MTL - Song Tan Jishi-Chapter 412 genetics and fields

  Chapter 412 412. Genetics and Daejeon

   And at this moment, the video call from my aunt came.

  Ulan hesitated for a moment, then immediately handed the phone to Song Tan, and said silently: Say it, say it!

  Song Tan: …

  She looked at Wu Lei again, with the same serious expression at the moment: "Brother Wu Lei, you must hold on for a few days first, otherwise my aunt must have other tricks."

   "By the way, do you want to say something to my aunt?"

   "No!" Wu Lei shook his head resolutely, and then promised:

"do not worry!"

  Wu Lei, who still had red blood on his cheeks, had a serious expression at the moment—in his heart, the credibility of cousin Song Tan had obviously risen sharply at this moment.

  As for parents...

  He turned his head and went straight up the stairs.

   Until then, Song Tan answered the phone.

  Auntie's eye circles were still a little red and swollen. Seeing that it was Song Tan who was taken aback for a moment, she asked, "Tan Tan, brother Wu Lei didn't cause you any trouble in the past, did you?"

   "No!" Song Tan's voice was so loud that Wu Lei, who was on the balcony on the top floor, could hear clearly without straining his ears.

   "Auntie, I have to thank you! You always say that brother Wu Lei is bad, but in fact he is fine! He helped cut the rice as soon as he came today, which saved us a lot of time and effort."

"And I don't complain at all, I don't call it tired-but I think I should be tired. At noon, the seventh cousin made stewed pork ribs with bamboo shoots, and stewed bacon, with some vegetables and cucumbers. He ate it all in one meal. What a big bowl! It’s also such a big bowl at night!”

   "He never had such a big appetite at home before."

   After saying a series of words, Song Tan still pretended to sigh: "It's all my fault, how can you ask Brother Wu Lei to do such a heavy job?"

   If you want to say that you are distressed, it is somewhat distressing, but the eldest aunt can't help but raise her eyebrows and eyes while feeling distressed.

  It’s just the usual mentality of mothers all over the world—the son with dysentery is also his own good.

  It’s okay to say that the child is not good, but if others praise her, she will still be happy in her heart.

   Right now, he knew that he was going to express his stance seriously, but he endured it again and again, and finally he didn't tighten the corners of his mouth, but he still couldn't help showing a smile.

   "It's still because you have a deep relationship with your Brother Wu Lei, and he just listens to you young people... If you look at you, you will put gold on his face, how can he be so diligent..."

   As he spoke, his tone rose.

   "It's okay, just keep this attitude, he has such a big appetite, don't make him full if you don't obey."

   "That can't be done, my brother Wu Lei is really good at work..."

  The two chatted cheerfully, and Ulan looked at her daughter with strange eyes.

  Just... How else should I put it, the child has to go to the society to exercise after graduation?

  Look at this lip service, what editing and retouching have you been doing in the past two years... I'm afraid it's not sales?

  I used to think that the child inherited her father, and I was so depressed, but now it seems that I have obtained my own true inheritance? !

  So Ulan also became proud.

  Only Song Sancheng frowned and thought about it: Wu Lei only ate a big bowl of such delicious food today? This appetite is too small!

   On the top of the building, Wu Lei couldn't help raising his eyebrows when he heard Song Tan boasting about himself.

   Hearing his mother belittle him again, he frowned, thinking that today you look down on me, sooner or later I will be successful, and call you... Humph!

   And Lili, he has done so many things today, he must tell Lili. Let Lili know that he is not a man who has no responsibility, but is fighting for the future!

   Tiredness is indeed tiring, but fortunately, the harvesting of the rice is finished today, and there is something to do tomorrow, so just do it yourself.

  As Tan Tanmeizi said, show off for a few days first. He was overjoyed and decided to go back to his room to make a video call with Lili.

   And downstairs.

  Song Tan who hung up the phone thought about it, and asked in a low voice: "Mom, after working **** the farm for a week, you should be able to exercise your strength, right?"

  …

   And at this moment, Qiao Qiao came down from upstairs holding something in both hands.

  When the lights in the yard shone, the thing in his palm was reflected golden.

  Ulan was taken aback: "I haven't seen you for a long time, why did you make this vole so fat?"

   is really fat! It feels like you can squeeze out the flesh from your fingers, it's plump.

  Ulan was not happy with this fur color, so he couldn't help but exclaim at this moment: "It's so beautiful."

   Not so, what kind of brushed gold, what is the color of its coat, it is shiny! I don't know, I thought I had eaten a elixir.

  …

  To use this new kitchen today, some things need to be tidied up, so the Seventh Cousin didn’t leave.

  At the moment, he and Song Youde are smoking a cigarette and chatting, and upon hearing this, they follow him.

  Seventh Cousin couldn't help admiring: "What a fat vole, if this is braised—"

  Jojo:…

  He knows it! Seven Cousin can eat anything!

  At this moment, he hurriedly turned around holding Datian.

   "I can tell you, Song Qiaoqiao!"

  Wulan stood there with his hips akimbo: "You raise it, find a cage and put it in a good place. If you know it's digging holes in our house or stealing our food—"

   "No stealing!"

  Qiao Qiao quickly waved his hand: "Mr. Xin took me to read the encyclopedia. Voles don't steal food, they only pick up unwanted food in the field."

  Of course, if no one picks up the peanuts pulled out of the field or the rice harvested, it will also assume that no one wants them.

   "Can I put the big field in the field? Let him look on the straw to see if there is any rice..."

   "Pull it down."

  Ulan disagreed: "Even if there is some rice, your Grandpa Li said that he will pick some up and eat it at home tomorrow, and then he will mix it with the hundred catties of rice we gave him. Mix it together, it is very fragrant!"

   "Besides, you have raised it. Where does it go to gather food and hide it? Digging holes in our house or in the fields? You call it letting the tiger go back to the mountain."

  Jojo:…

  He puffed up his cheeks depressedly.

   It was Song Youde who laughed, obviously feeling sorry for his grandson: "If you raise him, you can raise him. We, Qiao Qiao, have a kind heart, which is very good."

   "Besides, when there was a famine in the past, who in the village didn't dig a few vole holes to survive the winter? This thing has saved our lives, and it doesn't hurt to keep it. Let's keep it."

  The habit of voles is to collect food everywhere, and then store all the treasures in several places in the hole.

  Decades ago, resources were scarce, and people really had nothing to eat, so they would go to the fields to dig holes. If they could find a field mouse hole, a barely struggling family could survive the winter...

"Really?"

  Jojo turned around, held Datian in surprise, stretched out his hand and rubbed its golden and soft fur, then grabbed it and looked at it:

   "Datian, I didn't expect your ancestors to save my grandfather's life!"

   "Squeak!"

  Song Youde: …

  That's not the case either.

   But there seems to be no problem...but there is still something wrong...

   He struggled.

   Chubby voles, you can refer to the prairie voles, it’s called a mellow!

   I really raised it when I was a child.

   It was taken by my mother to feed the rooster, and I have a bitter heart.

   It's a bit late today... because I overslept after sleeping in the night, and it took me a long time to wake up.

besides.

  (end of this chapter)