Spring comes to the desperate place

Chapter 353 Watermelon in Winter

In order to improve the efficiency of the government office, Song Chunlin personally took Wang Qin to handle the transfer the next day. The other party had never seen Song Chunlin, but he recognized the badge on Song Chunlin's body. The golden words "Protect the Country" made him unable to ignore it even if he wanted to.

So they set out in the morning and finished all the work before noon. Holding the freshly-issued title deed, Wang Qin's hands were shaking with excitement.

Song Chunlin poked Wang Qin, who was about to go crazy, and said, "Brother Wang Qin, put this away quickly. If you want to read it, you can go back and read it slowly."

Wang Qin: "Oh, okay, okay, I'll put it away right away."

Although he said this, he still couldn't help himself. He held the deed and read it from beginning to end again. Finally, he carefully folded the deed and put it in his arms.

After the Song family's land was sold, many people came to inquire about the Song family's other land, especially the ones where they built canals. Those plots of land were taken care of so well by the Song family that the annual yield was the highest among the surrounding villages. Therefore, many people said that it was a Feng Shui treasure land and that no matter what was planted, it would yield a high yield.

Naturally, Song Dazhuang would not sell these plots of land. What a joke! The canal was built with great effort by him and his soldiers, and it takes time to maintain it every year. Not to mention the canal, his family spent a lot of money on the giant water truck that delivered water. They also invited the whole village to a banquet. Because of the banquet, several children in the family almost fell into the river. As long as Song Dazhuang was still alive, there was no way he would sell those plots of land.

Moreover, Song Dazhuang also hopes to grow two crops of rice on those plots of land every year, otherwise it would be too wasteful of food for their family to feed more than 3,000 people every year. What they grow is not enough to eat, and Song Chunlin has to take some out of the space to supplement it.

Song Dazhuang politely declined those who wanted to buy these plots of land at first. But as they asked more and more often, he became impatient. However, those people still insisted, believing that since Song Dazhuang wanted to sell the land, it didn't matter which piece of land he sold.

Song Dazhuang was annoyed by the questions, so he pushed Song Chunlin out and asked him to kick the guy out.

Song Chunlin was speechless. This was truly his father. He was the first one to think of him when it came to offending others...

But the effect was obvious. Song Chunlin only had to stand at the door with a bow and arrow on his back and a badge on his body. The murderous aura emanating from his body was enough to make those people retreat.

If there was anyone brave enough to approach, Song Chunlin would raise his eyes and meet their gaze. When that person saw the murderous intent in Song Chunlin's eyes, he would immediately become nervous, avoiding their gaze and looking flustered. Song Chunlin would snort coldly again, and that person would automatically find an excuse to leave the Song family.

This wave of driving people away was very effective. Even Grandpa Song and Grandma Song couldn't help but praise him, saying that Song Chunlin could work part-time as the family's door god. With him around, no scoundrel would dare to enter their house.

The entire Song family imagined what Song Chunlin would look like as a door god, and finally couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Hahahahaha, Chunlin is the door god, hahahaha, that's pretty good hahahahaha"

Song Chunlin punched his brother angrily, "Brother, what are you talking about? I don't want to be a door god. This is too weird."

"What's so strange? I think you are really effective as a door god. Look, no one dares to pass by our door these past few days."

Song Chunlin's face was full of black lines: "Isn't this the effect you want? Who was it that told me that those people were too annoying and asked me to find a way to drive them away? Now you are making fun of me again. Next time I will never do this job again."

Seeing that Song Chunlin was really annoyed, the Song family members skipped the topic.

Having said that, it is almost the end of the year, and the Song family has started preparing New Year's goods early. In previous years, Song Chunlin was the most active in this matter, but this year he is a little out of shape. The Song family knew who he was thinking about at a glance, but everyone tacitly did not mention it.

After everyone had finished discussing, Song Dazhuang knocked on the table, signaling Song Chunlin to come back to his senses.

"Chunlin, come back to your senses. Come and see what's missing from this list?"

