Chapter 266 266. The size of white fungus
“Boom!”
With a loud noise, the old house where Song Tan lived for decades finally collapsed under the swing of the excavator. Covered half of the courtyard wall.
At this moment, the engineering teams each have their own tasks. Song Tan and his family looked at the yard full of childhood memories, feeling both excited and confused.
Ulan, on the other hand, wiped away his tears with rare emotion.
"How long did your dad have to work with people in the village to build this house? It was so hot in the summer that the skin on his back was peeling layer by layer, but the house was built... Later, the shed on the roof, and this The kitchen and everything else were all put together bit by bit."
"I have been in debt for several years to build this house, and now..."
Song Sancheng felt a little uncomfortable: " What are you talking about? Of course, life will get better as time goes by. Now we enjoy the blessing of being a daughter. You should enjoy it..."
"What enjoyment!" Ulan put away her tears and stared at him: "You Don’t think I can’t find the fishing rod hidden in that shed! I’m too lazy to argue with you.”
“How much work is there at home? You still dream of fishing, hurry up! Find someone to pick the peach blossoms.”
"I think there is an open space under the peach grove and beside the pond. Why don't you lead Qiao Qiao to spread some corn and sorghum or something to save the child from talking about it all the time."
Qiao Qiao knows how to grow corn. But this year, I just didn’t give him a chance to play!
It's already May. If I don't give Qiaoqiao any hope, is it worthy of my child's hard work for the past six months?
As for sorghum, this was the seventh cousin’s suggestion.
He said to plant a little and make wine in autumn.
In this case, there is a place in every corner, so just sow the seeds in there, as long as they survive, the yield does not matter.
Song Sancheng: ...
Thinking of his fishing rod, he did feel a little guilty. At this moment, without saying a word, he took Qiaoqiao, who was curiously watching someone else's house demolition, and took it with him. Hoe the seeds and go to open up wasteland.
At this moment, the guy driving the excavator stuck his head out from the high car window and shouted: "Sister! Don't worry! You know my excavator skills. Our house is guaranteed to provide you with a day's work." You broke it into pieces!”
That’s not necessary.
Song Tan looked at him curiously: "Why did you join the engineering team?"
This young man came to clear up wasteland on their mountain in March.
The young man is a down-to-earth man, he eats a lot and works hard. He finished the seven days of work in five days. It is hard to find such a down-to-earth young man these days.
Song Tan was quite surprised when she met an acquaintance.
The young man has been missing for months, and his skin has darkened several degrees. Now he smiles and shows his big white teeth:
"Sister, their engineering team is very famous, and the wages are high. As soon as I heard that they were coming to work in the village, I immediately followed." The team brought their own food, not at my sister's house to eat..."
His face was filled with sadness.
Song Tan...
She didn't dare to accept this - don't you all know how many people in your engineering team there are and how much they can eat?
Now that the family has moved to her grandfather's house, she doesn't even plan to take care of the food when she hires people to do the work.
For example, picking peach blossoms is just like a few aunts who are still picking tea. When the time comes, everyone goes back to their houses to have dinner.
It’s not that grandpa’s yard is small or cramped. In fact, grandpa’s yard is quite big.
But the problem is that the white fungus that has caught up with the mountains can now be picked in large areas, so they have to hurry up and dry it.
If you stack them layer by layer and dry them in the sun, you have to have some space, right? In this way, it will be inconvenient to save food. There are also fungus, which grow slightly slower. But Song Tan estimated that another month would be enough.
Oh, summer is really a harvest season!
The whole family crowded into their old house, and the happiest ones were Song Youde and Wang Lifen.
The two of them still have old ideas. They always think that it is best for a family to be lively and lively, but the branches of the tree are so big that the family is divided. After the youngest son Song Sancheng got married, the family was divided.
The couple is comfortable living together, but sometimes they inevitably miss their children.
Now that Song Tan has built a new home and is temporarily living here, they don't feel noisy at all.
According to Song Youde's words: "This is the peak of popularity in the family, and it is obvious that it is going to prosper!"
But before it prospers, he still has to ride his elderly battery car, one trip after another. Run towards the mountains.
I saw him once again riding his car, roaring down the long slope, and then turned into his yard by a familiar road.
Song Tan couldn't help but feel her heart skip a beat!
This old man has a car and he doesn’t even know how old he is!
On the special seat originally reserved for grandma, there was a large basket full of freshly picked white fungus.
Seeing this made her feel helpless: "Grandpa, doesn't my uncle Zhang drive a tricycle? You don't need to work."
"How can that be done?"
Song Youdeke Dissatisfied with the old man: "His tricycle is a tricycle. Our white fungus has grown so much. I have nothing to do anyway. What's wrong with riding around?"
This car is now the only one in the village, so it’s quite popular! The eyes of all the little old men turned green with greed. Song Youde always felt like riding a bike!
Although it does not carry as much cargo as Zhang Wang’s small three-wheeler, it is very convenient for hauling things in the fields on a daily basis.
Song Tan: ...Okay, as long as you are happy.
She didn’t try to persuade her, she just lowered her head and looked at the white fungus in the basket.
The white fungus on the chestnut tree growing wildly in the mountains has received the sun, rain and dew, and now it has completely unfolded its milky white "petals".
Only those that are ripe in this way will be picked.
Zhang Yanping knelt down and took a look, wondering:
“I thought you could grow anything! I don’t think this Tremella is very good. Have you seen the Gutian Tremella? ? I can’t even hold one with my open hand! It’s so big, so round, and so white!”
The seventh cousin was resting next to him. Hearing this, he glanced at him: “What are you going to eat?” ”
“The white fungus growing on the tree trunk is small and has strong vitality.”
"It was born and raised by nature. It is so big and not standard."
"On the contrary, people are now building greenhouses to scientifically grow large-scale plants, the kind that rely on mushroom sticks to be densely packed in a room. That one is neat, round and big.”
“But the problem is that it doesn’t taste good.”
Zhang Yanping: ...Actually, he doesn’t think there’s any difference. It’s not all broken. Got some soup?
He secretly muttered whether he dared to be so presumptuous in front of the chef, but the seventh cousin already knew what he had guessed, and now he laughed:
"You, you still eat too little of the good stuff. Just say that the vegetables in the greenhouse and the vegetables in the fields are different if one has the taste of vegetables and the other does not!"
Song Youde said this I really agree: "It's very expensive to buy vegetables in the winter, but the taste is not that good."
But what the taste is, they can't tell, it's just the taste of vegetables.
Wait a moment, there is more.
The prices of basswood tremella and ordinary tremella are not the same. By the gram.
(End of this chapter)