Song Tan Jishi

"Really!" Ulan affirmed!

Aunt Lianhua was overjoyed.

Although I watched the carts carrying meat to the mountains every day, but after eating at Tan Tan's house for several months, I didn't know what a good taste is!

If she had to eat on the mountain instead, no matter how great the cook is, she would be reluctant to part with it.

But Zhang Yanping wandered around and found that everyone had something to do, and he seemed out of place, so he took the initiative to find a topic:

"Auntie, where's Tan Tan?"

Ulan glanced at him: "Tan Tan is still cooking beans in the kitchen."

Thinking of this, Zhang Yanping hurried to the kitchen to have a look——

Whoa! In such a big three-port pot, the beans are full of boiled beans, rolling one by one, still foaming.

Looking at the big iron bucket on the side, piles of cooked beans have been fished out - it can be seen that two hundred catties of beans have to be cooked several times!

And his good cousin was stirring there with a spoon, and asked the seventh cousin by the way:

"Is this hardness acceptable?"

Seventh Cousin's ruthless iron hand pinched one from the spoon, and it took some effort to crush it—he nodded in satisfaction:

"Anneal, and put the lid on the pot. After the first few barrels are processed, it will be almost covered." At that time, the taste will be slightly softer, but it still has a slight hardness. When making soy beans, the taste will be very good. good.

Seeing Zhang Yanping standing at the door, Seventh Cousin looked even more kindly: "Yanping, how are you resting?"

Zhang Yanping hesitated for a moment—is he agreeing, or not?

At this moment, he could only smile perfunctorily, and then looked at Song Tan again:

"Tan Tan, haven't you finished the moxa sticks in the morning? There should be more of them, right?"

"There should be." Song Tan thought for a while: I made a lot of moxa sticks in the morning, and there were more than fifty sticks in total. Twenty of them were given to Guo Dong to go to the clinic to help the villagers moxibustion——

After all, with such a long and thick moxa stick, it is absolutely impossible to use up one stick at a time.

The remaining 30 roots are at home, and after learning moxibustion at home...

But Zhang Yanping asked her: "I just looked at Qiao Qiao's background data, and those who have been giving him rewards all the time are all insomniacs."

"I was thinking, should I let Qiao Qiao start the live broadcast alone? Give each of the top three on the list two moxa sticks."

He pulled out the backstage screenshot and showed it to Song Tan:

"Look, for the top three, each person's reward is more than 5,000."

And the ID name is also very interesting——

【I really want to sleep another five hundred years】

[Monday sober at 5:00 a.m.]

【Is it a crime to sleep for three hours】

hiss……

Rao is Song Tan who doesn't need to sleep very much, looking at their IDs feels painful.

Thinking about it for a while: "Okay, let's give one to each person."

It was moxa rubbing and hammering, it was too trivial and painful, she didn't want to do it again. Therefore moxa sticks are very precious.

But having said that, there seems to be nothing in the house that is not precious.

"By the way, ask Dr. Guo, how can moxibustion cure insomnia? Let Qiao Qiao start a simple live broadcast and tell them about the moxa stick as a fan benefit."

Last time, the MCN organization talked about attracting fans and solid fans, giving benefits to fans, etc...it makes sense.

Thinking of this, she had another idea.

"At the end of the year, we will broadcast live to give gifts, let's give a catty of our soy beans to the top three people!"

Zhang Yanping: ...

how to say? Generous, but there seems to be something wrong.

and……

"I was looking for the name of your MCN organization last time? Let me look back and see what their anchors are doing? There are quite a lot of tricks, let's learn from them."

"Indeed." Song Tan deeply agreed: "What you say is quite reasonable."

It's just that the MCN organization, which is used to drawing big cakes, cried and fainted in the toilet.

Zhang Yanping did one more thing, and finally felt at ease—isn't mental work a job? He's really not a freelancer!

At this moment, she was very happy: "Then I will ask!"

In this way, it shouldn't appear that he is not moving, right?

Ulan, who was placing the dustpan, glanced at him, thinking that the young man could not hold his breath anymore! No, as soon as Dr. Guo said it in the morning, he thought of an excuse to meet people in the afternoon.

And here, Song Tan was about to agree, when he saw Wang Xiaoshun coming down the mountain, calling her at the same time:

"Song Tan, my master said, tomorrow I will ask you to buy another two hundred catties of soybeans. He is going to make watermelon sauce tomorrow, and he will eat it in the cafeteria on the mountain when he returns."

how to say? Master Qian is here, and he and Seventh Cousin have to compete invisibly in everything they do - even if the ingredients are of different nature, they try to let the other party see their various handy skills.

The result is that a group of idiots in the family are not to mention how happy they are!

Wang Xiaoshun followed Seventh Cousin, but he learned a lot of wild vegetable skills, and he was very considerate when he accompanied Master Qian to come up with ideas:

"There's no need to worry about the watermelon. You'll have time to buy the soy beans when it's ready."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Zhang Yanping, who was obviously idle, standing on the porch, and he couldn't help being amused:

"It's just right, Zhang Yanping, didn't the doctor tell you to move more? Why don't you go to the mountain to help my master tomorrow!"

Zhang Yanping wanted to refuse in an instant, but Song Tan was looking at him expectantly: "Yeah, brother Yanping, I'm fine tomorrow, so you can help, two hundred catties is much easier than today."

Zhang Yanping: ... Now that his arm is still shaking, is it too late?

Before he could recover from this sadness, Song Tan looked at Seventh Cousin again:

"Why don't we cook another five hundred catties of beans?"

"Make 500 catties of soybean paste, and then make 500 catties of watermelon sauce."

Seventh Cousin did the math: "Out of five hundred catties of soybeans, about two thousand catties can be produced from soy sauce beans. If it is produced from watermelon sauce... it can be almost three thousand catties! You have to buy a few more large clay pots first."

"Buy! I'll go buy it tomorrow morning!" Song Tan was looking forward to it.

Oh, how much is a catty of soy sauce to sell at that time? It is so laborious to make this, it is more troublesome than the simple and direct green pepper beef sauce, and the storage time is so long... Would it be too cheap to sell 100?

The Seventh Cousin snorted and said, "What's the rush? The dried peppers in the house are enough to make the sauce this time. Let's cook the five hundred catties slowly, otherwise the peppers and garlic in the field won't be able to catch up."

"Alright!" Song Tan wasn't in a hurry for a day or two, she just said casually, "Okay, let Brother Yanping help you later."

Zhang Yanping: ...

Does no one care about me?

Just finished five hundred catties, another two hundred catties were added on the mountain, and Seventh Cousin's scattered work every day must also fall on him!

He was a little devastated and thought:

If you follow this rhythm, don't you have work to do every day? Move the beans, wash the beans, cook the beans, dry the beans...

It's obviously summer vacation, why is his life worse than Douzi's?

I'm sleepy...let's make it up tomorrow. Good night. I slept for nine hours last night (so happy, woo woo woo), if I hadn’t had cupping in the dog days and had to rest early today, I would definitely be able to live again!