Song Tan Jishi

   Chapter 527 527. Three students

  As soon as these words came out, the expressions of Professor Song and the three students behind became even more strange——

  Girl, you didn’t realize that the important thing now is not whether the box will wear or not...Of course, they often go to the countryside, the box is already tattered, and the wheels are still alive, so it doesn’t matter whether it is worn or not.

  The point is, how did you lift the box up with one hand?

   You know, there are more than just clothes in the agricultural box!

  Especially Professor Song, if it wasn’t for the fact that he couldn’t pass the high-speed rail security check and he didn’t bother to check it in, he could even bring a set of portable farm tools!

  At this moment, the four of them stood in the underground garage and looked at each other. Song Tan hesitated for a moment, and then said: "That...the conditions are poor..."

   "It's okay, it's okay! Thank you for coming to pick us up—I'm Song Zhisheng." Professor Song came back to his senses, opened the car door and got in: "Xiaoyan, you sit in the front."

   "This is Yanran."

  The dark-skinned girl named Yan Ran took off her heavy and bulging backpack from her back, then opened the car door and sat on it, then smiled slightly at Song Tan: "I get motion sickness easily."

  Song Tan raised his heart: "Are you dizzy? Do you want to take a motion sickness medicine?"

   While starting the car.

   And Yanran smiled: "It's okay, I'm in good condition now, as long as it's not that kind of particularly bumpy mountain road, I won't spit it out."

   After taking motion sickness medicine, she tends to feel drowsy for a long time, and she is a little uncomfortable, so try not to take it as much as possible.

  Song Tan: …

At once…

  How should I say it?

  Get out of the high-speed rail station, walk around the suburbs for 20 to 30 minutes, and you will be on the road to the town...

She had no choice but to look in the rearview mirror: "Professor Song, there is a bag of chickpeas in the back seat, which I brought specially for you, let's eat a couple of them first, the road ahead is rough and bumpy. "

  Professor Song didn't refuse, but just looked at the bag in the corner: "Your own peach?"

   "Yes!" Song Tan nodded: "Our family has a unique secret recipe for growing these things, and the taste is very good! Try it."

  Alas, it’s not good for experts to come—it’s not easy to fool around.

  About things getting better at home, she explained to her family, even if she gave some random reasons, the family would believe it.

   Among other things, Song Sancheng and Ulan have a lot of wisdom in life, but have they got to the bottom of it?

   Family affection is sometimes the strongest barrier.

  But for Professor Song, perfunctory is not enough.

   But it doesn't matter—Song Tan was already ready when he was planning to hire someone.

  Professor Song took out the peach and frowned.

   "I've learned about the climate of Yuncheng before... this shouldn't be the most suitable place for chickpeas to grow."

  As for the peach in his hand, probably because it has been washed for a long time, the fluff on the skin has shown signs of recovery.

  The tender green is evenly distributed on the top, only a little red on the side where the sun is too much, it looks extraordinarily fresh, and it feels heavy in the hand.

  Professor Song has experience, and he estimated that it could weigh half a catty.

   This made his frown even tighter.

  He can understand and feel that Song Tan is trying his best to take care of them, so this peach must be a good peach picked out by the family.

   But in fact, the weight of chickpeas with the best taste should not exceed four taels. This peach is too big, and the taste may be a little weaker.

  But...the appearance is really good, probably a few carefully selected ones.

  He looked sideways at the plastic bag that looked crumpled and looked very careless, and felt even more weird in his heart.

Song Tan is generous: "Professor Song, our family does have some unique methods for growing these. Otherwise, I would not dare to make big buns and have the cheek to invite you here... You should eat first, these peaches are delicious. Eat them first Maybe I can feel refreshed in my stomach, and it won’t be so uncomfortable to walk on the mountain road later.”

  Yan Ran, who should eat peaches most, waved her hands again and again: "I won't eat it, I won't eat it. If the stomach is full, it will be easy to vomit when it bumps later."

   What's more, this peach is so big, if you eat it whole, plus the undigested lunch and snacks in your stomach, you will be full.

  Professor Song didn't hesitate.

  Since they came to help others with mountain planning, they should have tasted which products they are better at growing at home, and now they mentioned the bag: "Eat and see."

  Even Xiaoyan said she wouldn't eat it, but held one in her hand.

  The boy sitting on the left side of Professor Song has a pair of thick eyebrows. When he got the peach, his eyebrows immediately fluttered, with a lively expression and boasted: "Wow! What a big peach!"

   "Boss Song, my name is Tang Xiaodong—do all your peaches look like this?"

  Song Tan replied: "Yes, they are all well-proportioned, but this year's peaches have been sold out, so I kept a few trees in the corner for my own use, and there are some small peaches that were not picked at that time."

   "Huh?" The boy sitting on the far right raised his head, and there was a red birthmark on his temple, which was very recognizable: "Have they all been sold—ah, I forgot to introduce, my name is Qi Lin."

Song Tan glanced at the rearview mirror, wrote down the names silently, and then answered their questions: "Yes, when the picking was just about to start, the previous old customer introduced the wholesaler, and the wholesaler brought a partner. garden."

Professor Song was very happy: "Not bad! The most difficult thing about planting in rural areas is actually the sales. You have opened up the channels in this area. When planning next, we can not only adapt to local conditions, but also according to your customers. It is relatively bold. Some."

   As he said, he took a bite of the peach—

  ! !

  Professor Song's eyes widened!

  He stared straight at the peach with a bite missing in his hand, looked left and right, looked up and down, and was still busy chewing, his expression was shocked, but his brows were wrinkled and twisted:

   "It shouldn't be! How can chickpea taste like this? Why is it so big and has such a magical taste..."

   "What, is it delicious? Or does the peach taste like apple?"

  Tang Xiaodong raised his eyebrows curiously again—but it is not impossible to say that peaches taste like apples.

  In recent years, the breeding of varieties has always been on a strange path. There are also apples like pears! I don't know if it was an accidental harvest when breeding, or was it specially bred? , What is the purpose of cultivating it?

  He was curious, and Qi Lin, who was also taking a bite beside him, couldn't help but yelled, "Damn!"

   Tang Xiaodong:? ? !

  This is Qi Lin who has always been more stable! He is much calmer than himself, now even he-

  He exchanged a glance with Yan Ran who turned his head to look back, then looked at the peach in his hand, and bit it off without hesitation.

   Come, an early update (in fact, I didn’t finish writing last night, but got up again this morning to complete it)

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