Chapter 115: Everyone seems to care about this

Zhang Menglan has gone back to the house to help in the kitchen, and Han Songlin is sitting alone at the table, enjoying the warmth of the winter sunshine. Today is a rare beautiful day, and the sun is warm.

Is there any white wine company in China that is well-known?

It seems not.

In the south of the Yangtze River, only Yanghe Liquor is relatively well-known.

'Songlin, what are you thinking about? You didn't hear me call you!'

'Oh, Brother Deng is here!' Han Songlin picked up the cup and poured a cup of tea for Deng Yingxiu.

After looking around, he saw that Han Birong was already sitting with a group of old ladies and women, chatting with them.

Deng Yingxiu stared at Han Songlin for a while, and then said, 'Earlier, I saw you chatting with Zhang Caifeng...'

Han Songlin looked at Deng Yingxiu in surprise, wondering why he was talking about this. No, wait, it seems like everyone is particularly concerned about himself and Zhang Menglan!

What happened between the two of them in the past?

"We just talked about the wine agency. It seems that she is doing pretty well over there in Hu Jian and wants to be the general distributor there. I agreed!'

Han Songlin had never thought about rekindling his old romance with Zhang Menglan; even if, judging from Zhang Menglan's words, there seemed to be some problems in their relationship.

Han Songlin was somewhat of a mental neat freak, and he found it quite disgusting to meddle in other people's family affairs.

'I see!'

Han Songlin had not been to the Zhang family's place for almost ten years, and he now noticed some interesting things in places he had not noticed before.

'Brother Deng, what did the Zhangs do for a living? It seems that this old house was built quite well.'

Han Songlin had previously discovered that there were actually carvings on the Zhangs' pillars.

This was not the case in ordinary rural families.

'The Zhangs used to be landlords. In our area, a lot of land belonged to their family!' Deng Yinxiu looked at Han Songlin and said, 'Your family also used to rent land from them!'

Han Songlin said, 'I really don't know about this!'

Deng Yingxiu smiled and didn't say anything. These things are not usually mentioned nowadays.

Normal landlords generally don't go too far with their tenant farmers; but it's also not decided. Anyway, from ancient times to the present, there have been many abnormal people, especially rich people.

Don't these people study history?

The history books record a lot of things!

If you can't survive, what are you afraid of?

Or, will humans always fail to learn from history and repeat it over and over again?

The Zhang family must have suffered a lot to survive for ten years.

Who didn't suffer during those years?

The third generation of poor peasants should not have suffered.

So why did Zhang Suyun marry Han Songlin's father?

At this moment, Han Songlin suddenly felt that it was not history recorded in books, but the real experiences of the people.

He subconsciously looked at his mother, Zhang Suyun, who was happily chatting with everyone.

Almost half past eleven, the firecrackers started to go off.

Zhang Ju took out a lighter and lit the long firecracker, which had cost quite a bit of money.

There was a loud crackling sound, the smell of gunpowder spread, and then the breeze carried it away.

Setting off firecrackers was a way of telling everyone that the banquet was about to start, and that those who had not yet arrived should hurry.

'Dianzi, Dengge, come, come, go and sit in the main room!'

Deng Yingshou waved his hand and said, 'It's fine, we'll just sit outside as usual!'

'That's not good enough, let's go!'

Han Songlin held Zhang Ju back: 'You arrange the elders of the team to sit inside the main room, and we'll just sit anywhere, as long as it doesn't break the rules!'

In the countryside, etiquette rules are not as lax as in the city; after all, in the city, basically everyone lives in their own family, while in the countryside, relatives and elders sit together.

The different environment also results in different attitudes towards some things.

Zhang Ju felt that Han Songlin was right: 'Oh, I'm sorry for you!'

'Forget it, just go back to your work!'

Han Songlin beckoned Han Songqing, Han Songcai and the others over.

As for the women, they naturally wouldn't sit at the same table as the men.

It wasn't for any other reason, but because the men drank.

Basically, at rural banquets, the people who drink naturally sit together.

If you don't drink, don't go to the table.

Han Songlin didn't see He Hui and casually asked, 'Where's He Hui?'

'She's not back yet!'

'Come, sit down!' Han Songlin greeted everyone and asked them to sit down.

Chen Yingping also came over and sat down. He had brought his mother back with him this time.

Nowadays, many people in the village follow the Han Songlin brothers to eat.

'Hey, Liu Jiuyuan is here too,'

Han Songlin thought it sounded familiar, but didn't pay much attention.

Whenever Chen Yingping started a conversation, it was a bit strange.

'He's even brought his wife along!'

Han Songlin followed everyone's gaze and looked over to a table at the edge.

Compared to his previous life, Han Songlin was not short-sighted now, and his eyesight was even pretty good.

Even from a distance, he could see what people looked like.

'The one in blue?' Han Songlin asked curiously. At that moment, he remembered who Liu Jiuyuan really was!

People said that he loved gambling so much that he was willing to abandon his wife for it.

Liu Jiuyuan's wife looked quite presentable, with a fashionable big wave hairstyle.

The dishes were quickly served. What no one expected was that the dishes for Han Songlin's table were actually served by Zhang Menglan.

Han Songlin said in surprise, then took the dishes off the wooden board and said, 'Hey, you're serving the food yourself!'

'We don't have enough staff, and we don't want you to wait too long!'

But later, why did Zhang Menglan always serve the food from Han Songlin's position?

And Han Songlin had to carry the food to the table.

'Songlin, Songcai, are you going to farm next year?'

'If you don't want to farm, then you do it!'

Farming is impossible, you can't farm for the rest of your life.

Instead, Han Songlin is planning to buy some fruit trees and plant them.

For example, planting loquats, when the year is good, you can sell 10,000 to 20,000 yuan a year.

This means that if the harvest is good and the market price is good, in a year with both good things, you can make money anyway.

Anyway, where can I get fruit tree seedlings now?

Let's get in touch.

In my previous life, the team also planted a lot of loquat trees, but in the first few years, no one made any money.

In fact, when they first started planting, no one took it seriously.

It seems that there was only one fruit seedling per mu, and after planting, the seedlings in many fields were stolen.

Wasn't that infuriating?

Fortunately, it was already the year 2000, and they could afford to lose a hundred or two.

If it were now, they would probably get angry enough to get sick.

'Nowadays, there's not much money to be made from this kind of land. If there's a chance, you might as well start a business or go out and work,' Han Songlin thought for a moment before saying this.

'By the way, if you can afford to buy a house in the city, do your best to buy one.'