Chapter 24: Harvesting Shepherd's Purse

Old Song accepted the flour and told her that he would return it to her when he caught more fish and shrimp. 梿

But it had to be kept secret.

So, the two sides stopped talking and exchanged. Old Song took the children and left quickly.

He brought a small cloth bag in advance.

At this time, he put everything in it and gave Song Yu Nuan a dime so that she could buy candy later.

Song Yu Nuan carried the cloth bag. Song Mingsheng originally wanted to jump into the fish basket and let his grandfather carry it on his back, but Song Yu Nuan said that there was a fishy smell inside and it would become smelly.

Song Mingsheng pouted, looked at his clean clothes, and no longer insisted on squatting in. Old Song went to the grocery store and bought a pound of pork belly. This one didn't require a ticket, but it was one cent more expensive than the one that required a ticket.

It takes two hours to walk from the county town to Erdaohe Village. Considering his cute granddaughter, Old Song didn't choose to walk home, but went to the bus station. 梿

Seeing Song Yu Nuan, the ticket seller's eyes lit up and greeted her enthusiastically: "Miss Xiao Nuan, are you going to Sunflower Commune?"

"Yes, sister."

"Hurry up, the bus will leave soon."

So the grandfather and grandson bought two tickets and got on the bus.

Even the driver was smiling.

Their bus was praised by the leader.

In this era, the value of a letter of praise is extremely high.梿

When a person is praised, even the whole family feels honored.

Not to mention the sincere letter of praise written by Song Yu Nuan, which describes how they endured the daily bumps, wind and rain, and served the vast number of farmers, and expressed the farmers' heartfelt gratitude.

The letter was posted on the unit's propaganda column.

For example, how could the conductor not be enthusiastic when seeing Song Yu Nuan?

Song Yu Nuan sat behind the conductor, and Old Song went to the co-pilot. This seat is not sold, the view is good, and it is not so bumpy.

The old man held Ah Sheng and chatted with the driver.

"This section of the road is not easy to drive. The master is a very good driver. You are an experienced driver. This bus is very convenient for us farmers. We are very grateful to you..." Song

Yu Nuan was talking to the conductor.

After introducing herself, one was called Xiao Nuan and the other was called Sister Niu.

When we arrived at the Sunflower Commune, we were already familiar with each other.

Before getting off the bus, Sister Niu asked Song Yu Nuan in a low voice: "Do you have shepherd's purse in your village?"

Song Yu Nuan nodded: "Yes, my mother picked a lot yesterday morning. Sister Niu, do you like to eat it? If you like it, I will wait for you at this intersection tomorrow..."

Sister Niu waved her hand: "No, no, Xiao Nuan, let me tell you something. A few people from Beidu have moved into the county government's Xiaozhao. This season is the lean season. There is no fresh vegetables in the canteen. The canteen of the guesthouse has harvested a lot of vegetables. The buyer is my second uncle. He asked me to go to the commune to collect some shepherd's purse. If you have any in your village, I'll give you this job. My second uncle said that the maximum price is 5 cents per pound. You can take as much as you want. If the Xiaozhao canteen can't use it up, it will be distributed as welfare to the unit's employees. But I only want shepherd's purse, good quality and clean. If you can do it here, I won't go to the commune. "

Old Song has a sharp ear. After hearing this, he thought of the shepherd's purse in the river beach, and his heart suddenly became hot.

But he didn't say anything.

Song Yu Nuan happily agreed, agreed on the time and place, and the three of them got off the car.

"Grandpa, did you hear it just now?"

"I heard it, and I also know where there is the most." Old Song said vigorously.

This time, the three grandchildren walked with the wind.

Little Asheng ran to Song Yunuan and put his little hand into Song Yunuan's hand.

He was held by his sister's hand, and he looked up at his sister, his eyes full of admiration, his sister was so amazing! 梿

He wanted to follow his sister for the rest of his life.

Eat delicious food and drink spicy drinks!

After arriving home, Song Liang and his friends had just returned from working in the fields.

The wicker basket in the yard was full of shepherd's purse.

Song Ting was chopping stuffing.

They were going to make dumplings stuffed with shepherd's purse tonight. Old

Song glanced at the depressed Song Liang and told his family about the job the ticket seller had given him. 梿

Old Mrs. Song was so happy that she didn't know what to say.

And warned everyone not to tell others first, and asked Song Ting to go talk to the second family.

Song Ting put down the kitchen knife and was about to leave, but Song Yunuan grabbed her and stuffed the music scores in her bag to her, smiling: "Auntie, the county art troupe is recruiting a soprano, I have signed you up, and the interview will be in three days. I will go with you then."

Everyone: ...

looked at Song Yunuan in disbelief.

Xia Guilan was even happier: "Really?"

Tingting is the old daughter of the mother-in-law, but she is not spoiled. She is three years older than Song Yunuan and Song Mingbo. When she was five years old, the job of taking care of the twins fell on her. 梿

To be honest, Siqi and Apo were almost brought up by Tingting.

But Siqi had no conscience. When she was leaving, Tingting tried to pull her back and asked if they could communicate in the future, but Siqi pushed her away and said many unpleasant things.

It was her fault for not teaching Siqi well.

At this time, she was so happy that her breathing became rapid.

Unexpectedly, she was poured with cold water the next moment.

"Mom, although it is true, there are hundreds of people who have signed up. Aunt, you must work hard in these three days. I believe in your ability."

Song Ting's heart skipped a beat.

It's over. There are so many people. How could a village girl like her be selected? She

wasted her niece's kindness in vain.

Song Ting seemed to see her own fate and was about to cry.

[Speaking of my aunt being poisoned and mute, it might be related to her voice. After the Song family got into trouble, my aunt was rejected for marriage, so she took me to the county town. The county guesthouse happened to be recruiting temporary workers to wash vegetables, so my aunt took me in to work. At night, we slept in the utility room behind the canteen. I couldn't sleep, so my aunt sang lullabies for me.]

Everyone in the room heard this.

Everyone pretended not to hear and turned around hastily.

Old Mrs. Song couldn't stop crying, and hurriedly picked up a kitchen knife to start cutting green onions to cover herself. 梿

Self-pitying Song Liang came to his senses immediately. He

slapped himself quietly.

You idiot, what time is it and you still want that useless thing?

Without Xiao Nuan, you will die without knowing how you died.

[The lullaby was sung by the aunt in a melodious and touching way. At that time, the aunt didn't know that the famous singer Zhu Man in our country was listening not far away. ]

Everyone felt their breath was choked.

Zhu Man, is it the Zhu Man in the radio? 梿

[Teacher Zhu Man wanted to take in a disciple, but it was too late so he didn't bother me. He wanted to come to find me the next day, but the aunt and I were driven out before dawn the next day. 】

【When Teacher Zhu found Xiaogu, it was in another county, but by then, Xiaogu's voice had been destroyed. 】

Song Yunuan didn't notice the expressions of others at all. She was mainly because she heard the panicked Asheng insisting on being carried by his sister.

So, Song Yunuan carried Asheng to fetch water.

Everyone heard the last sentence:

【Xiaogu will definitely be selected. The director of the county art troupe is a good man who loves talents as his life. According to his wishes, the selection should be open. He is kind and fair. Moreover, how could Xiaogu, who was chosen by Teacher Zhuman, not be able to enter the county art troupe? 】

Song Yunuan stood at the door and encouraged: "Xiaogu, they say that sharpening a gun before a battle is not sharp or shiny. Come on, you can do it!"