Song Tan Jishi

The two people waiting for the rice pressing pole in front couldn't help but look at the big bag in Qiao Qiao's hand - it was also strange. After decades of living in the countryside, it was the first time they saw a rice pressing pole carrying thirty or forty kilograms of rice.

so weird!

Take a secret photo of the bag!

Lao Zhou was walking around with his hands behind his back, and Xiao Qi was joining in the fun beside him. He was relaxing when he suddenly heard a voice: "Come on, come on -"

The next moment, there was a dull explosion in my ears——

"boom!"

At this moment, everyone turned around quickly with vigilance, their backs slowly gathered together, and their hands had already touched their waists...

And the laughter of a child came from the side:

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Okay! Okay!"

"Eat fried rice!"

"My mother said this is called rice flower in her place!"

“My grandma said it’s called popcorn!”

Looking closely, I saw a little old man with gray hair happily retracting the crowbar and taking out a black iron rotating bucket from a white cloth bag.

Then pour the contents of the bag into the plastic bag, and you will see small, swollen, snow-white, oval-shaped popcorn popsicles appearing in front of everyone.

The adults opened the mouth of the bag and let everyone grab it. The children quickly stretched out their hands and grabbed a handful, and the rice pops were about to leak out from the gaps between their little fingers.

When I turned to Lao Zhou's side, I saw that several young men had tense faces, but the old men in the back row were still cheerful and couldn't help but laugh:

"You don't see many young people, are you scared? Come on, come on, taste it! Taste it! You're welcome! How much is this rice worth? Only children like to join in the fun..."

As the other party spoke, he enthusiastically handed the bag over to this side. Xiao Qi looked embarrassed, but Lao Zhou calmly reached out and grabbed a handful, and asked while eating:

"Ouch! This rice is good, is it home-made?"

"Yes!" The other party also laughed: "My dad planted some at home. I heard there was a rice pole presser here today, so I brought some over... Hey!"

His eyes lit up, he stared at Lao Zhou's legs and asked, "Old man, where did you buy these pants?"

What followed was a series of words: "It's too cold to ride a motorcycle, so I just want to buy some leather cotton pants, and buy a pair for my dad... Did you buy them at our store?"

Ah this.

Ah this.

In his entire life, Lao Zhou had never thought that he would be envied by others because of a pair of 40 yuan lint pants. At this moment, he could only open his mouth:

"I don't know... I bought it for a kid, it was said to be 40 a piece..."

"It's so cheap!" The other party became annoyed: "Young people know how to pick things when shopping online. I didn't see anything suitable online before, so it would be troublesome to return it. This is different for you. You think the quality is good - you ride a motorcycle to protect yourself from the wind, right?"

Lao Zhou:......

Just, does it block the wind... The girl named Tian Tian was wearing this when riding her bike this morning. It should be able to block the wind, right?

While they were chatting, they saw Qiao Qiao running over. She became happy when she saw the black machine that was spinning in circles on the fire:

"Grandpa! I want to do this too—"

"Okay!" The little old man with gray hair said cheerfully: "Rice or corn? Wheat is fine too! The corn is round, big and delicious!"

The corn popcorn that comes out of this home-made method is not the flower-shaped one in the movie theater. Instead, it is slightly rounded, milky white mushroom-like, with light reddish-brown irregular spots on it. One by one, it is very cute.

Wheat and rice have different shapes.

But……

Qiaoqiao was worried: "The rice we brought today is all for rice stalks, and we didn't bring any corn..."

He turned his head and shouted when something happened——

"Sister! Sister!"

Song Tan came over: "What's wrong?"

"I want to eat this, it's different from what I make."

The popcorn I pop in the pot is the kind of flowering popcorn, which is delicious, but...

It’s just different!

Qiao Qiao looked at Song Tan pitifully.

What's the big deal? Just eat it if you want!

It was about to be the Chinese New Year, and Song Tan was quite fond of these snacks. However, this popcorn machine was too inefficient. It took a long time to hear a popping sound, unlike the rice pole machine that could continuously produce results.

After thinking about it, she simply asked: "Old man, do you have time tomorrow? If you have time, come to Yunqiao Village, the old Song family in Yunqiao Village, and pay 150 yuan for a meal, and you can cook for a day, okay?" "

The elderly people in the village still like to eat this, and they can bite it easily. I guess they will all come and do it together by then, so we might as well make it a day.

150?

Why doesn't that work?

Not many people eat this now, so everyone just makes a little to try it out, and it’s fun to go to the market, but you can’t earn even 100. The little old man was very happy: "Okay, okay! I'll go early tomorrow morning! I have a car!"

"You write another phone call!" He took out a small notebook and pen from his pocket.

Lao Zhou and Xiao Qi listened silently and took another look at the old man's car——

Well, the maroon red tricycle is the same style as the sapphire blue tricycle next to it.

However, Lao Zhu came over at some point, grabbed a handful of popcorn from Lao Zhou's hand, held it in his mouth and waited for it to melt, while enjoying the faint sweetness of the rice, he sighed:

“It’s still lively in the countryside!”

Party Secretary Xiao Zhu also came over, took out two pills from her grandfather's hand, and couldn't help but say:

"Actually, the city isn't bad either. I'll take you to the wholesale market and shopping malls during the Chinese New Year. There are so many people there that even those selling New Year's goods can't squeeze in!"

Lao Zhu glared at her: "I won't buy it! Why are you going to the supermarket or the wholesale market? You are looking for trouble! I haven't told you yet. The rice in this store is so delicious, why didn't you make any move before?"

Xiaozhu Party Secretary:...

Ah! Smelly old man, it’s good to have something to eat, and you have to choose?

And here, the rice pole presser finally finished pressing the rice poles of the two previous customers. Looking at the people who had moved to chat, he quickly shouted: "It's your turn! It's time to press the rice poles!"

As he spoke, he glanced at Song Tan: "Look, why don't you ask me to come to your house to work for a day? I don't want more. You can take care of a meal for two people. Can't I just give you 200?"

He makes more money than the old man who makes popcorn, but he has to have a big gathering during the New Year and usually wanders around the countryside. How can he earn so much?

However, you can walk around at the entrance of remote residential areas in the city, and sometimes you can do some business...

But Song Tan laughed: "I'm taking people shopping along the way... Come on, come on, you do it, and I won't let you suffer! I'll attract a lot of people to you later!"

The couple who are pressing the rice pole:...

Forget it, I don’t understand, just keep making rice poles.

Rice, corn grits, and white sugar are mixed and put in from the hopper of the machine. With the roar of a tractor, slowly, a rich rice fragrance spreads...

At this moment, Qiaoqiao squeezed through the gradually surging crowd, and then raised her mobile phone:

"Sister! I haven't broadcast live for a long time. I want to teach the children this today-"

Update one, good afternoon. Thank you Wang Yihan for the reward.