Song Tan Jishi

After the Awakening of Insects, it will be the spring rain.

The misty light rain fell silently, and the whole field and hills were covered with a layer of faint blue mist, fluffy and wet.

Song Sancheng had just settled the wages for the villagers, and now he smelled the rain and dirt outside, and a smile appeared on his face.

"It's raining at the right time."

It has been more than half a month, and they are busy every day. Ulan has to prepare meals for a large group of people and clean up the house.

Song Sancheng has to take people to weed the fields and hillsides, cut down trees, trim tree trunks, and take time to build pig pens, chicken coops and duck sheds...

The person who delivered the bacteria just arrived this afternoon, and tomorrow he plans to order bacteria at home without going out, so the wages are settled tens of thousands.

Look again, God takes care of people: it's raining!

Wulan sighed while holding the ledger: "Tan Tan, your 60,000 yuan is gone."

"If you need to spend more money next, it will be supported by your father and I, and we have to follow our arrangements." Otherwise, I'm afraid that if she lets go, she will arrange to go out again.

Song Tan thought about it——

The piglet hasn't been brought back yet, but the pigpen is set up, and her mother can get the money if she can't afford it. Ducklings have to be bought and paid for.

I won't buy chickens this year, grandma's house is hatching!

The woodland on the hillside has been cleaned up, and the seeds have been bought. Next, some bacteria need to be paid, and there is nothing else to spend!

She nodded and asked the key question: "Mom, what are you eating?"

Ulan held her breath in her heart: "I have no money, what should I eat? Go, take Qiao Qiao, and dig wild vegetables on the slope!"

"okay!"

There are too many sloping fields with wild vegetables in the countryside. Among other things, they are in the depressions on the hillside behind their house, layer by layer.

However, the most suitable season for digging wild vegetables has not yet arrived, and I am afraid that the quantity is not much now, which is enough for them to eat one or two meals.

Song Tan went back to the room to tidy up, thought for a while, and put on his mobile phone holder: "Qiao Qiao, go dig wild vegetables!"

Song Qiaoqiao couldn't wait to rush out of the yard: "Oh! It's raining! I'm going to tread water with Mummy Pig!"

However, the rain was foggy, and the ground felt a little wet. Where did the rain come from?

Jojo was silent.

The siblings ran into the forest like monkeys, and Ulan was still shouting behind him: "Pull the wild onions, come back and make scrambled eggs for you!"

...

They both grew up in the mountains, and the siblings moved quickly. In the middle, Song Tan went to take another look at the rough pigsty in the back mountain——

A large shed built of wood, the top was tightly pressed with branches and raincloth, and the inside was padded with stones. The straw hadn't been spread inside, and it was already quite refreshing and clean.

Such a large amount of pig raising activities, pork must be delicious. But there is also a problem. The pig must urinate and urinate indiscriminately every day. The range of activities in the mountain is too large, and there is no way to enclose it in a cesspool. For this reason, Song Sancheng has been thinking about it for a long time.

Eventually, though, he figured it out.

When the piglets were young, they were not allowed to run around, otherwise there would be grass, tree roots, and stones on the hillside, and they would be easily injured by falls.

At this time, first make their circle smaller, dig a shallow pit, and slowly throw pig manure into it. Slowly, the pig knew where to pull.

Once you get used to it, expand the range step by step...

Will it work? It's also the first time for Song Sancheng to raise pigs on the mountain. Let's try it! The big deal is to spend more effort, shoveling shit on the mountain every day, and it can be used as fertilizer when it is fermented.

Going around this forest, we arrived at a gentle slope halfway up the back mountain, where the green grass had begun to sprout.

Qiao Qiao has already pointed to a large bush of green wild onions: "Sister! Scrambled eggs!"

Wild onion, also called sand onion, mountain garlic. It is much smaller than ordinary onions and garlic, and even less thick than leeks. Every time I eat this at home, Qiao Qiao’s task is to choose and wash it, so I am very impressed.

Song Tan looked at it and hesitated: "This wild onion grows so well, how about scrambled eggs for lunch? Or stewed crucian carp?"

But anyway, let's talk about it first.

Not only are there wild onions, but there is also a clump of malan heads that have just grown by the woods next to it. It is a bit small, but it can definitely make up a plate.

Then there are shepherd's purses, which are quite a lot, big and small, and Qiao Qiao has already happily shoveled them with a shovel.

But... After all, there are too few things, and the mobile phone equipment was taken for nothing, so there is nothing worth photographing.

She sighed, and suddenly thought of one more thing——

Wild vegetables, what price are they selling now?

...

The siblings went out for a trip, tossing and tossing for an hour or two, Ulan took the vegetable basket, and asked wonderingly: "Are you still going to the pond?"

"Yeah yeah!"

Most of Qiaoqiao's sleeves were wet, and he knew that he had a lot of fun playing in the water.

Ulan flipped through the wild vegetables that she brought over: "This watercress is quite tender, especially if it's just sprouted and you've already pinched it back—how do you eat it?"

Song Tan thought for a while, and made a decisive choice between shredded chicken and stewed fish soup: "Shredded chicken!"

Chicken shreds have to use chicken breasts, who in the village can’t sell only chicken breasts?

Ulan ignored her: "All right, I'll fry some prickly ash oil, and I'll make it cold at noon. These days, the hosts are full of fish and meat, so I just have something light to eat."

"Why is there purslane here? Just a handful of it? Let's mix it together later."

There are quite a lot of wild onions. Judging by the neat appearance, Qiao Qiao must have cleaned them up while playing with the water by the pond.

Ulan looked basically satisfied:

"The crucian carp I caught last time just thawed out, let's make another soup, and fry the rest with twice-cooked pork, otherwise it will be too cold to eat cold dishes this day."

In the end, there was a thick layer of shepherd's purse underneath, and Ulan decisively made an arrangement: "It just so happened to make dumplings for dinner!"

Song Tan, who doesn't cook, has no right to be picky, besides, she is looking forward to it.

Now mention another thing:

"Mom, the weather has been warm recently. I think wild vegetables must grow like crazy after the rain. Otherwise, I'll dig some more tomorrow, and then take the bus to the city to sell them?"

This time, Ulan really looked at her with admiration: "Are you going to set up a street stall? Have you ever been to the vegetable market?"

Song Tan understood what she meant—if he was replaced by his original self, he must be thin-skinned and unable to let go.

Now...

After coming back and tossing for half a month, all the money was spent. If you don't make some achievements, how much will it cost you to apply for funding next time?

What's more, she took advantage of this spring rain to attract a lot of spiritual energy to the pond on the hillside, so she would have to collect dozens of catties tomorrow!

Shouldn't we test the market first?

So she patted her chest: "Don't worry! I will definitely do it tomorrow!"

Song Sancheng didn't say a word, but he answered after hearing the words: "The shuttle bus leaves at six o'clock in the morning, and it has to make a big circle around the town. It's almost nine o'clock in the city, how many people are there to buy vegetables?"

"How about it, Tan Tan, you pack up the vegetables tomorrow afternoon, and leave early in the morning. I will take you to the intersection on a motorcycle, and you take a van at the intersection, just in time for the vegetable market to sell vegetables in the morning."

Tell me what you love to hear: there are still today.

In addition, the recipes in this chapter refer to "Mountain New Special Dishes"

Written so hungry, it was so hard!

Tan Tan's first pot of gold is coming!

[Those who really go to the vegetable market to buy vegetables usually go early, and those who know how to eat wild vegetables will of course go early. ]