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Chapter 1058 - 1038. Press Rice Lever

Chapter 1058: 1038. Press Rice Lever

Old Zhao had reminded them not to let the price slip out yet, but Zhou Maozhu was so excited he couldn’t contain himself.

So after a quick discussion, the couple hastily dealt with lunch, hopped on their motorcycle with two sacks, swung by the town to buy two cuts of meat, and rushed straight to the wife’s family home.

Once there, they couldn’t say much, so they just smiled sheepishly and, as a cover, said, "Can you pack me two baskets of radishes and cabbages? We’ve been running low on veggies lately."

The sister-in-law readily complied, not minding the small favor, but she was curious: "What happened? Didn’t you plant plenty around your place?"

Li Lanhua tried to bite her lips to stop from laughing, but in the end, she couldn’t hold it back and snorted before saying:

"Old Song’s family is hosting a banquet in the village. They made an advance order."

"Oh!" The famed and well-off Song Family—spending millions—was well-known, even to her sister-in-law.

Her sister-in-law nodded calmly but couldn’t help commenting: "Radishes and cabbages don’t fetch much money, just a few bucks for a big pile. At least keep some for yourselves! Here, I’ll pack more radishes for you. When you get home, dig a pit for them near your doorstep to keep them fresh."

The remark made Li Lanhua flush with embarrassment.

Not telling her family about the good news while still asking for veggies—it felt awkward.

But the seedlings were from Old Song’s family, and they’d only given them to people in the village. She had no other choice, so she mumbled:

"This year we lacked experience, and the seedlings were from them. Wait till next year... next year, I’ll see if there’s a chance..."

"What chance? What are you talking about?" Her sister-in-law clearly disapproved:

"Look at you both, fussing over picking some radishes and cabbages... What’s the matter? The meat you brought didn’t cost money?"

Meanwhile, Zhou Maozhu, carrying his wife and the vegetables, couldn’t help pondering again: "Do you think if we planted a few more acres next year, Tianyu wouldn’t need to work his job? He could just come back and work with us!"

Li Lanhua rebuked him: "You’re dreaming! Do you think your son would listen to you? If he knew you were making this little extra cash, he’d be counting on you to chip in for his down payment in the big city!"

Sigh.

Talking about their son, the couple fell silent.

Parents worry a hundred years, ninety-nine years for their children, as the saying goes. After a moment of silence, Li Lanhua regretted it herself: "What was our son even thinking? Tian Tian would’ve been so much better!"

"Look at Xiaosun, who drives an excavator—such a good eye! He picked right away! Song Tan values her so much—hired her for work and put her in charge of the strawberries!"

Zhou Maozhu sighed: "Well, Xiaosun is honest and sincere. If it weren’t for that, would Old Song’s family have given him so much work? He’s been plowing land at Shitou Slope lately. I heard they’ll have him look after the persimmon trees in spring. The money he’s made this year is no small change!"

Look at other people’s kids. Why are they so outstanding?

...

Meanwhile, at Old Song’s family home, Seventh Uncle and Master Jiang were reviewing the menu and idly asked:

"On the day of the banquet, what kind of fruits or snacks are we including?"

With watermelons being so expensive, they’d probably just give everyone one slice. Strawberries might even be counted out individually. But the rest?

"Are we serving sunflower seeds and peanuts?"

"No," Song Tan, a bit of a perfectionist, replied: "All ingredients must come from our mountain. With such premium pork on the menu, there’s no need for ordinary sunflower seeds or peanuts."

"Steamed sweet potato chunks are fine as fruit. A handful of roasted soybeans, dried pumpkin, or sweet potato snacks can work too."

So lavish! Even the pricey set meals at Old Chang’s restaurant might not be this comprehensive!

If Boss Chang found out, he’d probably yell unfair! It’s not that he didn’t want to offer these; he simply couldn’t get his hands on these ingredients!

Meanwhile, Wu Lan glanced at her phone and asked, "Tantan, I saw in the group chat that someone’s in the front village pressing rice stalks. Are we eating any? If so, bring some rice over!"

Song Tan jumped up immediately: "Absolutely! Definitely!"

Oh, my goodness, childhood memories! It’d been years since she’d had any!

Qiaoqiao’s eyes sparkled with excitement too: "I want some! I love eating it! Make lots this year!"

"Alright, alright..."

Wu Lan looked at the two of them in mild exasperation: "There’s so much good food at home, but you two just have to latch onto this... Fine, make more. Our rice is good. Later, let the old folks take a few bundles home when they leave!"

She’d figured it out—everything from their family was top-notch, and people were always happy to take it along.

"Got it!"

Song Tan grabbed a sack: "Let’s start with ten catties of rice!"

Wu Lan: ...

This stuff only needs two bowls of rice to fill an entire sack. Ten catties of rice would pile up half a room!

But looking at the eager faces of everyone in the house, glowing with anticipation, they even asked:

"Can we go too?"

"Sure!" Song Tan counted them: "So many people. Hold on, I’ll drive and squeeze everybody in. Those who can’t fit can sit in the truck bed..."

"Exactly!" Song Sancheng added, "Your car is nice. There are a lot of kids over there—better let folks sit in the truck bed, so the car doesn’t get scratched. It’s not cold being crammed in together."

Old Folks Crew: ...

They figured, well, if the car gets scratched, it’s not the end of the world. But sitting in the truck bed at their age—wasn’t it a little undignified?

As they mulled this over, Qiaoqiao chimed in gleefully: "Yesterday, Grandpa and the others were so well-behaved in the truck bed!"

Well then! Who even cares about dignity? They’d already left it behind on this trip. Truck beds it is!

Meanwhile, Wu Lan added, "Bring some cornmeal too. Mixing it with white rice makes for tastier pressed rice!"

Thinking it over, she couldn’t help but suggest further: "You might as well take twenty catties of rice. With so many people, ten catties won’t be enough. Later, split some with your uncle and aunt."

Song Tan nodded and turned to yell at Qiaoqiao: "Qiaoqiao, weigh thirty catties of rice! And eight catties of cornmeal!"

Any cornmeal left over could just be brought back.

This time, it was Seventh Uncle who found it funny:

"You might want them to drive over instead. If you bring back thirty catties of rice, the truck bed will be full of rice stalks. Where would people sit?"

The Old Folks Crew collectively heaved a sigh of relief, even sincerely offering: "If forty catties won’t fit, our car trunk is empty too!"

Song Tan: ...

In a whole afternoon, they might not even press forty catties of rice stalks in the village. Thirty would do fine—they could always press more before the New Year.

Ah, just thinking about it—what a lovely gift idea. Rice, cornmeal, and pressed stalks from their land—how delicious!

The group set out in high spirits. Before leaving, Song Sancheng even brought out a stack of oversized transparent plastic bags from the house:

"Bought these for packing tea leaves back in the summer. Got them cheap for buying in bulk... See if these are enough for the rice stalks? If not, I’ll grab a handful of bigger bags."

With thirty catties of rice, they’d surely run out. Just a bowl of rice would fill one bag. Song Tan replied earnestly:

"Bring out the wholesale batch of plastic bags we got! I’ll take them all!"

She hopped into the car with Qiaoqiao, Secretary Xiaozu, Zhang Yanping, and Xin Jun, followed by three full cars trailing behind, packed to the brim. Off they went in a blaze of excitement.

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