my eyes:

"Just this kind of melon, if you sell it locally, the price can't be raised. Don't you think it's a waste?"

"good."

Song Tan's requirements are not so high: "Look at the peach grove, the lighting is not so good, this is not a sandy land, and the taste of the watermelon has not reached its best yet. Let's just sell it casually this year."

Anyway, that's all.

And Boss Qian had already picked the peaches, and planned to rub them on his clothes—oh, the power went out yesterday, and the clothes were still the same.

Forget it, blame Mai Tai.

He turned his head to look for it, and found a bright red bucket by the side of the garden, and quickly put the peaches in it to wash.

Then as soon as he raised his head, the king squatted beside the bucket, looking at him with piercing eyes.

Such a big dog - Boss Qian must have been a little nervous, but he was not so scared when he remembered how the dog ate peaches yesterday.

Instead, he joked: "Your Majesty, don't you want to eat peaches today? Wait, if there is any damage, I will give you one!"

But after he finished speaking, he saw that the king was still staring at him, and couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed.

Simply hand the peach to Boss Wang, and ask him after he bites it off, "How is it? Is the peach delicious?"

Boss Wang chewed silently, his expression became solemn.

The next moment, the two stepped aside resolutely and discussed in detail.

But Song Tan came over and patted the king's head distressedly: "Hey, good king, they didn't use the water you drink to wash peaches on purpose... Oh, it's all peach hair, I'll give it to you later You change a barrel!"

Flying fireflies are not scary, what is scary are those flying fireflies lying on their stomachs...you don't want to know. The question is that I have caught...

First day of April! It's an update during the day! Today I sacrifice my good sister Erqian——

"The Little Chef of the Imperial College"

She is a tentacle monster! ! It's outrageous to put it on the tenth update... Let's kill this one to cheer everyone up for the festival!