Chapter 162 162 Drying the Quilt

Chapter 162 162. Drying the Quilt

After the Qingming Festival, the family was rarely free.

Of course, this free time was limited. For example, Wulan still insisted on going up the mountain to pick tea every day, working tirelessly.

Song Sancheng took people to clean up the seventh cousin's house. Wulan also helped to pack up the old cotton quilts and asked Song Tan to take them to the town to play them again.

The sun was warm and scorching all day. That night, Grandma Qi and the seventh cousin couldn't wait to go home and sleep.

In fact, sleeping in Song Tan's house is a sweet and deep sleep, and you will feel refreshed in the morning!

But although you sleep comfortably, you always feel a little uncomfortable before going to bed. The old saying is: a golden nest or a silver nest is not as good as your own doghouse.

The old couple is even more unaccustomed to it.

So when they returned home, they laid two thick mattresses and spread out the old coarse cloth sheets. After all, the temperature in the countryside is still a bit low, especially since they are old and a little afraid of the cold.

Cover it with a thin quilt...

The next morning, the old couple came over with their cheeks covered.

"What's going on?"

Song Tan went to the chestnut garden to feed the dog early in the morning. He took advantage of the heavy dew in the early morning and the spreading of spiritual energy, which also meant that the rain and dew were equally distributed.

The chestnuts were already lush and green, stretching out fresh green leaves, layered on the branches, and were particularly lively.

In the middle of the leaves, long strips of flower buds were looming, and they would bloom soon. I think it must be a good year.

On the fence surrounding the edge of the garden, the golden cherry with tender branches was tied by Song Sancheng with a rope, and it had climbed up quite sensibly.

The tender leaves above stretched out, the purple-red tender stems below were strong and fat, and the fingernail-sized flower buds were looming, which was full of vitality.

In the luxurious doghouse in the garden are Sanbao and Sibao. They have been doing their duty very well during this period. Song Tan has been with them for a long time. Now they are reluctant to leave.

As soon as I entered the yard, I saw the old couple like this, and I couldn't help but be curious.

The seventh cousin hummed:

"It's irritating."

It's irritating?

But think about it carefully, there was nothing particularly irritating to eat yesterday?

Zhang Yanping laughed: "Seventh cousin, did you secretly soak ginseng at night? How come it's so irritating?" Especially at such an old age, the body's reaction will be much slower. I didn't expect that the reaction is still so strong now.

The seventh cousin was even more angry: "What do you young people know? I told you that the quilt can't be exposed to the sun, it can't be exposed to the sun! He insisted on spreading it all over the place. My goodness, how hot is the sun! My gums are swollen all night."

Zhang Yanping was dumbfounded: "Doesn't sunbathing kill mites? Seventh cousin, you can't put the blame on others for getting angry."

Song Sancheng laughed: "Yanping, you don't understand. It is easy to get angry if you expose the quilt to the sun at night. That is yang fire. People with weak constitutions can't stand it. Uncle, I'll grab you a handful of wild chrysanthemums to soak?"

The seventh cousin waved his hand: "I drink tea leaves, I don't care about your wild chrysanthemums."

He hurriedly made breakfast here, turned around and picked up a small shovel and called Qiao Qiao: "Come on, go, go dig vegetables."

After thinking about it, after all, he is now a salaried person, and he has to give his employer some respect, so he asked pretentiously: "Can I eat dandelions at noon? It can reduce the heat."

Isn't this question in vain? If everything the chef cooks tastes good, then naturally everyone can eat anything.

Only Zhang Yanping sighed again that life back home is colorful - he picked ground vegetables after the last heavy rain, and he picked them for a whole morning, and today he has to dig dandelions again.

"All the species in the village have been eaten..."

He muttered, but he spontaneously picked up a small basket and went out with Qiao Qiao.

Song Sancheng was tidying up the handle of the shovel in his hand, and now he smiled and said: "Yanping is much more diligent."

Song Tan snorted and laughed: He is looking for business opportunities everywhere and losing weight at the same time.

Besides, if he doesn't do any work, Song Tan will have to send him back if he doesn't do any work.

But now she remembered again: "Dad, I see some white fungus on the mountain is almost ripe, we can pick some and taste it at home."

Anyway, it will definitely not be bad.

Song Sancheng stopped what he was doing, looking thoughtful: "Strangely enough, everything is growing well this year. Except for more insects, there are really no diseases."

"I remember when I planted Tremella, it was prone to gray mold. I scraped the tree with a small bamboo stick every day to remove the mold, and finally applied lime water to disinfect and sterilize... Now it's good, it's really easy."

As for Tremella, he used to turn it over and air it every day, keeping an eye on it!

"I saw that there were not many picked in the first batch this time. It's only about one or two kilograms after drying."

It's quite a lot.

Song Tan muttered: "This thing is sold by gram online."

There is another thing-

"Over in the chestnut garden, half of the trees are planted with black fungus and Tremella, and the other half is empty. What do you think we should plant?"

Now that there is nothing important to do, Song Sancheng is not opposed to planting. Anyway, anything is fine, as long as it is not sweet potato.

He thought for a moment and said, "Why not plant more beans? Soybeans are indispensable."

That's right.

You can grind soy milk, grind tofu, and pick out the bean skin. The bean dregs can even be used for cooking.

Of course, if you don't want to cook, you can feed chickens and pigs, or extract oil.

Okay!

Song Tan made the decision: "Do you still have the soybeans you saved last time? I'll plant the beans while no one is there in the morning."

Song Sancheng thought about it and picked up the hoe: "The land was plowed last time, but it just rained heavily. I'll turn it over a little bit in front, and you follow behind to sow the seeds."

Song Tan is much stronger than Song Sancheng now. She took the hoe without leaving a trace, and then stuffed a small bag of soybeans over! "Dad, let me do it."

In the blink of an eye, the whole yard was empty again.

The three little dogs circled around in the yard for a few times, and found that there was no one, so they hummed and started to dig in the pile of debris again.

And on this side, the seventh cousin spotted a piece of wasteland that no one cared about, and walked over on the green ridge that was also covered with grass roots.

Although Grandma Qi had a sore throat, she was in a good mood. She was in a good mood to coax the child:

"Qiao Qiao, do you want to eat grass roots? Grandma will dig some for you."

Qiao Qiao nodded happily: "Eat."

Grandma Qi then used the shovel to dig on the ridge of the field, and she dug out several tender white roots of white grass.

These grass roots taste sweet when chewed, and it is perfect for rural children to kill time when they are young.

Grandma Qi washed a handful of white grass roots in the field ditch with water, preparing to give them to Qiao Qiao. After thinking about it, after all, nowadays, we are used to using tap water, and the child's stomach is probably not as strong as when he was young...

Let's take it back.

I get a sore throat whenever I cover myself with a quilt in the sun...

Have you eaten white grass roots?

I am so sleepy. It should be three o'clock tonight, because I fell asleep several times while writing, so I have to wait until I am awake to revise...

If you can't wait, read it tomorrow morning.