Chapter 4 4. I grow corn to feed you
The yard in my hometown is quite big, and the cement floor has cracks. In the middle of winter, there was still a small purple-flowered plant emerging from the crack, blooming a small purple flower trembling in the cold wind.
Song Tan stared at the flower, feeling that the environment had changed, and even this little wild flower became more beautiful.
Song Sancheng put his luggage in the main room and called his daughter quickly:
"Tantan, it's cold outside, hurry up and go inside to warm yourself by the fire."
As he spoke, he rubbed his hands and feet: "It's so cold riding a motorcycle!"
Song Tan was slow to react for a moment - yes, it is indeed very cold to ride a motorcycle in the winter.
But she didn't feel much.
Spreading his hands, he saw that the palms were as white as jade. It must have been that he had worked hard to repair his body in the car accident, hoping to avoid the fate of death. As a result, his body had been tempered to a certain extent.
However, it is very limited.
For example, at this moment, a gust of cold wind blew by, and Song Tan's body shivered uncontrollably. She was stunned for a moment, and then quickly rushed into the house.
This is a heated cabin.
The area is not large. There is an iron stove in the corner next to the window, with a square iron plate on top. The flue is long and bent at the ceiling, and then goes to the other side. Wall cavities spread.
In this way, the flames in the furnace are blazing, and the hot and sultry smoke is discharged from the house through the flue. As long as the fire is lit, the whole house will be warm, comparable to the heating room in the Northeast.
Song Sancheng hasn't seen his daughter for a long time - that's the bad thing about working in a big city. There are few holidays and it's hard to buy tickets during rush hour.
The last time I saw you was during the Chinese New Year.
But it was only three days off, and I had to work overtime on the fourth day of the lunar new year. It was very hard.
His first child was such a girl. Every day, the girl said whatever she wanted. Even if her son was born later, it was still the same habit.
At this moment, I thought about it and didn’t know what to say, so I stretched out my ruthless iron hand and took down the roasted sweet potato from the stove:
“Are you hungry? Eat a sweet potato as a cushion!”< br>
He was not afraid of being burned, and Song Tan was not afraid now either. At this moment, he reached out and took it: "Dad, you can eat it too."
"I won't eat it!" Song Sancheng quickly waved his hand: "When I was a child, you made sweet potatoes for us every day. Eat, if you eat too much of this, your heart will burn and it will hurt you.”
Song Tan was silent for a moment.
Song Sancheng finally found the topic: "How long will you stay at home when you come back this time?"
Song Tan opened her mouth. Obviously in the world of immortality, she has always had a straightforward personality and will do anything if she doesn't accept it. , but at this moment, the words he spoke were as heavy as a thousand pounds.
"Dad, I quit my job and want to go home and farm."
Song Sancheng fell silent for a moment, and then he sighed: "Tan Tan, you don't know how hard it is to farm. "
"I'm not afraid of being laughed at when a college student comes back to farm, but you really can't bear the hardship. "
The implication is that I don't agree.
Song Tan was not in a hurry: "Dad, when I was a child, I pulled peanuts, broke corn, picked tea leaves and watered the vegetable garden. I also did farm work."
"How much work can you do!"
Song Sancheng pointed to the spray bucket in the utility room opposite: "You can't even carry that bucket!"
That's an old-fashioned one The blue plastic spray bucket weighs thirty kilograms when filled with water. You have to carry it around when spraying.
But compared to digging tea mountains, cutting rice and transplanting rice seedlings, this is already an extremely light and easy job.
Don’t think that people in rural areas don’t use pesticides. Cordyceps is highly resistant to pesticides these days. Everyone else is using it. If you don’t, then just wait until the grain and tea leaves are eaten up!
While talking, Wu Lan entered the house with a basin of milky white fish soup. The lingering fragrance filled the air. Even though there was still a slight smell of impurities in it, it was much better than what he tasted during the day.
"Tan Tan, drink more soup tonight. Your dad caught the crucian carp from that wild pond. It is very nutritious. You should take more."
Turn around and see your daughter. After I heard that the small piece of gauze on my head was accidentally knocked on, I became more determined to serve my daughter two more bowls of soup at night!
Ulan placed the basin on the iron table of the stove to heat it, and in a blink of an eye he saw the sweet potato in Song Tan's hand:
"Tan Tan, don't eat the sweet potato yet, this is our The local white sweet potatoes are both chewy and chewy, so save them for the night before you can’t eat later.” After saying that, he hurried back to the kitchen without waiting for a reply.
Song Tan put the sweet potatoes aside and looked at Song Sancheng's complicated expression. Then he picked up the heavy blue medicine bucket, opened the faucet on the side, and poured water directly into it.
"Tantan!"
Song Sancheng also came out - looking at his daughter's effortless movements, he felt sad for some reason.
My daughter has been obedient and sensible since she was a child. She is frugal and is not willing to spend money while working outside, just for this family.
Now the child has an injury on his head and said he resigned when he came back. He must have been wronged in Ningcheng... Also, he works overtime every time he calls and lives in such a small house. How can he not endure hardship?
At this moment, Song Sancheng was already shaken.
If your child wants to come back and farm, just farm. If he really can't bear the hardship, the worst he can do is find a job in their urban area. It's close to home at least.
Song Sancheng was just about to speak when he saw that the spray bucket was full, and his daughter, who "cannot endure hardship", was carrying it like a toy bear.
At this moment, the fifty-eight-year-old authentic farmer Song Sancheng looked at his rough hands and felt confused:
Why do I think that bucket is heavy?
Am I old?
......
At this moment, a cheerful shout suddenly came from the distance:
"Sister! Sister!"
Song Tan subconsciously turned her head and saw a young boy wearing a black cotton vest running from the road. He had long legs and was about 1.8 meters tall, but he was on the thin side. But with fair skin and a small dimple on her cheek, she ran over with a smile, her whole body filled with joy:
"Sister!"
This is her younger brother Song Qiao, his biological age Eighteen years old, mental age...six years old.
Ulan gave birth to him when he was forty years old. There was no custom of prenatal check-ups in the countryside. As a result, he was born like this, always retaining the mind of a six or seven-year-old.
But he is very well-behaved and sensible. He was raised by Song Tan single-handedly when he was a child.
Until she left home to go to school and then stayed in Ningcheng...
Song Qiao stood in front of Song Tan, with bright eyes, looking at her obediently, like a puppy.
Song Tan reached out and the boy lowered his head obediently and touched his cold face for her: "Qiao Qiao."
"Yeah!"
"I Come back and stay with you, okay?”
"Okay!" said loudly.
Then he looked at Song Sancheng hesitantly: "But dad said, you have to make money, you are very tired, I can't pester you."
Song Tan laughed and went again I checked his hands to see if his fingernails were clean - he was very good and didn't pick at the mud in the winter.
"It's too tiring to make money. My sister doesn't want to make any more. Let's come back to accompany Qiao Qiao and our parents. Okay?"
Song Qiao doesn't know that there are few people in the village. What does it mean when college students come back to farm? He just cheered:
"Yeah!"
"Don't be afraid, sister! I can grow corn and I'll feed you!"
At this time, even Song Sancheng, who had been grimacing all the time, laughed:
"You can put corn kernels in the pit and break them off from the pole. How can you grow corn!"
Thank you Qianqiu for the reward, and thank you everyone for your support! This article is still slow to gain steam.
Prices, countryside, farming, environment, climate, each place has different living habits, I promise I am not writing blindly. So don’t be anxious when you see different opinions, just treat it as a trip to a distant rural area.
(End of this chapter)