Chapter 162 162. Suning the quilt
After the Qingming Festival, it was rare for the family to feel free at all.
Of course, this leisure is limited. For example, Wulan still goes to the mountains to pick tea every day, working tirelessly.
Song Sancheng led the people to tidy up the seventh cousin's house. Wulan also helped pack up all the old cotton quilts and asked Song Tan to take them to the town to play them again.
The sun was shining warmly all day, and that night, Grandma Qi and Cousin Qi couldn’t wait to go home and go to sleep.
In fact, when I slept at Song Tan's house, I slept soundly and deeply, and woke up refreshed in the morning!
But I slept comfortably, but I always felt a little awkward before going to bed. The old saying goes: a golden nest or a silver nest is not as good as your own doghouse.
The old couple are not used to it.
So when I returned home, there were two layers of thick mattresses and old coarse cloth sheets spread out. After all, the temperature in the countryside was still a bit low, especially since they were older and a little afraid of the cold.
Put a thin quilt on top...
Early the next morning, the old couple came over holding their cheeks.
"What's going on?"
Song Tan went to the Chestnut Garden early in the morning to feed the dogs. Taking advantage of the early morning dew and no one around, the spiritual energy spread, which meant that the rain and dew were equally shared.
The chestnuts are already lush, with fresh green leaves stretching out, and they are piled on top of each other on the branches, which is particularly lively.
In the middle of the leaves, long strips of flower buds are looming, and they will bloom soon. It must be a good year.
On top of the fence surrounding the edge of the garden, the golden cherry tree with its slender branches was fixed with a rope by Song Sancheng, who had already climbed up quite sensibly.
The tender leaves on the top are stretched out, the purple-red tender stems below are strong and fat, and the flower buds the size of fingernails are looming, which is full of vitality.
There are three treasures and four treasures in the luxurious dog house in the garden. During this period, they have done a very good job in fulfilling their duties. Song Tan stayed with them for a while, and then reluctantly left.
As soon as I entered the yard, I saw the old couple looking like this, and I couldn't help but be curious.
The seventh cousin hummed:
"Going on fire."
Going on fire?
But if you think about it carefully, there was nothing particularly irritating about what you ate yesterday?
Zhang Yanping snickered: "Seventh cousin, did you secretly soak ginseng at night? Why did it make you so angry?" Especially at such an old age, the body's reaction will generally be much slower. Unexpectedly, now The reaction was so great.
The seventh cousin became even more angry: "What do you young people know? I just said that the quilt can't be dried in the sun at once! It can't be dried in the sun! It has to be dried all over the bed. Good guy, how hot is the sun? ! My gums were swollen overnight.”
Zhang Yanping was dumbfounded: "Doesn't basking in the sun kill mites? Seventh cousin, you can't blame others for getting angry."
Song Sancheng laughed: "Yanping, don't you care? You know, it’s really easy to get angry if you cover yourself in the sun at night. It’s Yang Fire, and people who are weak can’t stand it. Cousin, can I grab some wild chrysanthemums to soak in?”
Seven The cousin waved his hand: "I drink tea, and I don't care about your wild chrysanthemums."
He made breakfast in a hurry, turned around and called Qiaoqiao with a small shovel: "Let's go and dig vegetables." ."
After thinking about it, I am now a salaried person, so I have to give my boss some respect, so I asked in a pretentious manner: "Is it okay to eat dandelions for lunch?"< br>
Isn't this a vain question? Whatever the chef cooks is delicious, so of course the big guy can eat whatever he cooks.
Only Zhang Yanping once again lamented the colorful life in his hometown - he picked up ground vegetables after the heavy rain last time, but he chose not to talk about it all morning, and today he has to dig dandelions again.
"The whole village has eaten all the species..."
He muttered, but he spontaneously picked up a small basket and went out with Qiao Qiao.
Song Sancheng was tightening the handle of the shovel in his hand. At this moment, he said with a smile: "Yan Ping is very diligent."
Song Tan chuckled: He is looking for business opportunities everywhere and lose weight by the way. Besides, if he doesn't do any work after eating three big bowls, Song Tan will have to send him back.
But now she remembered again: "Dad, I see some white fungus on the mountain are almost mature. You can pick some and bring them back to taste at home."
It’s definitely not bad anyway.
Song Sancheng stopped what he was doing and looked thoughtful: "Strange to say, everything is growing well this year. Except for the fact that there are more bugs, I really haven't gotten sick."
"I remember when I was growing Tremella fuciformis, it was easy to get gray mold. I would scrape a small piece of bamboo on the tree every day just to remove the mold. Finally, I would have to apply lime water to disinfect it... This It’s good to put it down, it’s really easy.”
As for the white fungus, he used to dry it every day and pay attention to it!
"I took a look, and there wasn't much picked in the first crop this time. After drying, it was only a pound or two."
That's quite a lot.
Song Tan muttered: "These things are sold by the gram online."
But there is another thing -
"Over there in the chestnut garden, black fungus and white fungus are placed under half of the trees, and the other half is empty. What do you think we should plant?"
Now There was no urgent work at hand, and Song Sancheng had no objection to planting. Anyway, he could plant anything, as long as it wasn't sweet potatoes.
He thought for a while: "How about growing more beans, soybeans are indispensable."
That's true.
It can also be used to grind soy milk, grind tofu and pick out bean skin, and the bean dregs can even be used for cooking.
Of course, if you don’t want to fry it, you can also feed chickens and pigs, or press oil.
Okay!
Song Tan made the final decision: "Do you still have the soybeans you planted last time? I ordered the beans while no one was there in the morning."
Song Sancheng thought for a while and picked them up too. The hoe came: "The land was plowed last time, but it rained heavily now. I'll plow it a little more in front, and you can follow behind and sow the seeds."
Song Tan was now much stronger than Song Sancheng. She took the hoe without leaving a trace, and then stuffed a small bag of soybeans into it! "Dad, let me do it."
In the blink of an eye, the whole yard was empty again.
The three little native dogs walked around in the yard several times and found that there was no one there, so they snorted and began to dig around among the debris again.
On this side, the seventh cousin spotted an unattended field and walked over it, stepping on the green ridges that were also covered with grass roots.
Grandma Qi is in a good mood even though her mouth is angry, and she is still in the mood to coax her children:
"Qiao Qiao, do you want to eat the grass roots? Grandma will dig them up for you."
Qiao Qiao nodded happily: "Eat." She dug out several white cogon grass roots.
This grass root tastes sweet when chewed. It is perfect for country children to use to pass the time when they were young.
Grandma Qi washed a handful of Imperata roots with water in the ditch and prepared them for Qiao Qiao. Thinking about it now that she is used to using tap water, her child’s belly may not be as strong as when she was a child...
Better take it back.
I get angry whenever I dry myself under a quilt...
Have you ever eaten the roots of Imperata cogongrass?
I’m very sleepy. It should be the third update tonight, because I fell asleep several times while writing, so I have to wait until I wake up before revising it...
If I can’t wait, I’ll do it tomorrow morning. Take a look.
(End of this chapter)