Chapter 1766: Chapter 1623: Song Sancheng, the Toiler
Song Sancheng was actually quite pleased with how he handled his daughter.
When Song Tan first ca back last year, he and Wu Lan were so busy every day that their feet barely touched the ground.
Although their children were stronger, doing a lot of hard work, the thought of planning today and planting that piece of land tomorrow filled him with so anxiety.
Fortunately, the family’s wealth increased rapidly, and he was, to so extent, happily busy.
By the second half of the year, the family’s situation had stabilized, and various tasks were handled by hired workers, so he only needed to lend a hand occasionally. With the motivation to learn to drive and buy a car, life was still lovely.
But after New Year, everything seed different.
Maybe seeing how hard they worked previously, all work plans for this year had been arranged in advance.
Credit must be given to Professor Song’s three agriculture students. Even though they were young, they ran through the whole mountain every day, giving plans that were perfectly organized, unaffected by rain or snow.
Later, Xiaoyang’s dad delivered a lot of farming equipnt, making tasks at ho much easier.
Nowadays, as soon as workers are needed, villagers eagerly sign up for minor farm chores. For serious tasks, there’s no use for him, and he can’t force himself to get involved.
People would jokingly say, "With the family making so much money, why still work yourself? Aren’t your children concerned about you...?"
Even though it’s a joke, he wouldn’t listen to it.
So the lifelong farr, never having paused, ended up wandering at ho, setting up fishing nets, tidying up the vegetable plot across the road, fetching so bamboo shoots from the zoo, cutting down a few bamboo stalks...
This work, though, takes strength; usually, he would dig for half a day before Qiaoqiao quickly finished it in a few moves.
The six acres in front of the house have now been converted into a nursery plot, and the use of greenhouse mbranes—those three students are even more proficient than himself. He’s worried about accidentally ssing sothing up.
As for picking tea... that job requires standing in the tea fields all day, inching forward bit by bit, and it doesn’t match his energetic nature.
This back-and-forth led him to reconcile with himself and find a hobby that truly fits his heart, which is—
Fishing.
Although his skill isn’t very good, as long as he doesn’t use worms from his own yard, no matter what’s learned online, on Douyin, he even self-taught how to use little green books, becoming a skilled online-surfing middle-aged man.
Yet, he tried all the bait recipes from the top, and none worked.
As long as it wasn’t from his own ho, those fish were so smart that they wouldn’t eat a bite!
Sitting by the river, watching a big fish’s shadow circle around the hook, it swims back and forth but won’t bite.
After sitting there empty-handed for a long ti, he realized that he could catch air better than fish, not even as good as those fishern before.
Song Sancheng was greatly frustrated but, learning from his mistakes and reflecting in ti, thought it was because his fishing rod wasn’t high-end enough, thus falling into the trap of buying fishing rods.
With more back-and-forth, the quality of fishing rods is nearing four digits—how outrageous!
How could an old farr be willing to spend money like this? He still gets his monthly allowance from Wu Lan!
Now, in the scorching heat, he’s sitting at ho when a task from his daughter arrives.
Now she wants to raise local fiddler crabs and green crabs, and wants to breed crayfish... Honestly, considering the water quality in their pond, breeding crayfish is completely wasting resources.
Fortunately, it seems there’s no need to do business; just for their own family to eat, so it’s specially being tried in a small muddy pond, and it should work.
As for how to raise local green crabs and fiddler crabs?
Don’t let him boast big, but in reality, he has no clue. Fortunately, Song Tan tily provided the fishery boss’s contact, making Song Sancheng feel like the head of the household.
Additionally, he felt the children’s reliance on him reappeared, bringing him great joy.
With renewed vigor, he straightened his outfit and took out the car keys.
Then casually and deliberately said, "I’m heading out for a bit, got so errands."
Wu Lan was tidying up her clothes, not noticing his previous phone conversation where he couldn’t stop smiling, now puzzled:
"Going out by car? Where to? If you’re going to town, buy so fishing nets on the way ho; we’re using it all the ti, it’s got a tear."
Song Sancheng smiled proudly: "I’m not going to town, I’m heading to the urban area. Your daughter has assigned tasks, asking
to research how to raise crayfish and crabs. You tell , thinking one idea after another."
With a complaining look, he said, "If I don’t hurry up, can she eat them by Mid-Autumn?"
They say, this family wouldn’t function without him!
Then he added: "The fishing net you ntioned, I’ll buy it after I survey the fishery."
Once he finished talking, he raised his chin and excitedly clicked the car lock.
Watching his brisk walking and inexplicably proud deanor, Wu Lan stared at his back before snorting: "My daughter? Isn’t she yours too? Such a hardworking fate."
She, on the other hand, was different; she had worked all her life and now just wanted to enjoy herself.
Thinking about the dress bought online by Lu Chuan’s mom, should she finally buy it today?
Over 400 yuan, not too excessive, right?
anwhile, at Beicheng amusent park, Yang Zheng filled with excitent upon hearing this conversation:
"Sister, if I bring my family over for Mid-Autumn Festival, do you think it’s okay?"
What’s not okay about it?
Song Tan now looked at him like her own child: "Co whenever you want; if there’s not enough room at the big table, we can split into two tables."
Though, for Xiaoyang’s family, Mid-Autumn might be the busiest ti, whether they can co or not is another matter.
But Yang Zhengxi resolved that he must drag his parents over, co what may.
Before, when they slaughtered pigs and cows, his dad only caught one al, and his mom didn’t get a chance.
Now with grilled crayfish and big crabs, they absolutely cannot miss it.
Yet Song Tan comforted with a smile: "Thanks to you guys, rest assured, if you’re too busy, I’ll pick the biggest crabs and send them to you."
Even if locally raised crabs aren’t as standardized as hairy crabs, the taste should still be great.
Yang Zhengxi didn’t ntion this matter, thinking of those crayfish and crabs, while Song Sancheng didn’t know when he’d catch anything even if the year turned into a monkey’s.
This hobby is moderately fun and quite nurturing, but spending day and night sitting on a small stool like him, not upgrading equipnt. Sotis when annoyed by fishing, he directly went to the river, wishing he could scoop nets, returning soaking wet...
It doesn’t do him any good physically, anyway.
Song Tan had experienced the discomfort of sitting on that small stool for a day.
Now, learning skills, there are tasks they can hire workers for.
Although inevitably tiring, at least it grants Song Sancheng a career of his own, not getting too deeply absorbed in fishing.
The crucial point is his stubbornness, not using the family’s bait, ending up catching nothing...
He returns ho every day bellyful of frustration, sotis fish even mock him from the water surface...
Had there been so progress, Song Tan wouldn’t have needed to orchestrate things with her dad like this.
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