Song Tan Jishi

Song Tan: ...

Can she say she forgot?

The so-called selection refers to the need to use tea handles in the process of tea frying. Tea handles are generally made of thin bamboo branches, and some delicate branches will inevitably break and fall into them under high temperature baking.

Moreover, it is inevitable that some old leaves will be brought on the tea during the picking process, and they will turn yellow during the frying process, which is easy to distinguish and be picked out.

But that's okay.

She didn't change her face: "It's okay, Mom, at worst, they will have the priority to buy tea in the future. You can find someone to pick and choose from now on."

Ulan was also silent - why don't you go to heaven if you still have the priority?

She dreams at night that people think it is expensive and come to refund.

But after selling everything, I can only think about the good.

"Then there's no rush. I read the forecast that there will be rain the day after tomorrow. When it rains, I won't be able to work outside. I'll call your four aunts over to pick tea. They don't care about the money... sit and chat together chant."

Five or six catties of dry tea a day, only a few dozen catties have been saved in these few days, and it only takes a while.

Isn't it shabby to use this to raise money?

As he said that, he became very proud: "They can earn a lot of money picking tea leaves this year."

Song Sancheng took a puff of a cigarette, and said happily at the moment: "It's still good for our sandalwood to grow, and it's good to farm the land now, and it can give our villagers a chance to make money..."

He was stupid, and he couldn't sum it up. He just murmured and repeated: "It's good, it's good..."

It was difficult for Song Tan to understand this feeling.

Her hometown is her obsession in her previous two lives, and her relatives are her inner belongings, but if it is about the village itself... even in her previous life, since she lived in school, she spent very little time in her hometown.

I have forgotten it for too long, and I don't have such a strong sense of belief.

But now seeing Ulan and Song Sancheng's proud appearance, her heart was slightly touched again.

Jojo sticks his head out:

"Ok?"

He said aggrievedly, "It's getting dark, and the commissary is going to close."

The closing time of the canteen in the village depends on how late the people chatting leave. Song Tan also stood up quickly:

"Your Majesty, let's go."

With a shout, the king obediently came over with the dog leash in his mouth. When the hook was put on the rope ring, Song Tan handed the rope to Qiao Qiao's hand:

"You take it by the hand and walk slowly. Your Majesty is very smart. If there is anything you want to tell him."

While reaching out to touch the king's head, the furry touch made her feel soft, and then a cloud of spiritual energy slowly poured in.

The king whimpered from his throat, and at this moment he let out a low "Wow", and his muscles and bones were stretching silently.

Then he glanced at Song Tan, and then took the initiative to put his head on Qiao Qiao's chest.

This made Jojo so happy!

"Your Majesty really likes me!"

He held the rope proudly: "My lord, let's go buy bubble gum. Do you eat ham? I don't know how much I have left from my wages. Is it enough to buy?"

"Do you eat eggs? If grandma boils eggs for me tomorrow, I'll give them to—"

"No, I can't just give you one, but also a few others..."

He was frowning again, obviously thinking that one egg was not enough.

Then he saw the dog tag on his neck, and he became happy for a moment, holding the dog tag and smiling at Song Tan: "Sister, mother said, I have this tag, and if I get lost, I will take it to the police."

He wrinkled his nose: "Qiao Qiao remembers to clear the way, how could he get lost?"

The siblings chatted and laughed, and soon came to the commissary.

In front of the canteen is an event plaza, which is pitifully small compared to the urban area. But in their village, the folks in the village donated a piece of land for free, so it was paved.

A few aunts whom Song Tan looked familiar but couldn't call out were sitting there talking and laughing, and there were also people shaking slowly on the fitness equipment next to them.

"Oh, why is such a big dog like a tiger!"

The existence of the king is too eye-catching. For a while, even if the two solar street lights on the square are not very bright, everyone still surrounds them curiously.

Of course, I dare not get too close, and only maintain a subtle distance.

Song Tan noticed that there was a young girl here.

She was wearing a simple black baseball uniform, her plain face was not very white, but her eyes were particularly shining, she looked about the same age as Song Tan.

It was rare to see young people in the village, and subconsciously, Song Tan met her gaze and smiled back.

While the other aunts listened to Qiao Qiao loudly introducing the greatness of the king to everyone, they became more and more interested and amazed.

But obviously the king is very measured, except for Qiao Qiao, who dares to approach, it will take a step back with a fierce look!

Although he didn't show any intention of attacking, everyone was a little scared by this air.

When he listened to Qiao Qiao's childish words, saying that there were still seven dogs at home to be guarded in the fields on the mountain, the big guy's expression changed slightly.

Song Tan knew that by noon tomorrow at the latest, the news would spread throughout the village.

At this moment, an old man in the crowd said in a bitter tone: "Oh! Before letting us go, people couldn't support them. How can we still feed this dog? Or are young people nowadays willing to spend money and don't know where? earned money."

Song Tan also downplayed: "Well, it does cost a lot of money. This dog used to be abroad. They always took it out for hunting. They hunted bears and bit tigers."

"It's not inconvenient now, so I gave the dog to me."

She is quite proficient in using spring and autumn brushwork, and for a while, everyone looked at the king with fear.

After a night of fermentation, Song Tan believed it. Tomorrow's rumor is that she raised a dog that ate a tiger.

Maybe I have to add another sentence: This is a dog sent from abroad, even a tiger dares to bite, let alone a human!

As soon as this was said, the old lady did not say a word.

But Song Tan's goal has been achieved, and now he tells Qiao Qiao: "Don't you want to buy chewing gum? Hurry up."

Afterwards, she saw everyone looking at the king vigilantly, and slowly led the king to the road.

Under the hazy streetlight, one person and one dog seemed to be quite at ease.

But at this time, she heard footsteps behind her.

When I turned my head, I saw the young girl chasing after me:

"Song Tan?"

She pursed her lips and smiled, with a beautiful dimple on her cheek, and her expression was indescribably cheerful.

"I've heard your name before."

"I have tasted the milk vetch in your field, and it tastes very good. I wonder what new type of fertilizer or new variety is used?"

Song Tan frowned: "Have you bought it?"

The girl was taken aback for a moment, then her eyes lit up: "Are you still selling this?"

Immediately afterwards, he shook his head: "No. When I was passing by the field, I saw Uncle Li pulling his cow for a long time before pulling it away. I thought how delicious this is, so I went to pull one and taste it."

She held out her hand:

"Hi, my name is Xin Jun. I am the village secretary of Yunqiao Village who just took office last year."

After she finished speaking, she blinked again: "If you have read the news, you should know that more than 900 college student village officials came to our province last year-I am one of them."

Fifth watch, Concubine Wan Gui squeezed me dry, and I seem to have squeezed you dry too... It's gone.

College student village officials are real. Last year, more than 900 people came from our province, completing the appointment of the old and the new (in fact, our village does not have...).

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