Song Tan Jishi

Chapter 1131 1131. Putting trees on the mountain

　　【If you want to say that, then I must have the little red flower! 】

【Ah! Teacher Qiaoqiao, can you just tell me what today’s homework is? Let’s see if I don’t kill these people with fast internet speeds! 】

　　【Damn it, why do I still have to do my homework while watching the live broadcast... The senior high school dog really took advantage of every opportunity to peek in tears...】

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　? ? ? In your senior year of high school, you still compete with us for opportunities. Now that you are at your peak, you are too crushing on us! 】

【that is! Little brat, hurry up and learn! Learn English when you are tired of physics...]

Difficult foodies shouldered a heavy mission of red flowers early in the winter. On the mountain, Song Sancheng, who stopped his pickup truck, pointed to the barren mountains on both sides:

“This area is connected to the mountain we originally covered when we were covering the stone slope. It’s private, so it would be a loss to package it. If it wasn’t right in the middle, I really don’t want it.”

 He said it sincerely, and he indeed thought so in his heart. He pointed at the bare branches in the winter and said:

“The mountains are full of hemp trees and pine trees. Let’s put some hemp trees back to light the fire. The free space inside can be used to arrange other things.”

As for what to arrange, that was up to Song Tan to decide, and he had no say anyway.

But a few young men are very efficient at doing other things, and the one who "puts trees" in the countryside...

 “Uncle, how do you release it?”

 This is actually a pretty simple job.

Song Sancheng directly arranged:

"Which of you can climb a tree? Climb this hemp rope higher and wrap it around the tree."

“Then, the rope at this end will be looped around a few trees nearby to prevent the tree from falling in the wrong direction and hitting someone.”

 Once the key point is stated, there is no need to worry too much about the next step.

 Everyone moved quickly and divided the work without speaking, so there was a tacit understanding.

Xiao Yang touched the rough bark of the Maleng tree, rubbed it a few times, and then rushed up. Xiao Sun threw the rope down, grabbed the other end of the rope with his arm, and began to steadily go around the tree.

This movement was so smooth that Song Sancheng couldn't help but be speechless:

 “You young men, you are quite good at work now!”

 In contrast, young people in the village are not so efficient at work now.

It was probably his daughter who was the one he dated. Now he couldn't help but gossip and talked about those days.

“It’s good for us men to be good at work, and it’s also a good thing to be diligent with our hands and feet. If I hadn’t been so nimble at work, when I went to your aunt’s house, Tantan’s grandpa might not have liked me!”

I feel a little sad when I think about this: Although Xiao Lu looks good, can make money, and has a good temperament...but he can't chop wood, chop trees, or work...

Considering that everyone was running back and forth during the pig killing feast yesterday, the old father had no choice but to put back the rest of his thoughts.

While the guys here were talking, the young man here took the chainsaw and studied it twice, and then pointed it at the tree.

 Amidst the sound of sawing the tree, wet large wood chips were flying, causing Xiao Wang, who was using the chain saw, to ask curiously:

“Uncle, after we cut this, we put it on the mountain to dry. Will someone secretly take it away?”

“How is that possible?” Song Sancheng said naturally:

 “Prune the branches after a while, and then go home directly with Picara.”

ah?

Several young men were a little surprised: "Are they just left to dry outside in our yard?"

 Otherwise, how can we burn this wet wood?

Song Sancheng laughed loudly: "Your hometown doesn't light a stove in winter, right? Or maybe it hasn't been like this for many years?"

"If you want to talk about making a fire quickly, then dry wood must burn quickly."

“But when we drag it home, we still have to chop and stack firewood. It will take a few days to burn these.”

"Besides, we just need the hot smoke from the stove to flow along the pipes to warm the house. So after the fire is lit, this kind of semi-dry and semi-moist firewood is stuffed into the stove. Each piece can burn one or two It will only take an hour to withstand the heat." As he spoke, the bright linden tree slowly fell down as everyone pulled it.

Song Sancheng took a chain saw and slowly broke down the branches, while a few young men climbed the tree in tacit understanding and tied another one:

“Uncle, how many trees do you want today?”

"How many trees are needed!" Song Sancheng looked at it: "This one is resistant to burning. It can be used for cooking and heating until March. Three trees are enough. The heater in the backyard can burn coal."

With a few people working together, it’s not a strenuous job yet, and everyone is working enthusiastically. Thinking about the breakfast ahead, I couldn't help but feel full of energy.

 At the other end of the yard, Qiao Qiao really spared no effort in teaching the children. After taking the soaked rice out of the bucket, we started pushing the stone mill again.

“This is to teach you how to make rice crust first. Later, you will use dry rice powder to make rice noodles…”

 He said and looked at Xin Jun hesitantly. Then he said:

“Teacher Xin, if you teach two students at once, will the children learn?”

Xin Jun laughed and came up with an idea from the side: "Otherwise, when you hand in your homework, you can choose the same rice skin and rice noodles. The corresponding prizes are also the same."

“If you want rice noodles, we will send you a portion of rice noodles and the required condiments on ice.”

 “Mippi, too—it depends on which one you like.”

Qiaoqiao thought for a while and then said beautifully:

“Well! I’ve been teaching for so long but I still haven’t achieved any results. I’m sure the children are not very smart either. But it doesn’t matter. Teacher, you often say that diligence can make up for clumsiness, so the children only need to learn one thing!”

Barrage:…

  【Children were victimized due to wind criticism】

　　【Okay, okay! Song Qiaoqiao, who doesn't produce results, and the kids who aren't very smart... they all blame me, right? 】

  【There is no need to care about these external things. I just want to know if I hand in both assignments, can I choose two prizes? 】

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　? You are so bold! Do you want to roll in your homework? 】

  【Ah ha ha ha, it's not involution, but I can do it anyway. 】

【teacher! Someone is cheating here! ! 】

　　【In open book exams, what is cheating and not cheating? Wait for me to look through the tutorials and do more replays...]

　　【Wait, wait a minute! What should a young man in a rental house do without a kitchen, a pot, or a millstone? 】

　　【Damn it! Do you think that a stone mill can cut off the path of my poor student? Watch me take out the wall-breaking food processor! 】

　　【Hey, you are a poor student, how can you still have money to buy a wall-breaking machine】

　　【Can't you buy something like this cheaply? There are more than a hundred! 】

 【I am willing to buy a piece of rice cake for more than 100 yuan...】

　　【There should be promotion here...】

At this time, Ding Ning, the operator who showed the data to the leader in the background, regretted:

“What a pity, if this was one of our anchors, the soft advertising of the wall-breaking machine would be arranged immediately..."

 The commissions for promoting electrical appliances are very generous.

Especially with the dense barrage in front of us, it is obvious that the people in the live broadcast room are in high spirits and their purchasing stickiness is as strong as ever.

Update 1, this is what my family uses to burn firewood in winter. Except for kindling and fine firewood, there is no large dry firewood. Dry firewood is too impatient to burn, so I have to keep an eye on the fire from time to time.

　　(End of this chapter)