Song Tan Jishi

Chapter 1139 1139. Killing chickens is not an option

You can imagine how delicious chicken is, but Ulan will never allow the sacrifice of chickens!

"Why are you so prodigal? If you want to eat chickens and ducks, buy them yourself! Our chickens are only one year old, and spring is the time when they can lay eggs. Why are you bothering?!"

 An egg sells for ten yuan, and there are only a hundred chicks in total. What do they eat? There is so much food at home but not enough? Look at that cake roll in your hand again!

 “I can’t even fill your mouth with food!”

 The old mother was very angry.

Song Tan was wronged: "Didn't we agree to buy some chickens to feed in the spring? Then there will be no shortage of food for ourselves."

“You also said it’s time, isn’t it already time? Let’s wait until spring starts and see if our hens can lay a nest. If so, let them hatch on their own.”

They are purebred little native chickens with long and thin legs, and they can fly for a long time with flapping wings. Especially those little roosters, their fur is shining under the sun, not to mention they are very energetic!

Ulan felt that the reason why the chickens grew so well must be because their family had good luck, so they must keep them first and eat them when they are old.

“Besides, our chicken doesn’t have much meat, and it’s just old enough to make a nest when it’s one year old. What a pity it is to eat it? I’ll hatch one or two hundred chickens by then, and I won’t say anything if you eat them next year…”

Broiler chickens can have nests in three or four months, but native chickens need to be raised for at least one year. Otherwise, why would Ulan be so reluctant to part with them?

But there is one thing: "Why don't we buy some broiler chickens next year? They can lay bigger eggs. Our little native chickens are still not good enough."

“Sure.” Song Tan wrote down the matter: “I asked my aunt to help me choose. The house she took me to before was indeed a good one.”

"Okay!" Ulan agreed: "Buy some more ducks. You see, there are not enough salted duck eggs to sell this year. We can't raise too many cattle and sheep on the riverbank, but we can still raise some chickens and ducks."

 Song Tan thought, what items in the house could be sold? It's just that everyone loves to eat the almighty salted duck eggs, and she also loves to give them away, so this seems to be not enough.

 Among other things, their New Year gift packages for Professor Xin Junsong included a bucket of salted duck eggs and chicken eggs for each person.

Just like that kind of oil drum, make a small hole in the top and put some chaff at the bottom, and then fill it up one by one...The barrels are all ready, it just depends on when they set off!

　　Okay, the old mother won't let me do it, so Song Tan had to stop. Now I changed the topic:

“I’ve never understood it. No matter how similar the river beach scene is, I won’t let him destroy it. So how will we shoot it then?”

 It's like cutting a long river with a knife, or hanging in the white waves...just kidding! Professor Song had already planned the place and reserved the lotus root. How could it be possible to let the water explode?

What's more, there are nets under the area belonging to your own home, so those who want to raise fish can't destroy it even more.

Song Tan explained this clearly one by one. He planned to reject the offer from the beginning, but as soon as he heard it, he agreed immediately.

If they hadn't vowed to follow the contract and were so hasty, Song Tan really wouldn't have been able to agree.

Lu Chuan was startled and recalled the script in a daze: "There shouldn't be a need for big scenes. Real-life shooting can easily be criticized by people for damaging the environment. The actors may not be able to do it, which can easily increase the cost."

“There will be a continuous plot here, which is more important. If you ask for a low price, the producer will be very happy.”

"The fighting scenes you are worried about are also a combination of real scenes and special effects... There is no way, the young actors can't keep up with too much action."

Song Tan nodded, and then said assuredly: "That's fine, but just in case, I set the compensation amount high."

Lu Chuan laughed: "In March and April, the grass grows and the orioles fly. This director knows aesthetics very well and he is reluctant to destroy it."

Just as he was talking, he saw Song Sancheng coming over and pointing to the remaining cake rolls: "Would you like to send them to the riverside?" "You have to send them!" Ulan said quickly: "Your uncle is too angry too. . Let them help look after the cattle and sheep, they are all his relatives, but he still has to follow the rules and not come to the house to eat every day. "

The family of three takes turns eating at the canteen on the mountain, or they get some food and cook it on the pasture.

 In fact, there are so many dogs watching the river beach, and there are surveillance cameras, so they won’t be away from people all the time.

In this case, Wulan worried about giving them some fresh food to try at home.

If nothing else, this kid Leilei was unreliable in the past, but now he has been trained to do his job well.

"By the way, let me show your uncle Xiao Lu... He was not part of our family when we last saw him. Let's see him again this time." Wu Lan said happily.

 Lu Chuan:…

Song Tan was already carrying an insulated bucket to fill the seventh cousin's freshly fried sausages and meat dumplings: "Qiaoqiao, put the rice noodles you made in the morning into a bucket for me, and I will bring it to my uncle later. Rare Wu Lei I have a reliable friend come over and let them try it at noon."

"Okay!" Qiao Qiao started to move quickly. Now seeing Song Tan starting the tricycle gracefully, he thought for a moment and said:

“Then I’ll go later, the meat for the dog hasn’t thawed yet.”

"Okay." Song Tan put the bucket in the carriage and turned around to call to Lu Chuan: "Why don't you come up? Hold the railing and squat down later, otherwise the tricycle will easily fall if it shakes."

She described it very thoughtfully, but Lu Chuan looked at the familiar maroon three-wheeled wheel in front of him and couldn't help but fall silent at this moment.

The next moment, just when he finally unpacked his bags and was about to go in and squat, he heard Song Tan let out a "tsk" sound, and then got out of the car helplessly, with a look of doting on his face:

“You’re so squeamish—Qiaoqiao, give me the key to Daduo. Our big three-wheeler is too bumpy. Your pretty brother doesn’t like to sit on it.”

The people in the whole yard laughed instantly, and Teacher Tang even agreed: "How can such a handsome young man look like sitting on your tricycle? It's better for you to ride a motorcycle than to drive a tricycle - even a big girl like Qiao Qiao can barely do it. Bar."

Apart from anything else, the color I spent a lot of money on is not dull at all and is wiped clean every day. There is a fairy man sitting on top of the colorful macarons, so they complement each other perfectly!

Lu Chuan couldn't help but darken his eyes when he heard Qin Yun and the two of them laughing wildly, and then saw that Song Tan had sat in the driver's seat again.

 After a moment, he forced a smile and said, "Actually, I can ride a tricycle quite well."

"It's okay," Song Tan waved his hand carelessly: "It's cold, and you didn't wear gloves. The handlebars are icy on your hands, and the cold wind can easily hurt your hands. Don't get cold when you look back."

"Come!"

She lifted two buckets of rice noodles onto the truck bed and urged Lu Chuan: "Come up quickly and squat down, hold on to the railing, don't start and fall if you wait."

The tricycle buzzed, and a fluffy white cloud above the large colorful flower also trembled.

As the car drove forward, the cold wind blew my head and face. What was shattered together was a man's burden that even Lu Chuan could not describe...

 Update 1, yesterday my neighbor gave me some mugwort steamed buns, they were delicious! It’s spring, and there are more wild vegetables! I’ve already had one round of shepherd’s purse dumplings.

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