Song Tan Jishi

"What kiwi?"

Ulan asked, "Is it the wild carambola in the mountains? It's not as big as a ping-pong ball, and you have to cover it when you eat it, which is troublesome."

"Besides, this thing is not cooked when it is not cooked. It will be hard if you touch it no matter how you touch it. If you don't eat it for two days, it will rot."

She has also eaten kiwi fruit on the market, but she has never eaten that kind of kiwi fruit, but she only knows about it, and it should be about the same size.

Zhang Yanping wants to explain that it is not a thing, and the fruit is sweet now.

But he is a fruit seller, not a fruit grower, so he couldn't figure out how to harvest such fruits, so he simply put them aside.

"Then pomegranates. Pomegranates are good and durable. Those good pomegranates can be sold for 20 yuan a catty in the ripe season."

Ulan nodded: "Pomegranates. When the pomegranates are in bloom, they are very beautiful. Will the fruit seedling sellers guide us?"

"The pomegranates in front of our house are crooked and not tasty, he has to teach us how to do it.

Zhang Yanping thought for a while: "Otherwise, it's okay to grow peaches. This year's high-end Lakeview peaches in my circle of friends cost more than forty pounds a catty!"

"It's just that this thing is soft and rotten. When we transport it out, we should be more careful."

But the more he talked, the brighter his eyebrows became: "Tan Tan, after the qualifications and certificates of your family farm come down, the online store here will open, and I will be your customer service!"

"I promise that all damaged orders will be handled properly by you."

As long as he doesn't have to go to the fields to work, he can go online to fight against others for three days and three nights!

You can also be a bosom sister.

"Fourty to fifty one catty? Can this peach be sold so expensive?"

Ulan was a little emotional again when he said it:

"There are not many peach trees in the village. When we were young, there were two hairy peach trees by the pond. The fruits were green and only ripened in June and July, and they were small. One bite of it was sweet, a little sour and a little bitter. , the nucleus is still red, not to mention how delicious it is.”

Later, when the pond was being repaired, the two peach trees were cut down, and no one had heard of planting them again in the ten miles and eight villages.

There are at most two May peach trees left, no one takes care of them, and they are tasteless to eat.

The more Ulan talked, the more she felt emotional: "Now life is better, and eating is not as good as before. The peaches I bought on the street last year cost two yuan a catty. It's just like that. I don't like eating it now."

This description made Zhang Yanping, who was already tired after working for a long time, feel saliva instantly.

He thought about it, and he really had an idea:

"Auntie, if you want to talk about peaches that are a bit similar to Taotao, I really know one."

He dug out the picture: "Look, it's green when it's ripe, with a reddish tip at most. It tastes crunchy and sweet, neither sour nor bitter, but it has that peach flavor."

"Storage-resistant, resistant to transportation, it can be stored in the refrigerator for a month."

He handed over the phone, only to see a blue peach with the size of a fist, only a little red at the end, and a pointed mouth like a hook on the top of the peach.

"Elephant peach."

"It was sold online last year, and it seemed to cost ten yuan a catty. They all said that it smelled like a peach when I was a child."

"Planting peach trees, Auntie, will you always know how to do it? Then listen to the guidance of professionals, and it will definitely not be far behind."

It just so happened that Song Sancheng also came back from outside, and when he heard some peaches, he subconsciously asked, "Do you want to plant peach trees in the back mountain?"

"That's okay, we can grow peach trees here, we can't go wrong. I just don't know if they can be sold... Isn't it popular among young people to eat big cherries, blueberries and strawberries?"

Zhang Yan said calmly: As far as the taste of your food is concerned, do you still worry about selling it?

In short, he looked over expectantly:

"Tan Tan, farming is a big deal, and you can't just spend tens of thousands of dollars on saplings. Why don't I check the information this afternoon, and we'll be sure!"

Song Tan also smiled softly: "Brother Yan Ping, there is nothing foolproof in farming, I can only say that we should learn more, listen more, watch more, and practice earnestly—but your good intentions can't be let down... How about it, this afternoon You work as usual, and you can check the information when you come back at night, you can't just take up Yanping brother's transformation time."

Zhang Yanping: ...

He threw down the rake in his hand, and then pulled down his neckline: "Tan Tan, it's April, and I'm still wearing a straw hat! Just look, just these two days of torture, I'm What's the contrast between your skin tone?"

In fact, there is really not much contrast. After two days, what can you show? Just a little bit of conflict.

Qiao Qiao smiled proudly: "Brother, you are tanned, Qiao Qiao is not afraid of the sun."

That is, no matter how hard this silly boy is exposed to the sun, at most his skin will turn red and peel off, but he will not be dark, so what can be done?

Zhang Yanping was isolated and helpless, seeing that all the troops had returned, he had no choice but to wash his hands sadly and prepare to eat.

There was a bustling table with eleven people, and everyone ate a large bowl of zi vetch fried pork in the center without lifting their heads.

Ulan next to him is not stingy, and the stewed pork ribs and stewed meat are all arranged. But judging from how everyone ate in the past two days, no one touched the rest until the pot of milk vetch was finished.

Song Sancheng was courteous and handed a bottle of beer alone. It is rare for a man in the village to work without drinking two glasses. He also brought himself a bottle, and then said:

"Chestnut, I have to go out this afternoon if I have something to do. I won't go to the mountains for now. You should support me if I have something to do."

The man named Chestnut, surnamed Zhou, is the brother of Zhou Maozhu, who fried tea, and he is also in his forties or fifties now.

Wen Yan nodded: "Okay. It's just cleaning up a mountain, what can I do. You should go to your own business."

After speaking, he asked casually: "What are you doing?"

Song Sancheng sighed.

"It's the one on the uphill corner of our back mountain, next door to Daqiao Village, do you know? I walked past my house before. I heard a call from his house in the morning, saying that the old lady is gone."

People in the village are related to each other from all over the world. When he said this, everyone at the table reacted:

"Oh, that house! That house is not that... the man is called Zhang Wang's house, right? I seem to be a little lame as I remember."

"Yes."

Someone next to him answered, "Just a little bit, it doesn't affect the work, but it's quick. No, he gave away two sons and a daughter. His daughter seems to have married in the town, and the sons are all in the city."

They are all about the same age, and it is a bit sad to talk about the topic of birth, old age, sickness and death. Couldn't help but wonder again:

"But I remember that the couple are both in good health. Why did they suddenly say they were gone?"

Song Sancheng was also puzzled: "Two days ago, I heard that sister-in-law Zhang accidentally fell. She said she broke her leg or something."

"I was thinking about going to the hospital in the town to take a look when I had time. I don't know what happened to the sudden news."

There are no comments in the past few days...

Chickpea peaches are my favorite fruit this year. They are green, crispy and sweet, and really delicious.

The upcoming character will be Tan Tan's first long-term employee, and it is also an adaptation of real events, so I will write a little more.

The first one, old man Li, doesn't count, that was only discussed for this year, and we will discuss it again next year.