Song Tan Jishi

Xiao Zhu, the party secretary, quickly gave everyone a look, and the group of people cheered and got into the car again.

Before the car started, she got out of the car again and took the pickled radish from Qiaoqiao's hand: "Qiaoqiao, can you help us get a pot of pickled cabbage first? I will bring my grandpa and brothers here after I change clothes. eat."

"Okay!" Qiao Qiao nodded: "Brothers, do you have a big appetite? Can I use the big stainless steel basin?"

My family has marinated several large tanks of vegetables this year, and there is no shortage of them.

Secretary Zhu Zhu took a bite of the crispy yet soft pickled radish and made a difficult decision: "It's not necessary... I have to eat tonight!"

And when she got into the car with half of the pickled radish, Lao Zhu beside her immediately stretched out his hand: "It smells really good! Give me a taste."

"Wait a minute..." Party Secretary Xiao Zhu turned his head and stuffed the radish into his mouth in two mouthfuls, and said vaguely: "Wait a minute, I'll change my clothes and I'll have this radish! I've already bitten this radish!"

Lao Zhu stared at her bulging cheeks, drooling, and finally sat back in frustration.

Zhu Jun hummed at him while chewing: "You are still angry, but I am not even angry yet! I am such a big living person standing on the roadside, and you don't even recognize me... Am I still your biological granddaughter?"

Lao Zhu quickly dumped the blame: "Xiao Du drove too fast, I didn't see him."

There were no rearview mirrors in the car, so Xiao Du couldn't see the expressions of the two people in the back seat, but just from the sound he could tell that the atmosphere was relaxed, and it was rare to be happy at this moment:

"Junjun, you are really different from before."

Xiao Du has been with his grandfather for many years, and Zhu Jun is also familiar with him. At this moment, he said proudly: "That's right! It doesn't matter what I eat every day - by the way, Xiao Du, have you hidden the wine before?" ?”

Lao Zhu beside her let out a loud sigh.

Xiao Du smiled bitterly: "How long can such good wine be stored? The old man can't wait to rummage through the house... He drank it in two months."

When talking about this, Lao Zhu was still angry: "It's a shame that I finished drinking it! Just put such a good wine in a mineral water bottle. Isn't this just a waste? Besides, I drank just one kilogram of wine for two months." , my life is worse than it was in the 1960s."

Secretary Zhu Zhu finally swallowed all the radish. The unique sour taste of pickles was still in his mouth. After careful reflection, he wanted to eat it again.

She quickly said: "That wine is now called a good one! Song Tan said it was stored in their cellar, and a jar was opened for everyone to drink on the day of the pig killing feast."

"Because I've been hiding it for a long time, I don't have the energy to rush forward, so I won't fall down directly when I drink it this time."

When Lao Zhu heard this, his eyes lit up:

"Xiaojun, you said we brought a lot of things here this time. Can we exchange for a few more kilograms of wine when we leave?"

Zhu Jun sighed: "Grandpa, why don't you think about whether you can exchange for a few more kilograms of meat when you leave?"

"If that doesn't work, I'll just pack two sacks of radishes."

After saying that, she climbed into the front seat and said, "Brother Du, I won't give you any other instructions, but on the day of the pig slaughtering feast, you can help me pull some pig legs or something. Maybe we can get a little more than others."

Killing pigs is quite new to Xiao Du. At this moment, he nodded: "Don't worry. We will all go and help."

"Oh!" Party Secretary Xiao Zhu glared at him: "Why don't you understand? You must perform better than them! Otherwise, you won't be able to show off to us!"

Lao Zhu also nodded: "Yes, yes! This is a good place discovered by my sweet granddaughter, but we can't let those few take advantage. Xiao Du, you kill the pig well."

Xiao Du, who doesn't know how to kill pigs:...

Xiao Zhu, the branch secretary, flipped through the leather cotton pants he had piled aside: "There are five pairs in total... Little Brother Du, do you have any thick clothes?"

"Yes." Xiao Du has always done things reliably: "There are two suitcases in the trunk, including my and the old man's belongings, including long johns, warm pants, and fleece pants."

"I also brought some lightweight sweatpants. I can just wear these. I'm not afraid of the cold, and they're too thick and inconvenient."

"That's okay." Party Secretary Xiao Zhu waved his hand: "Grandpa works in the mountains and in the fields. Those clothes are difficult to wash, so just wear leather cotton pants."

Lao Zhu and the others didn't have much idea about the clothes, so they nodded casually: "We borrowed these clothes, do they still have them? Or how much can you give me, Xiaojun?"

Party Secretary Xiao Zhu shook his head: "What should I give you? 40 yuan a piece. If you give it to me, my aunt will fall in love."

"Song Tan has brought back dozens of them and is going to give them to the elderly in the village during the Chinese New Year. I don't miss these few... I'll wash them after you leave at most."

Lao Zhu nodded when he heard this: "Send it to the elderly in the village? Not bad, not bad."

While looking at her again: "You have done a good job in keeping secrets. I don't think they have thought about our identities."

Before leaving, I looked for a few cars with low-profile license plates. It was a good idea.

Party Secretary Xiao Zhu sighed: "My uncles and aunts of the Song family are ordinary people. Who among ordinary people would think that our family is in the mountains? You are just here to play."

"Little Brother Du, don't be nervous, it's really peaceful here."

"Yes." Xiao Du nodded: "It is true that the mountain villages here have not been developed yet, but the air quality is good, and the old man doesn't have to breathe much here."

As people get older, they always have some problems. Lao Zhu's body is not in great shape, otherwise he wouldn't be able to go up the mountain.

He does have a bit of trouble breathing in the city, and even installing fresh air at home is not enough.

But now that the car was going up the mountain, he was also pleasantly surprised: "Indeed, when I got off the car just now, the air was cold. But my chest felt bright and comfortable."

No one here would have guessed that the springs that were filled with spiritual energy every now and then, and the gurgling water in the ditches were filled with the rare spiritual energy. They just thought it was because the air in the mountains was good, and the journey of thousands of miles was not in vain.

For a time, everyone's mood improved.

When we got off the bus, the first thing we saw was not the ordinary building in front of us, but the large green stretch not far away.

"What are you growing in this field?"

Lao Li got out of the car, took a deep breath, and then looked into the distance.

Party Secretary Xiao Zhu looked at it and said: "There should be rushes planted in early winter in the corner. Their family took the old men and women from the village to weave straw mats. Song Tan's grandparents made a lot of money this year."

"Further on the edge is wheat."

"As for these on the mountain, they are all kinds of vegetables."

Having said this, she also became proud. At this moment, she quietly sent a message to Song Tan. When she saw the reply, she pretended to sigh again:

"Song Tan went to the imperial capital for a few days before. The food at home was half-cooked and he couldn't even eat green radish for two days."

I have to say, it’s so delicious!

But Party Secretary Xiao Zhu seemed dissatisfied when he said it, and asked everyone by the way:

"After you change your clothes and shoes, I'll take you to the fields to pull radishes. Dinner hasn't arrived yet, so everyone should fill their bellies first."