Song Tan Jishi

Chapter 872 872. Sell the child

 The greenhouse cannot be built in a day or two.

Within the area of ​​15 meters wide and 100 meters long, not only the land had to be cleared first, but they also had to prepare a suitable thick steel frame.

This kind of greenhouse is not a one-time use, but should be made as high as possible, with insulation cotton on the top layer, so that it can be used every winter in the future.

The price is also slightly higher. The cost of such a shed is 60,000 yuan—this is only two acres of land.

Song Tan couldn't help but clicked his tongue - no wonder there are fewer and fewer people engaged in agriculture now. Those big agricultural households spend a lot of money just building this shed every year.

  Not to mention the rising labor costs and the increasingly unfavorable weather...

 In short, considering the time issue, it is difficult for the stingy Song Tan to add an extra 5,000 yuan, and the requirement is as soon as possible!

It’s rare to meet such a good client. After further inquiry, I found out that the old Song family has leased hundreds of acres of land in the village. It is rare for people who install greenhouses to open up the market in Yuncheng. They have done a good job at this moment -

 Nothing else, just don’t forget them if we do it on a large scale next year!

 After going back and forth, villagers came to help, and soon the framework took shape.

But Song Tan is a typical person who spends money and doesn't care about things. After all, there are so many capable people in the family, so she doesn't have to worry too much.

At this moment, she was at the door of the factory, reaching out and pinching a piece of dried sweet potato. It took a long time to tear off a piece, and after chewing it for a long time, I finally tasted the sweetness that slowly trickled out.

“This is so hard!” She stared at the dried sweet potato in her hand: “My teeth are about to fall out.”

Master Jiang said happily: "When it was dried for only two days, it was soft and chewy. I asked you to come and eat it, but you didn't think you had time."

“It’s only successful if it’s tanned like this now. Then I’ll tie it up in a bag and store it for a year.”

"If you think this is too hard to bite, go back and take some out from the cellar. I'll cut them into thin slices and fry them for you. They'll be crispy, crispy, sweet, and delicious."

Master Jiang is now rosy and plump after eating. When talking about any food, it has its own temptation. Song Tan nodded quickly without thinking about it:

"Okay!"

But the dried sweet potatoes in front of me are quite good. I have relatives visiting my house during the Chinese New Year. I grab a plate of this and put it on the table, which is enough to kill time.

She clapped her hands and asked Zhang Yanping: "Are the packaging bags ready? 200 grams per bag, seal them first, and ask Qiao Qiao to sell them."

“Oh, by the way, I’ll pack five pounds and send it out this afternoon.”

 There is no need to ask where to send it, Zhang Yanping thought for a while:

“Tan Tan, I didn’t say anything when I was saving someone but I was hospitalized. Do you want to ask if you will come to our house during the Chinese New Year?”

 “How can you ask that?” Ulan thought to himself that the young man was really ignorant:

“People are kind to us, so we should take the initiative to pay New Year greetings during the New Year—but you young people don’t talk about this, Tantan, why don’t you take the initiative to ask?”

Now that the family life is prosperous, everyone did not deliberately avoid the fact that Song Tan was injured, and spoke very calmly.

Ulan then suggested: "You should first ask them what they want. If they want us to pay New Year's greetings, I will leave two extra big pig legs for the New Year."

Song Tan thought to himself, is there any need to ask?

 She didn't even mention the medical expenses when she was hospitalized. It was obvious that she didn't like these social interactions. What's more, through the brief chats in the past few months, I can more or less figure out the concise and concise style of the other party's dialect.

　　Ah, thinking of this, she quickly took out her mobile phone - she sent sweet potatoes to her before, and they even sent her a message of thanks.

But everyone in the family said so, Song Tan thought about it for a while: "Otherwise, I won't talk about the New Year. I'll just ask people if they would like to come over and eat our pig-killing vegetables?"

Don’t the wealthy people who have lived in cities for a long time like this kind of simple rural customs? Moreover, there are many people when slaughtering pigs, and no one seems embarrassed in the bustle. On the contrary, it is more comfortable than sitting together solemnly to pay New Year greetings.

"Okay!"

But it’s not that fast to kill a pig.

The three big white pigs at home are now growing rapidly, weighing between three and four hundred pounds. Ulan would never mention the slaughter until the twelfth lunar month. The two black pigs grow slower, but the meat looks firmer and tastes more delicious.

As for the two little wild boars... Well, this kind of free pig has no advantages, and it grows too slowly. It only weighs about two hundred pounds now. It is estimated that they cannot be killed this winter!

 Forget it, let’s wait until next year.

And that **** one is a sow. Next year she will be asked to give birth to another litter.

  Mixing large white pigs and wild boars, the piglets born will probably be taller and more meaty, and you can save a lot of money on buying piglets...

 Ouch!

Ulan happily called Qiaoqiao: "Go to the cellar and see if there are any sweet potatoes that have gone bad that were not picked out at that time? If there are any, pick them out and peel them for the king."

“There are Dabao and the others. Aren’t they running wild in the mountains recently? Tell them that we won’t catch pheasants anymore, and we can’t catch hares either! If nothing happens, we’ll catch two more wild boars…”

She quite dared to think about it, and now she spoke very loudly: "I won't pick any big or small ones."

 Song Tan:…

  Feed some cabbage when I have nothing to do. Every day when my dog ​​finds a big bone in his food, he still frowns in pain. Now he even actively feeds sweet potatoes...

Song Tan turned around and said seriously: "Qiao Qiao, please change the king's name later to Zhong Wuyan."

Everyone on the mountain was stunned for a moment, and then started laughing.

Ulan couldn't help but roll his eyes at her: "What's Zhong Wuyan saying about welcoming the spring? Look at who's dog in our village can fill up a pot of meat and bones in one day?"

“This king has been raising pigs for half a year and has enough to eat.”

Yes Yes Yes!

Song Tan has to admit: raising a dog is not a financial issue. If you raise a dog, you will only lose money.

She suppressed her laughter and said, "It's okay. Brother Sun is still looking for a partner for them. He's going to have a baby again. Let's sell his baby to get back the money."

Ulan frowned: "What are you talking about? The king is loyal to us and hasn't asked you for money. Why are you selling his child?"

"How many more treasures do we have? You can ask from all over the country, whose dog is so smart and well-behaved? It only cost three thousand yuan to buy them all, and you still have to sell puppies... You are short of money and need this." Is your son here?"

"And those adopted ones, how pitiful! How amazing! You worry about selling puppies before they are well enough, and you are cruel."

Ulan thought for a while, and finally sighed: "If it doesn't work out, let her get sterilized! Otherwise, it will be hard to give birth to puppies all the time."

 Song Tan:…

 Why, the family is financially well off, and her mother speaks with such humanistic care?

 But Qiaoqiao suddenly wondered: "Huh? What do you mean it only cost 3,000 yuan in total? Didn't Brother Sun say that one was sold at a loss of 3,000 yuan?"

 Everyone: ...Brother Sun, why did I tell you all this?

Ulan slowly turned his head and called her by her first and last name:

 “Song Tan!”

 “What does a 3000 mean? Please explain it clearly to me.”

Update 2, good night first, I will catch up on KPI during the day tomorrow.

　　　The poor breed treachery while the rich breed conscience... This is human nature.

 (End of this chapter)