Song Tan Jishi

  Chapter 173 173. Going down the underground cage【Ask for a monthly pass】

  However, building a house is a matter of thinking about it now.

  No time at first—even though they don’t have much work to worry about now, it doesn’t mean they can be idle every day.

  Weeds grow faster than vegetables. The peach trees on the mountain have already sprouted buds, and they will grow watermelons tomorrow. Before long, the beans on the other side of the chestnut forest will also grow, not to mention, there are still other arrangements for the fields below the mountain...

  Secondly, it is cheap to build a house in the countryside, but it is not free.

  Nowadays, the saying that the landlord’s family has no surplus food is true!

   Not to mention anything else, now a family of nine eats and drinks, no matter how the seventh cousin can eat, the meat and eggs can't be made out of nothing, right? You have to buy them all!

  Their village is too remote. It’s easy to build a house and homestead, but there are more and more people in the family and more and more things. It takes time and money to plan well.

  So, now, in the first half of the year, there is no need to think about flipping the house, which is really inappropriate.

Song Tan now only has the 110,000 payment from Lu Chuan's friend two days ago in his pocket (part of which has already been spent), and he will have to pay for the golden cherry seeds and wages in the future. The spring tea will be over soon, and the tea-picking lady's payment will also be settled. wages.

  Of course, the tea has to continue to be picked, but the tea picking rules here are that the tea picking fees for spring tea and summer tea are different, which is related to the drop in tea prices. So the billing cycle is different.

   In addition, I still owe the village 70,000 to 80,000 yuan!

  Thinking about it this way, what I, a cultivator, has done is really worthless.

   Fortunately, she has been numb by the lack of aura and ruthless society, and now she only feels that there are too many lice.

  What are you afraid of if you don’t have money now? When the harvest season comes, you won’t be afraid to spend a lot of money!

  With this steady state of mind, regardless of how many people in Qiaoqiao's live broadcast room are clamoring for links to bring goods, Song Tan is steady.

  There are not too many white fungus planted on the mountain, and the output of stubble is not high. After Qiao Qiao turned the whole white fungus around, she greeted:

   "Let's go, go home."

  Then turned off the live broadcast without hesitation.

  Viewers in the live broadcast room:…

Fine.

   Turn it on if you say it, and turn it off if you say it, do you not regard live broadcast as a serious business?

  …

  Three people came out, and only Qiao Qiao got something. Then he walked to the main road, and heard a humming car.

   Then, Song Youde and Song Sancheng drove over in a small three-wheeler, with smiles on their faces brighter than the white fungus in the basket.

   "Girl, are you tired from work? Come on, sit in the back of the car, and Dad will take you back."

  Song Youde looked at Qiao Qiao's basket full of white fungus, and grinned from ear to ear: "Look at how powerful my grandson is, come! Get in the car of Grandpa, and Grandpa will take you back."

  Zhang Yanping: ...? ? ?

  Am I the only one who is transparent?

   Besides, although the chestnut grove and the tea garden are a little far away from home, it’s only three to five minutes away in total. As for it?

   It should still be easy.

  Because Zhang Yanping had already climbed into the bed of the tricycle, and then discussed with Song Sancheng: "Uncle, is this tricycle easy to drive? Give me a try later."

  Qiao Qiao also happily sat on the small three-wheeler exclusive to the elderly: "Grandpa, I want to ride too."

   Oops, that's not okay.

   Qiao Qiao looked very sensible and smart at home, but once he drove the car, it was difficult to control the front.

  Song Tan thought to himself, the burden on the young man is still too light!

  Seeing that Song Youde, who loves his grandson, has already planned to come down and teach him, she hurriedly interrupted:

   "Qiao Qiao, don't you want to learn about white fungus? Come back quickly, the seventh cousin must be waiting anxiously."

  Qiao Qiao yelled, and hurried back.

  Back home, Seventh Cousin was really anxious, and now he was holding two old green fishing nets:

   "It's not worthwhile to buy these chicken and duck meat all the time. Tan Tan, I just saw that there are two ground cages in the house. Will you use the ground cage? At least some loach, shrimp and white fish."

   "Oh!" Song Tan was really pleasantly surprised this time: "I forgot!"

  There are so many things going on in the field that I really don't care about the pond.

  Seventh Cousin understood very well: "It's useless for you to remember, it's just a matter of luck. The eels in the village are almost extinct, and you can't catch a few in a year."

  But the eel fried bacon is really delicious!

   There is also dry fried small loach.

  And the kind of transparent small river shrimp that are often found in their local ponds, just like the ones in Qi Baishi's paintings.

  Now in the urban area, unless you try your luck in the vegetable market, it's really hard to buy.

   Moreover, this kind of shrimp can’t be kept alive, and it will die soon after being caught. It’s not easy to eat fresh ones.

  Song Tan regained his spirit in an instant:

   "I'm going!"

  As soon as the two ground cages were picked up here, Song Sancheng and Song Youde had already returned by bicycle—yes, they cycled around the main road, which was farther than the small road.

Seeing the ground cage in Song Tan's hand now, Song Sancheng couldn't help laughing: "I think of your fish pond now? Oh, your little girl's family has never raised fish before, so she dares to mess around. "

   Fortunately, the water splashes he bought were not expensive, and Song Sancheng had been holding back the matter of a hundred and ten dollars before, and thought it was all about raising fish for his own food.

   "I will still put the ground cage."

  Song Tan was not convinced.

  Song Sancheng laughed: "I'm not talking about earth dragons. I'm talking about you raising fish before. Do you think any fish breeding company doesn't clear a pond first? Just you, you put the water flower in it as soon as you buy it."

   Extensive in extensive.

   "If there are a few big mullets in this pond, you won't be able to keep anything left."

   "I saw you buying water flowers with great interest earlier, and thought you knew it well."

  Song Tan laughed:

   "Just the one hundred and ten yuan fish fry, our family doesn't get rich by selling fish."

  To be honest, the two ponds are a bit small for farming. If you want to sell fish, you have to use the current small-space farming model.

   But in that case, firstly, manpower is needed, and secondly, the water quality will be very worrying. That being the case, why not raise your own food casually.

  Song Sancheng was also silent because of this. He just remembered these two ground cages.

   "Okay, then you can find a pond and put it in any pond. Are there any chicken intestines left from the stewed chicken at noon? Put them in."

  How could there be any leftovers? A few treasures are not enough to eat.

  Song Tan did not hesitate: "Seventh Cousin, cut me a small piece of meat."

  As soon as the meat passed through her hands, a cloud of spiritual energy silently attached to it, and the three puppies in the yard groaned and surrounded them in unison.

  Grandma Seven couldn't help laughing: "Look at this dog nose, Duoling, as soon as he says there is meat, he will come right away."

  Song Tan threw the meat in, then rummaged for a few foam boards and stuffed them into the ground cage, and then ran to the pond excitedly.

   "I'll see if I can catch an eel!"

   If you really have one, save a few small ones for some inspiration, so that they can give birth to cubs quickly.

   This renewable resource, year after year!

   Thank you, Qianqiu, for your reward again. Let’s take a day and I’ll be happy every day.

   Tan Tan went home in late February, and now it’s only early April... 360,000 words have only been a month, no wonder I’m so busy every day.

   Because of chemical fertilizers, pollution, and trading, the eels and loaches in rural areas are incomparable to today’s. There are really not many.

   Concubine Wan Gui, press tight, don't run away, I don't blame you if you run away.

  (end of this chapter)