MTL - Song Tan Jishi-Chapter 377 377. Diverse hobbies

  After Song Tan finished his speech, he showed Xin Jun the words of clarification—after all, he is here to be a serious tutor, so he can't destroy his innocence just out of thin air.

  Xin Jun: …

  It doesn't matter what Cheng doesn't clarify, anyway, he is unlikely to throw away this job for his girlfriend for the time being. Really Rice Bowl.

  But the problem is—

   "Song Tan, didn't you just say that you planned to hire someone to cut the rice to choose a boyfriend? Why do you want a golden house to hide your beauty now?"

   And these are all tiger and wolf words!

  Exercising is exercising, talking about core flexibility... The combination of the upper and lower sentences is yellowed!

  Song Tan thought for a while: "Oh, that may be because my hobbies are changeable—but isn't it normal for people to have multiple hobbies?"

   "What hobbies?" Zhang Yanping passed by and said casually, "It's normal to have a variety of hobbies!"

   Xin Jun stared at him angrily—"We're talking about the type she likes! You didn't listen to what she said, she likes a variety of things!"

   "It's normal!" Internet expert Zhang Yanping couldn't understand Xin Jun's madness: "The little girl now, what kind of milk dog, uncle, or domineering president... No one makes a choice, they want to!"

  Song Tan applauded quickly: "Yes! I am such a person!"

  Xin Jun: …

  …

  The classmate association had to coordinate according to everyone's time and arrangement, so Wu Qianqian couldn't deliver the watermelon she wanted for a while.

  As for the 50 watermelons ordered by the guy from the police station, since he has already taken a few away, it can last for a day or two for the time being, so there is no rush.

  Song Tan looked at the pre-sale list on the Internet, thinking about how much to sell tomorrow... Turning around, he saw old man Li wearing a straw hat, swaying slowly.

   "Tan Tan, let me see how the weather has been in the past few days? If it is good, I will start to drain the field today, and we can prepare to harvest rice."

   "Ah yo!" Song Tan became excited—her rice!

   This can be harvested?

  The local people don't grow double-cropping rice very much, so she is boldly trying it out by relying on aura. Some time ago, I observed that the growth was quite good, but I didn't expect to be able to harvest in a blink of an eye.

  When Song Youde heard the news, he also got out of the room, and he was very happy when he saw old man Li:

   "You still know how to serve the rice. I walked there the day before yesterday and saw that the ears of rice were heavy, full and big, and I didn't even want to pinch them off..."

  Old man Li was even more embarrassed: "What are you talking about?"

"We have been growing rice all our lives, when did we grow rice that is resistant to insects and disease-free? A plant with such full and strong spikes! In the early years, whoever's rice was planted like this, everyone from all over the world had to come and see it... or you The rice seeds are well selected, and I don’t even know what kind of nutrient solution Tan Tan added to it.”

  No wonder now that rice can be grown casually to yield more than 1,000 catties per mu. Science is still different.

   The two looked at each other, and both felt that the other was of a high standard.

  Song Sancheng was also happy from ear to ear:

   "For so many years, I miss the taste of this rice at home! I feel that if I buy other rice in the future, there will be no fragrance."

  Song Youde glared at him: "You are not out of your mind. What kind of rice did we grow before? Can it taste better than the Wuchang rice that Tan Tan bought later?"

  They used to grow ordinary indica rice, the kind that costs two yuan a catty in the supermarket now, not crystal clear, but also dusty and yellowish, and the taste is not very good.

  It means high yield, strong resistance to lodging by diseases and insect pests, and low cost, so every household grows it.

   In terms of taste, it is indeed far behind.

  Song Sancheng was not convinced: "The variety of rice is not as good as others, but the rice harvested by my own family always tastes like rice. The ones I bought are crystal clear, and I always feel that there is almost something..."

  Zhang Yanping nodded—he had been connected to a grain merchant before, so he knew a little bit about it:

   "It is indeed the case. Because if you want to sell the rice now, you must have good packaging, high-quality appearance, and try to preserve it for as long as possible."

   "So we used to take the threshing machine out of the shell and it was done. When cooking, we had to pick out the sand and broken shells inside..."

  When he was a child, he was the most impatient to do this.

   "But now the rice needs to be polished, of course it will be crystal clear."

  However, the most nutritious germ layer has been ground away, so it is full of starch.

  This is also the reason why rice is not recommended as the staple food in all recipes when losing weight in recent years.

   It's not because the rice is bad and nutritious, but because of the current processing method, its nutrition cannot be preserved.

  Unless you buy expensive germ rice with a short shelf life, you will deliberately keep these nutrient layers.

  Song Youde didn't quite understand what the germ was or wasn't the germ, but it didn't prevent him from understanding it. At this moment he sighed:

   "Anyway, I can eat enough now. When I'm full, let's talk about nutrition and taste... This year's rice is nutritious, so I will eat more."

  He thought very openly, but at the moment he couldn't help worrying: "But now the yard is full, how can I dry the rice on the two acres of land?"

  The little old man's memory of threshing rice still stays when the sickle is cutting the rice.

  At that time, the harvested rice had to be picked back, pulled to the drying ground to dry it out, and then manually pulled the heavy round stones to grind them over and over again to remove the ears.

  Finally, dry the dust and then pound the rice...

  In short, busy farming involves planting seeds and rushing to harvest. It’s so hard that I can’t even shed tears!

  Zhang Yanping was taken aback:

   "How to dry it?"

   Isn’t it enough to use the harvester to walk in the field for ten or twenty minutes, harvest the rice, smash the straw, and just pile up the remaining grains in the open space to dry?

  Song Sancheng laughed.

   "You young people, you just don't take money seriously—we only have two acres of land in total, and it's still a mountainous area. If you ask someone to drive a harvester, how much does he have to pay for an acre of land?"

  If the whole village harvests, or in the Great Plains, the price for harvesting an acre of land is 80-150, which is acceptable to everyone.

  Because people can earn money back by quantity.

  But he only has two acres, even if it is 150 acres, labor, oil costs, plus machine loss...is it enough?

   It's still a hot day, who cares about doing this business?

  But if you add money per mu of land, for example, to 300—God! Then Song Sancheng didn't dare to think about it.

  The state regulates the price of grain, and the price of grain cannot be raised. If this is the case, the two acres of land will not earn a penny for a year of hard work, and they will have to pay back!

  Of course, they didn't intend to sell it, but as long as the financial accounts are settled, no one can part with the money.

  Zhang Yanping was at a loss—

   "Otherwise, in such a hot day, we have to harvest manually, when will we have to do it?"

  The so-called "Wangshan ran dead horse". Two acres of land, people say it lightly, if you really do farm work, you can't see the end if you bend down...

  Harvest yourself?

  He shivered, unable to imagine.

  Thank you for the reward. Please help me remember, and I will update it after the new year.