Chapter 83 83 Young Girl

Chapter 83 83. Young Girl

Song Tan: ...

Can she say she forgot?

The so-called picking means that tea handles are needed in the process of tea frying. Tea handles are usually made of thin bamboo branches. Some tender branches will inevitably break and fall into the tea leaves under high temperature baking.

In addition, some old leaves will inevitably be brought along during the picking process of tea leaves. They will turn yellow during the frying process and can be easily distinguished and picked out.

But it doesn't matter.

She remained calm: "It's okay, Mom. At most, they will have priority in buying tea leaves in the future. You can find someone to pick the rest."

Wulan was also silent - priority, why don't you go to heaven?

She dreamed at night that people complained about the high price and came to refund.

But since it was sold, she could only think about the good side.

"Then there's no rush. I saw the forecast saying there will be rain the day after tomorrow. When it rains, we can't work outside. I'll call your four aunts who pick tea over. It doesn't matter what money they make... Let's sit and chat together."

Five or six kilograms of dry tea a day, so in these few days, we can only save more than ten kilograms, which will only take a while.

Wouldn't it be embarrassing to take this money?

Then he said proudly: "They can also make a lot of money by picking tea leaves this year."

Song Sancheng took a puff of cigarette and said happily at this moment: "Our Tan Tan is still promising. Now that he is farming well, he can also give our villagers a chance to make money..."

He was not good at speaking and couldn't summarize more. At this moment, he just murmured and repeated: "Very good, very good..."

Song Tan found it difficult to understand this feeling.

Hometown is her obsession in the past and present lives, and relatives are her inner belonging, but as for the village itself... Even in her last life, she has spent very little time in her hometown since she started living in the school.

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

But now, looking at the proud looks of Wulan and Song Sancheng, her heart was touched again.

Qiao Qiao poked her head out:

"Are you done?"

He said aggrievedly: "It's getting dark, and the store is closing."

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

"The king is leaving."

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

"You lead it and walk slowly. The king is very smart. You have to tell it if you have anything."

She reached out and touched the king's head. The furry touch made her heart soft, and then another ball of spiritual energy slowly poured in.

The king whimpered from his throat, and at this moment he woofed in a low voice, and his muscles and bones were silently stretched.

Then he looked at Song Tan, and then he took the initiative to use his head to push Qiao Qiao's chest.

This made Qiao Qiao very happy!

"The King really likes me!"

He held the rope proudly: "King, let's go buy bubble gum. Do you want to eat ham sausage? I don't know how much of my wages are left. Is it enough to buy it?"

"Do you eat eggs? If grandma cooks eggs for me tomorrow, I will share them with-"

"No, I can't just give you one, I have to give them to the others..."

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

Then he saw the dog tag around his neck, and he became happy in an instant. He smiled at Song Tan while holding the dog tag: "Sister, mom said that I have this tag. If I get lost in the future, I will take it to the police."

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

The brother and sister talked and laughed, and soon came to the store.

In front of the store is an activity square, which is naturally pitifully small compared to the urban area. But in their village, it was paved with a piece of land contributed by the villagers for free.

Several aunties who Song Tan was familiar with but could not name were sitting there chatting and laughing. Some people were slowly swinging on the fitness equipment next to them.

"Oh, how can such a big dog be like a tiger!"

The presence of the king was too eye-catching. For a moment, even though the two solar street lights in the square were not very bright, everyone still gathered around curiously.

Of course, they did not dare to get too close, and only kept a subtle distance.

Song Tan noticed that there was a young girl here.

She was wearing a simple black baseball jacket, and her face was not very white without makeup, but her eyes were particularly bright. She looked about the same age as Song Tan.

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

The other aunties listened to Qiao Qiao loudly introducing the king's greatness to everyone, and they became more and more interested and amazed.

But it was obvious that the king was very sensible. Except for Qiao Qiao, whoever dared to approach, he would step back with a fierce look!

Although he didn't show any intention to attack, his attitude scared everyone.

When they heard Qiao Qiao's childish words, saying that there were seven dogs at home that would be released to guard the fields on the mountain, everyone's expressions changed slightly.

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

At this moment, an old man in the crowd said in a sarcastic tone: "Oh! Before releasing us, people couldn't even make a living, and they still fed this dog? It's still the young people nowadays who are willing to spend money. I don't know where they earn the money."

Song Tan also said lightly: "Well, it does cost a lot. This dog used to be abroad. They take it out hunting, hunting bears and biting tigers."

"It's not convenient now, so just give me the dog."

She was very skilled in using the Spring and Autumn style of writing, and for a moment, 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 had eaten a tiger.

Maybe they will add another sentence: This is a dog sent from abroad, and it dares to bite tigers, let alone people!

After saying this, the old lady really kept silent.

And Song Tan's goal had been achieved, and now she told Qiao Qiao: "Don't you want to buy chewing gum? Go quickly."

Then, she looked at everyone's vigilant look at the king's expression, and slowly led the king to the road.

Under the dim street lights, one person and one dog actually showed a bit of peace.

At this time, she heard footsteps behind her.

When he turned around, he saw the young girl catching up with him:

"Song Tan, right?"

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

"I've heard of your name a long time ago."

"I've tasted the Chinese astragalus in your field, and it tastes very good. I wonder what new fertilizer or new variety you use?"

Song Tan raised his eyebrows: "Have you bought it?"

The girl was stunned, and then her eyes lit up: "Are you still selling this?"

Then she shook her 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 it must be, so I pulled one to try."

She stretched out her hand:

"Hello, my name is Zhu Jun. I am the village party secretary of our Yunqiao Village who just took office last year."

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

Five o'clock, Concubine Wan squeezed me dry, and I seem to have squeezed you dry too...no more, no more.

College student village officials are real. Our province had more than 900 of them last year, completing the appointment of new and old officials (actually, there are none in our village...).

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