Chapter 1777: Chapter 1634: Lobster Farm
Qiaoqiao nodded, he hadn’t shown it to the kids when he went out to play earlier, he was really brimming with a sense of a teacher’s responsibility!
So he thought for a mont: "Then I’ll livestream when I make the pillows, okay?"
"When Teacher Xin teaches
new knowledge, if I learn it, he’ll give
a reward. I’m so happy!"
"But there are too many kids online, and I can’t give lots of people rewards, but I know everyone likes our stuff."
"So I’ll teach them when selling things, this way, the kids making Ai Zhu should learn really earnestly."
These words were spoken with clear logic, even seeming quite wise, Song Tan couldn’t help but rejoice: "Qiaoqiao, you’re becoming so wise now!"
Qiaoqiao couldn’t help but curl his lips into a smile:
"Hmm!"
He didn’t feel shy, nodding fiercely!
Song Tan’s fingers held Spiritual Energy, and she gently patted his head again.
Although it’s still a pity that Qiaoqiao’s mind has an irremovable dullness, precisely this bluntness to human emotions makes him appear more pure and happy.
To this, Song Tan also felt imnsely satisfied.
"Since that’s the case, to celebrate our Teacher Qiaoqiao’s progress, after finishing with the Ai Cao, when pickling Sweet Potato Vine, we’ll also sell so on the online store."
"Only sell to those who have always supported Qiaoqiao."
Qiaoqiao was imdiately happy again, his fluffy hair buried into Song Tan’s shoulder, hugging her and humming:
"Sister! You’re the best to Qiaoqiao!"
Song Tan also patted his back with one hand, then asked, "Then are you growing corn to support
this year?"
Qiaoqiao instantly crinkled his nose.
He has grown a lot now and knows that last year’s tearful claim that he couldn’t grow corn to support his sister was a bit embarrassing, but it’s okay—
"All the money I earn is for you, sister!"
"Good boy!"
The siblings were harmonious, even Wu Lan looking on, couldn’t help but feel her heart turn into a soft sweetness.
Just a tiny bit jealous: No wonder they say boys aren’t considerate, even though the couple spends the most ti with Qiaoqiao, he still prefers his sister.
She quickly called out to the silly boy: "Qiaoqiao, hurry up and roll a few Ai Zhu, I need to do moxibustion with your dad, and settle the pillowcases."
Song Tan quickly instructed: "Mom, just use plain white cotton gauze with a basic pillowcase, this way people can directly cover their favorite ones when they buy it."
If they chose a pattern, so might not like it, and it’ll just be sold as a pillow.
As for whether to change to silk pillowcases or polyester fiber ones or other materials at ho... it all depends on what everyone likes.
...
On the mountain, all was harmonious, while below, Song Sancheng was wearing a big straw hat, wandering by the pond.
His figure was everywhere in the monitoring footage.
Until even Chen Yuan, the security team leader, couldn’t help but ask:
"Uncle, is there any work that needs doing? We can spare manpower to help now."
That’s not good.
Song Sancheng knew their daily training volu, even though nothing major has happened on the mountain, the previous fight with gangsters was a false alarm.
But precisely because of this, it makes them feel more secure!
Security guards should handle security work, doing farm work would be a waste of talent.
He quickly waved his hand: "No, I’m just looking at the Lin Grass that’s almost ready for harvesting, wondering if I should switch the field."
No need to switch.
Tantan wants to eat crayfish and crabs this year...
Crabs can be raised in a section of the riverbank, as the water source is clean, the raised crabs will be sweet and delicious.
But crayfish are different.
Although this creature has an advantage when raised in the river, because they often need to dig burrows to rest, they also have high demands for the mudflats.
Raising them in the river is costly and there’s a lot of predators.
So he studied carefully at the fishery and now he’s back, observing the ponds near his house and the ones in the mountain hollow; he couldn’t decide where to raise the crayfish.
So his attention shifted to the Lin Grass field nearby.
Anyway, after harvesting in June and July, it will only be used for growing grass heads, and won’t be needed until winter.
Spend so money to renovate, letting the mountain’s pond water also circulate, keeping the water quality clear, and surely the crayfish will be delicious.
But the Lin Grass in the field, that’s Song Youde’s lifeline.
Though the land and grass technically belong to Tantan, the family does business together, if he reveals the old man’s foundation, won’t he beco sleepless?
Hence he went back and tentatively asked:
"Dad, do you need to change the place for Lin Grass next year?"
Song Youde was looking at weaving tutorials on his phone.
His employees’ skills have surpassed his now, he can’t fall too far behind! So with the harvest approaching, he’s been pondering these patterns every day.
Upon hearing this, he didn’t even look up:
"Of course, it’s necessary."
Song Youde had asked Professor Song carefully.
Even though he’s old now, he rembers his prideful business clearly.
"I was just about to tell Tantan, after the harvest this year, next year’s field let her plant rice and wheat."
"Then give
a piece of the rice and wheat field, I’ll plant Lin Grass—you need to rotate crops to avoid diseases, the grass grows well, and it saves on fertilizer."
Song Sancheng was delighted!
"If that’s the case, why not let
dig a pond on that piece of land."
He was positioned as if bearing a heavy responsibility, this family couldn’t do without him!
"Tantan wants to eat crayfish, I have to raise them well, the outside ones aren’t clean."
Tantan’s land, Song Youde doesn’t have a say.
But he just squinted his eyes, warily watching his son:
"If you dig up my Lin Grass field, which piece of land do you plan to rotate with?"
That place was specially reserved for him by Tantan.
Large, flat, and open, it covers more land than other rice and wheat fields, and the Lin Grass that grows there is lush and green, shiny and deep green, delightful to like.
Plus, it’s right next to the pond, well-irrigated with fertile soil and sufficient water, he eagerly anticipates: this year’s woven straw mats will definitely be better than last year’s!
Moreover, with the business booming, he’s the sole driver of more than a dozen job positions, now an old man walks with vigor, relying on this pride in front of the old lady.
If he switched to a smaller piece of land, greatly reducing next year’s Lin Grass output, he’d certainly disagree.
Song Sancheng was instantly silent.
Rice is delicious, noodles are delicious, but this Lin Grass, it’s money earned, but you can’t eat it.
He’s pondering, maybe next year, plant more Nuomi, making rice wine would surely sell well...
He said nothing, Song Youde understood everything, and angrily said:
"So that’s what you’re up to!"
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