Song Tan Jishi

The atmosphere was somewhat silent for a moment.

Song Tan's eyes were so focused that Lu Chuan paused and had to hand over the phone silently:

"I have grown flowers inside. The extreme climate in the imperial capital is not much different from here. You can see which ones you like, and I will think about how to match them."

Song Tan nodded and was about to click on the picture when he heard a car horn honking outside.

When he looked up, he saw that it was Lao Zhao's eldest nephew!

She put the phone back into Lu Chuan's hand, and then called Qiao Qiao:

"Qiaoqiao, go collect the vegetables!"

At the same time, he also explained to his eldest nephew: "I will probably have to go to three houses today. We will drive in front to lead the way later. You can just follow."

After a while——

Qiao Qiao wore a furry hat and shook her head on the bicycle, while Song Tan, Lu Chuan and Qin Yun, together with He Gu, huddled aggrievedly into the colorful macaron-colored tricycle.

Because there was a fluffy cloud above our heads, everyone looked very reserved while squatting in the truck compartment.

This was the first time Qin Yun had sat on a three-wheeler like this. He took out his phone and started taking pictures. He also specially gave Lu Chuan several close-ups:

"Chuan'er, you have today too! It's sunny and snowy every day, why should you shrink the tricycle?"

"Fuck!"

He stared at his phone, his expression gradually becoming depressed: "Everyone is riding a three-wheeler, why can you still capture the atmosphere!"

"what? What?"

Song Tan leaned over curiously, and saw Lu Chuan looking directly at the camera on Qin Yun's cell phone, with a hint of nonchalance in his light brown pupils.

His milky white half-turtleneck sweater also caught the eye, but the background was a group of soft clouds, and behind it was the gentle rainbow railing of macarons.

Romantic and pure childish colors, paired with his careless gaze, the two styles blend into one, intertwining to create an extraordinarily moving feeling.

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What’s more, I couldn’t help but sigh: “Why do some people look like they’re in a magazine when they just take pictures!”

Song Tan looked at Qin Yun in surprise: "I didn't realize it, but your photography skills are so good! You will kill the pig tomorrow, can you take some photos of the atmosphere?"

Qin Yun:......

He scrolled down the photo album and finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw all kinds of outrageous photos in it that were scolded by his wife.

“I thought I had evolved, but I didn’t expect that I would still be the same person—my photography skills are terrible.”

What's more, he was depressed: "Taking pictures is useless if you are strong. Turning decay into magic is your real skill, okay?"

The next moment, I saw a QR code handed over to me.

Song Tan looked at him with a smile: "This photo is very good. Add me as a friend and send it to me!"

It’s so beautiful!

Good looks, good temperament, good aesthetics, good hobbies... Song Tan thought to himself, if the people in the village want to introduce a partner, they won't look for those who cut the rice.

Just follow this standard!

Qin Yun:......

Looking at Lu Chuan again, he was sitting upright, but his expression was a little helpless.

He Fu, who watched silently, said: ...I don't know why, even though the open-top tricycle was blowing cool air into his stomach, the atmosphere between them seemed to be getting hotter for no reason.

The tricycle stopped quickly.

After the road was built, the whole village became much smoother. Even though the truck driven by the eldest nephew could not stop accurately at the edge of the vegetable field, the distance was not too far, which was really much more convenient.

Song Tan looked at the closed yard in front of her: "Grandma Wang, are you at home? I brought someone to collect the cabbage."

As soon as he finished speaking, a middle-aged man walked out of the main room. He was dark and thin, but his facial features were so familiar that Qiao Qiao stared at them blankly for a while before remembering:

"Uncle Wu, why are you thinner than Xia Tian?"

Qiaoqiao asked curiously: "Mom said you went to work in other places...Aren't you going to work now? Is the place far away?"

Small problems came one after another. Looking at Qiao Qiao, who seemed to have changed little before he left, but seemed to be much more agile, the middle-aged man smiled:

"What's wrong, Song Tan? Do you have a problem with my mother? She's lighting a fire in the back room. She might be hard of hearing."

Song Tan thought that Uncle Wu was not so skinny when he was helping in the fields.

At this moment, he quickly said: "Uncle, since you are back, you must come and help when killing the pig tomorrow."

In fact, there are many people helping now, but the villagers always like to say that it is a treat, and Song Tan has learned this now.

On the contrary, Uncle Wu was happy: "Okay, okay! I must go!"

Song Tan had already entered the house: "Grandma Wang, are you feeling better? Have you tasted the radish and cabbage grown from the seedlings I brought from my house before? Are they delicious?"

"No!" Grandma Wang, who finally heard the noise, turned around and smiled happily when she saw Song Tan: "I haven't eaten. The vegetable field over there is a bit far away. I haven't been there for several days."

"That's just right!" Song Tan sent his eldest nephew over: "This is the boss I found in the city. They specialize in selling high-quality vegetables. The radish and cabbage grown by my seedlings this year are of very good quality. Uncle Wu, do you want If you have time, take him over to try it out, and if it’s a good match, these dishes can be sold.”

Uncle Wu was a little surprised.

"Tan Tan, don't waste your favors on this. We're from a remote country. There's no need to come here to buy radishes and cabbage."

Moreover, he and his wife went out to work in the second half of the year, and his mother was deaf and not in good health. Therefore, their vegetable plot was only as big as a palm, and the radish and cabbage combined would probably not make up two thousand kilograms...

Isn't it just a fool's errand to bring someone here specially?

When the wet market stalls are closed, you can buy a bunch of them for ten yuan.

Song Tan stretched out his hand and said, "Five yuan a pound."

These words are simply a killer move.

The next moment, Uncle Wu, who had been reluctant just now, was shocked. A pair of eyes fell on the eldest nephew like a searchlight, and then he smiled earnestly:

"Okay, okay, what's your name, boss? I'm going to take you to see the vegetables now - to tell you the truth, my mother takes care of the vegetable patch! The vegetables at our house usually grow well..."

Lu Chuan and the other three stood blankly in the yard, watching the two of them walking away together. What's more, they were also sighing at this moment:

“It’s not easy for both buyers and sellers to do business these days!”

But Song Tan laughed out loud: "Why are you standing there? Go and pull the tools under the eaves over there. It's our turn to do the work."

"By the way, you can also taste the radish and cabbage together. If you think it's good, it's the same price of 5 yuan per catty, and I'll ask Lao Zhao to give you some."

Qin Yun cheered up:

"Okay, okay! This is your signature dish, right? It's never been put on the shelves in the online store, so I'll buy a hundred pounds of each!"

That posture makes him look like a rich man!

Song Tan:......

She had no choice but to quickly clarify: "It's not from my family. At most, the seedlings were cultivated by my family - my vegetables are not sold in winter."

Update 2, good night, the kpi is completed this month, please vote!