??Chapter 591: 591. Livestream duration not enough_1
Chapter 591: 591. Livestream duration not enough_1
It was only then that everyone wiped their sweat and said, “It’s so hot today; should be able to dry them in two days, right?”
Song Tan also looked forward to it eagerly, “When they turn into dried sweet potatoes, they should be sweet, right? How much can we dry? Can we sell them?”
But Seventh Uncle was in no hurry, “What’s the rush? After they’re dried, they still need to be stead and dried again. We’ll talk about it then.”
It didn’t matter, as long as the next al wasn’t pumpkin.
It was already past nine o’clock; with the heat, there wasn’t much to do, so everyone tacitly returned to the living room and sprawled out.
Yan Ran kept praising, “Auntie, did you pick the sofa? The color is so vibrant.”
“Isn’t it?” Wu Lan didn’t have a high opinion of a ho without blooming flowers signifying prosperity or without big cross-stitched paintings displaying grand visions, especially when the main color the was white… how bland!
A rainbow-striped rough canvas sheet used as a sofa cover, look, that’s what’s truly dazzling! And it’s dirt-resistant and easy to wash too, much more practical than the sofa underneath with its Morandi or cream colors!
Song Tan didn’t say a word, pretending the sofa cover was non-removable and the salesman hadn’t provided three different colors for replacent—her mom was right, this rough canvas could be easily stuffed into the washing machine, which was indeed convenient.
After all, the colors in the house were relatively light, so a rainbow-colored sofa, though a bit odd, wasn’t bad-looking.
However, it was Qiaoqiao who picked up her phone, “Sister, the live streaming app sent
a ssage.”
With Zhang Yanping not around, Song Tan had to take over the live streaming duties. She took the phone and saw—
“Hello, your total live streaming duration for this month…”
In short, today was July 31st, and she was 2 hours short on live stream duration.
Qiaoqiao was annoyed, “I forgot to stream when I was peeling pumpkins earlier.”
Song Tan comforted her, “It’s okay. You can set up your phone on the mountain and just stream the excavator; I’ve noticed that people love watching that.”
Qiaoqiao shook her head, “No, no, it’s too hot up there, and the phone gets really hot.”
That was true. The excavator was super efficient; it had started work yesterday, and by this morning, they already found a large area had been leveled. Close by, there wasn’t much shade, and with the direct sunlight, the phone indeed couldn’t take it.
It was then that Wu Lan thought of sothing, “Don’t we still have so rotten pumpkins? With the recent heat, the pigs have been eating less. Qiaoqiao, why don’t you cut them up and feed the pigs? I’ve seen your fans aren’t picky at all.”
Really, they were easier to please than piglets… Sigh! Why couldn’t she have that many fans?
The way it was said… Song Tan wasn’t sure anymore whether the pumpkins were for the pigs or for the fans.
“(⊙o⊙) Wow!” But Qiaoqiao lit up with excitent, “Right, right, right! Feeding the big pigs, they love watching that!”
No sooner had she finished speaking than she picked up a basket to fill with pumpkins.
From the other room, they could still hear Seventh Uncle’s complaint, “Do you need to feed the pigs with hundreds of pounds of these? I was planning to make pumpkin buns and freeze pumpkin cakes tomorrow…”
Qiaoqiao was no longer the sa person who used to agree with whatever was said. Now, happily picking the mushiest pumpkins for the basket, she responded to Seventh Uncle,
“No problem, we still have plenty on the mountain. Are you making them tomorrow, Seventh Uncle? Then I’ll go pick them in the morning! Do you want the tender ones or the mature ones?”
Seventh Uncle: …
Never mind, pumpkin cakes and such weren’t urgent. The freezer was already full, and lately, no one really felt like eating them anyway.
“Just leave them on the vine,” he said, sowhat disheartened.
