Chapter 4 4 I Grow Corn to Feed You

Chapter 4 4. I will grow corn to feed you

The yard in my hometown is quite big, and the cement floor has cracks. In the middle of winter, there was still a small purple-flowered plant that emerged from the crack, blooming a small purple flower trembling in the cold wind.

Song Tan stared at the flower, feeling that the environment had changed and even this little wild flower had become more beautiful.

Song Sancheng put his luggage in the main room and called his daughter quickly:

"Tantan, it's cold outside, hurry inside and warm yourself by the fire."

He also rubbed his hands and feet: "It's so cold when riding a motorcycle!"

Song Tan was slow to react for a moment - yes, it is indeed very cold to ride a bicycle in the winter.

But she didn't feel much.

Spreading his hands, he saw that the palms of his hands were as white as jade. It must have been that he had worked hard to repair his body in the car accident, hoping to avoid the fate of death. As a result, his body had been tempered to a certain extent.

However, it is very limited.

For example, at this moment, a gust of cold wind blew by, and Song Tan's body shivered uncontrollably. She was stunned for a moment, and then quickly rushed into the house.

This is a heated cabin.

The area was small. There was an iron stove in the corner next to the window, with a square iron plate on top. The flue was made long, bending at the ceiling, and spreading to the wall hole on the other wall.

In this way, the flames in the furnace are blazing, and the hot and sultry smoke is discharged from the house through the flue. As long as the fire is lit, the whole house will be warm, comparable to the heating room in the Northeast.

Song Sancheng hasn't seen his daughter for a long time - that's the bad thing about working in a big city. There are few holidays and it's hard to buy tickets during rush hour.

The last time I saw you was during the Chinese New Year.

But I only had three days off, and I had to work overtime on the fourth day of the Lunar New Year, which was very hard.

His first child was such a girl, and she always said what she said. Even if a son was born later, this was still the habit.

After thinking about it for a while, I didn’t know what to say, so I stretched out my ruthless iron hand and took down the roasted sweet potatoes from the stove:

"Are you hungry? Eat a sweet potato cushion!"

He was not afraid of being burned, and Song Tan was not afraid now. He reached out and took it: "Dad, you can eat it too."

"I won't eat it!" Song Sancheng quickly waved his hand: "When I was a child, you made sweet potatoes for us to eat every day. If we eat too much of this, we will get heartburn and injury."

Song Tan was silent for a moment.

Song Sancheng finally found the topic: "How long will you stay at home when you come back this time?"

Song Tan opened her mouth. Obviously in the world of cultivating immortals, she has always been straightforward and willing to do anything if she doesn't accept it. But at this moment, the words she spoke were as heavy as a thousand pounds.

"Dad, I quit my job and want to go home and farm."

Song Sancheng fell silent for a moment, and then he sighed: "Tan Tan, you don't know the hard work of farming."

"When a college student comes back to farm, I'm not afraid of being laughed at, but you really can't bear the hardship."

The implication is that I disagree.

Song Tan was not in a hurry: "Dad, when I was a child, I pulled peanuts, broke corn, picked tea leaves and watered the vegetable garden. I also did farm work."

"How much work can you do?"

Song Sancheng pointed at the spray bucket placed in the utility room opposite: "You can't even carry that bucket!"

It was an old-fashioned blue plastic spray bucket. It weighed thirty kilograms when filled with water. You had to carry it around when spraying.

But compared to digging tea mountains, cutting rice and transplanting rice seedlings, this is already an extremely easy job.

Don't think that people in rural areas don't use pesticides. Cordyceps is highly resistant to pesticides these days. Everyone else is using it. If you don't, then just wait until the grain and tea leaves are eaten up!

While he was talking, Wu Lan came into the house with a basin of milky white fish soup. The lingering fragrance filled the air. Even though there was still a slight smell of impurities in it, it was much better than what he tasted during the day.

"Tantan, drink more soup tonight. Your father caught the crucian carp from that wild pond. It is very nutritious. Please take more supplements."

I turned around and saw the small piece of gauze on my daughter's head. After hearing that it was accidentally knocked on, I became more determined to serve my daughter two more bowls of soup at night!

Wu Lan placed the basin on the iron table of the stove to heat it up, and then he saw the sweet potato in Song Tan's hand:

"Tantan, don't eat the sweet potatoes yet. These are our local sweet potatoes with white hearts. They are chewy and choking. Save them for the night. Don't wait until you can't eat."

After saying that, without waiting for an answer, he hurried back to the kitchen.

Song Tan put the sweet potatoes aside and looked at Song Sancheng's complicated expression. Then he picked up the heavy blue medicine bucket, opened the faucet on the side, and poured water directly into it.

"Tantan!"

Song Sancheng also came out - looking at his daughter's effortless movements, he felt sad for some reason.

My daughter has been obedient and sensible since she was a child. She is frugal and not willing to spend money while working outside, just for this family.

Now the child has a wound on his head and said he resigned when he came back. He must have been wronged in Ningcheng... Also, he works overtime every time he calls and lives in such a small house. How can he not endure hardship?

At this moment, Song Sancheng was already shaken.

If the children want to come back and farm, they can farm. If they really can't bear the hardship, the worst they can do is find a job in their urban area, which is close to home.

Just as Song Sancheng was about to speak, he saw that the spray bucket was full, and his daughter, who "cannot endure hardship", was carrying it like a toy bear.

At this moment, 58-year-old authentic farmer Song Sancheng looked at his rough hands and felt confused:

Why do I think that bucket is heavy?

Am I getting old?

…

At this moment, a cheerful shout suddenly came from the distance:

"elder sister!"

Song Tan turned her head subconsciously and saw a young boy in a black cotton vest running from the road. He had long legs and was about 1.8 meters tall, but he was thin. But his skin was fair and he had a dimple on his cheek. At this moment, he ran over with a smile, and his whole body was filled with joy:

"Sister!"

This is her younger brother Song Qiao, who is 18 years old physically and 6 years old mentally.

Ulan gave birth to him when she was 40 years old. There was no habit of prenatal check-ups in the countryside, so he was born like this and always retained the mind of a 6 or 7 year old.

But he was very well-behaved and sensible. Song Tan brought him up when he was a child.

Until she left home to go to school and then stayed in Ningcheng...

Song Qiao stood in front of Song Tan, his eyes sparkling, looking at her obediently, like a puppy.

Song Tan stretched out her hand, and the boy lowered his head obediently and let her touch his cold face: "Qiao Qiao."

"Yeah!"

"I'll come back to accompany you, okay?"

"Okay!" Very loud.

Then he looked at Song Sancheng hesitantly: "But Dad said that you have to make money, it's very tiring, I can't bother you."

Song Tan laughed, and checked his hands again, looking at whether the nails were clean - very good, not picking mud in the winter.

"Making money is too tiring, sister doesn't want to make money anymore, come back to accompany Qiao Qiao, accompany mom and dad, let's do it together. Okay?"

Song Qiao didn't know what it meant for the rare college students in the village to come back to farm, he just cheered:

"Great!"

"Don't be afraid, sister! I can grow corn, I will support you!"

This time, even Song Sancheng, who had been looking bitter, laughed:

"You can only put corn kernels in the pit and then break them off the stalks. How can you grow corn!"

Thank Qianqiu for the reward, and thank you for your support! This article is still slow to heat up.

Prices, villages, farming, environment, climate, each place has different living habits, I promise I didn't write it randomly. So don't be anxious when you see different opinions, just treat it as a trip to a distant rural area.