Song Tan’s Chronicle - Chapter 114.2

Coincidentally, the man responsible for tilling the field, who had been invited to stay for a meal for the first time today, walked in from the courtyard and instinctively chimed in, “That’s not too expensive! I heard on the street that your family bought dogs that have fought tigers — oh my, what a great bargain!”

What, dogs that have fought tigers?!

Wouldn’t they eat people?!

Eldest Song and Song Hongmei both looked over in shock, not to mention the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law duo.

However, Song Tan neither agreed nor denied it and answered the other question instead, “It’s okay, they didn’t cost money; a friend couldn’t afford to keep them and gave them to me.”

Oh my goodness, what kind of dog fights tigers?

Sun Yanyan and Mao Li gave up talking about the dogs — for three thousand yuan, they couldn’t get a dog that had fought a tiger!

Thinking about it, Mao Li decided not to continue with the topic either. Since there were so many people around, she directly said to Wang Lifen, “Mom, what vegetables do you still have in your garden? Vegetables are so expensive in the city now; I’ll dig some up before I leave.”

Coincidentally, Wang Lifen’s garden still had a patch left.

This season, what could be there? Wasn’t it just cabbage, garlic sprouts, and lettuce?

The rest were seedlings that Song Tan had planted, and they weren’t fully grown yet, so they couldn’t be eaten at all.

Song Youde and Wang Lifen, who were now eating fish, meat, and greens every day with Song Tan’s family, hardly remembered the few heads of lettuce.

So, Wang Lifen generously said, “Take them all. If you want to pull them all up, that’s fine too.”

Mao Li almost burst out laughing — purple vetch sold for twenty yuan a pound, who knew what lettuce could be worth?

Then she looked at Song Tan, “Tan Tan, the purple vetch you gave us last time was really delicious. Where did it grow? I want to go dig some more — you wouldn’t mind, would you?”

Song Tan almost burst out laughing.

Mao Li was really amusing. If she wanted to dig, she could have just asked directly, but instead, she had been hinting all morning before finally getting to the point.

Song Tan sighed regretfully, “Oh, Aunt, why didn’t you say so earlier?”

“Just last night, all those fields were turned over; I plan to plant rice in a few days.”

She pointed to the basin, “Didn’t you just say there wasn’t any left? This is all that’s remaining.”

Mao Li suddenly felt out of breath — she thought the fields were full of it, how could it really be all gone?!

Of all days, they come back, and yesterday the fields were turned over. It seemed like even fate was against her!

Song Hongmei also looked regretful, “Isn’t it making money? Why was it plowed under?”

Song Tan sighed, “No choice, Aunt. People’s tastes are getting pickier. After eating it for so long, they’re bound to get tired of it.”

The vegetable-buying group in the chat: …We’re not tired of it.

That made sense.

Song Hongmei reminisced for a moment, then looked at Mao Li, not even slightly reserved, “Sister-in-law, since there’s nothing to do, why don’t you go pick all the lettuce and garlic sprouts from Mom’s garden for me? Then, give me half.”

What could Mao Li say?

They were still her own daughter’s things; she couldn’t refuse to share them, could she?

But they had just finished picking vegetables; why were they being asked to work again?

Looking around, she saw that everyone in the courtyard was watching her, and even Eldest Song felt embarrassed.

“Why insist on taking Mom’s vegetables when there’s a market right outside? It’s not easy for the old couple to grow a few things.”

It was quite disgraceful, as if he couldn’t get enough to eat in the city.

But the words were already out, and taking them back would only be more embarrassing, right?

Mao Li continued to look displeased.

The lettuce in Grandma’s garden hadn’t been blessed with spiritual energy, but they were close to the cabbage seedlings.

Still, even with a slight enhancement, they should taste quite good. Just letting Aunt have them didn’t sit well with Song Tan.

So she clapped her hands, “Oh.”

“Aunt, my grandma’s vegetables don’t taste as good as mine. There are two old locust trees blooming on the back mountain. Don’t take the lettuce; after lunch, I’ll ask Qiao Qiao to pick the locust flowers for you.”

The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law pair, who were just taking baskets from the car, had their eyes light up.