Qiaoqiao was earnest; considering the pigs now weighed several hundred pounds each, and with the current heat, they spent their days aimlessly rooting around in the woods or sleeping in the shade. So, she carried a full basket of pumpkins and took an old kitchen knife (which Seventh Uncle had discarded for ho use) and happily headed up the mountain, braving the sun.
“This silly child…”
Wu Lan couldn’t help but feel resigned; it was so hot, feeding the pigs in the evening would have been fine too. But then, turning her head, she rembered sothing else, “Tantan, can you tell Xiaozhang to bring a couple of bags of radish seeds when they co over next ti? It’s ti to plant the autumn radishes.”
“In this hot weather?” Song Tan hesitated.
Wu Lan was also torn, “Yeah, it’s too hot this year… but let’s sow them anyway; we’re already in the dog days of sumr, and next month might be even hotter.”
“All right!” Song Tan took out her phone, “I’ll send him a ssage.”
Professor Song, listening on the side, suddenly had a start,
“Don’t rush, don’t rush! I have radish seeds!”
Of course, he didn’t have them now, but he knew where to get them!
So the question arose, “Do you want white radishes or red? Spicy or sweet? Do you want the large kind, or the smaller ones?”
Seventh Uncle couldn’t even concern himself with pumpkins, as he hurried in, “All of them, all of them! Song Tan, plant more! You have no idea how delicious radish pickles are!”
“There’s also the pointed-headed white radishes, they can almost be planted now—plant more of those, too! We can’t do without them for pickling sour vegetables!”
Song Tan: …That makes so much sense! Sour vegetables stewed with anything is delicious!
She slowly turned her head, looking at Professor Song.
Professor Song: …
After a brief silence, he tentatively said, “How about cabbages, spinach, autumn cowpeas, black and white cabbages, tomatoes, yellow-hearted vegetables, leeks, autumn eggplants…”
“All of them, all of them! We want them all, not picky about any variety!”
Song Tan was delighted, and Wu Lan was smiling so broadly her eyes disappeared.
Wait a minute!
Wu Lan suddenly rembered, “Where do you plan to plant them?”
“On the mountain, of course!”
Song Tan was confidently insistent: acres and acres of mountains are there! Here, excavators are roaring, turning up the earth, there we’re sowing seeds, there we’re cultivating seedlings!
“But didn’t you all discuss planting fruit trees this autumn? You said to let them adapt for a year, to grow their roots, so they’ll have a good yield next year.”
“That’s right.” This ti Professor Song reacted, “But no matter, autumn vegetables grow fast—now it’s the end of July, and doesn’t our area cool down only around mid-November each year? That’s enough ti for the vegetables to be harvested.”
“Cooling temperatures are good for planting trees; although the plants grow slower, the mortality rate isn’t as high, it’s actually a good ti!”
And furthermore…
Professor Song had sothing else he hadn’t ntioned.
If Song Tan didn’t mind the initial cost, he actually inquired about so mature trees. They couldn’t be transported when it was hot, but the cooler weather would make it just the right ti.
However, these matters hadn’t co to fruition yet, and the deals were not completely settled. They would discuss them further once everything was in place.
…
anwhile, on the mountain, Qiaoqiao was also joyfully carrying a basket and a stand to the side of the pigpen, opening up the live stream—
As usual, without giving the fans any ti to prepare.
“Kids, since we’re short of two hours for today’s live stream, let’s feed the pigs today. I’ve taught this before, so you don’t have to learn it again; you can just review it.”
But looking down at the pumpkins in his basket, he hesitated, “Won’t eating just this be a bit monotonous? Great King, let’s pick a basket of sweet potato vines. It should taste better with so greens.”
Great King: “Woof!”
So, before the audience mbers could even greet each other in the live stream, they watched, wide-eyed, as the host dumped the pumpkins out of the basket and, carrying the stand, headed up the mountain again,
“There’re so sweet potatoes planted on the back hill, let’s go pick sweet potato vines!”
Barrage: …
[Thank goodness, the host rembered to take the phone! Didn’t leave
stuck in the pigpen.]
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