"Oh." Song Chunlin took the papers and glanced through them. He found that nothing was missing, so he nodded and said that he would do as the list said.

After everyone went to bed at night, Song Qin gently knocked on her second son's door.

"Mom, why are you here?"

"I made you a midnight snack, knowing you haven't been able to sleep at night lately."

Song Chunlin took the midnight snack from Song Qin's hand somewhat embarrassedly and put it on the table. Seeing that Song Qin had not left yet, he sat directly on the chair and waved for him to sit over as well.

Song Chunlin didn't understand why, but he still sat down obediently.

Song Qin looked at her well-behaved second son in front of her. He was the most handsome and beautiful of all the children in the family, and also the most capable and promising one in the family. But such a handsome and capable child has grown up now and has his own worries.

"Tell me, are you thinking about that kid Feng Yue?"

Song Chunlin didn't expect that his own mother had seen through it. He felt embarrassed for a moment, and couldn't find a reason to refute. In the end, he could only lower his head and keep silent, which was considered as his agreement.

Seeing him like this, Song Qinshi finally felt a little bit of the reality that she had raised a little boy. Ever since Song Chunlin woke up after hitting his head at the age of seven, he looked less and less like a little boy. He said that he had been to another world and seen the scenery of another world. Song Qinshi had also seen some of the scenery of that world from the tablets in his hands. Perhaps it was because he had lived in such a wonderful world that Song Chunlin was a child with big ideas. This became more and more obvious after he settled down in the capital.

Song Dazhuang often complained to his wife that his sweet and soft brother was gone. It was not without regret that he did it, but he hoped that his child would live safely and healthily. As long as he was alive, it didn't matter whether he looked like his brother or not.

I don't know if it's because Song Chunlin doesn't behave like a child, so Song Qinshi would subconsciously consult Song Chunlin whenever she has something to discuss, forgetting that Song Chunlin has not grown up yet in a sense.

"Look at you, it's obvious that you're thinking about him. Alas, men should not be kept when they grow up. What a pity! If it weren't for this, you and Fengyue would have been married this year."

Song Chunlin stammered his lips but couldn't say anything for a long time.

Song Qinshi seemed to have seen through him and gently touched her son's head: "If you miss him, go there when you have time, so that you won't always be worried."

Song Chunlin pondered for a long time, and finally shook his head silently.

"No, I can't make it back in time. Besides, I can still spend many New Years with him in the future, but every New Year with you, mom, and grandpa and little grandpa is one less. I won't go. I'll stay at home."

Song Qin was just about to express her admiration for her son's sensibleness, but his next sentence gave her a big twist.

"I'll wait until after the Chinese New Year and spend the Lantern Festival with him."

Well, it was still that son who had the most ideas. Seeing that he had made up his mind, Song Qin knew that the conversation tonight was over. She couldn't help feeling a little melancholy. It was not a good thing for her son to be too opinionated. She had planned to talk to her second son until midnight, but who would have thought that he already had the answer in his mind.

"You, you really breathe heavily when you talk, but if you want to celebrate the Lantern Festival, isn't it too late?"

Song Chunlin shook his head vigorously: "No, no, I'll go by bike, Mom. If I ride my bike, I can reach the border in less than five days, which is very fast."

What Song Chunlin didn't say was that these five days also included time for traveling in the middle of the night. There was no need to explain this to Song Qinshi, as she didn't know how fast she could ride a bike anyway.

Song Qin naturally didn't know, she looked at her son with half belief and half doubt.

"Really? Can we really reach the border in five days?"

Song Chunlin patted his chest, swore confidently, and even brought up modern means of transportation to compare with Song Qinshi.

"In my world, it only takes an hour to get to the border. It's that big airplane you've seen on TV. It flies in the sky. Didn't the ancients say that a day in the sky is equal to a year on earth? So an hour in the sky is equivalent to half a month on earth."

Is this what is meant to be interpreted?

Although Song Qinshi didn't understand, she understood what her son meant.

"So the word 'plane' means flying in the sky. I was wondering why people on TV always say they arrive by plane. I see."

Song Chunlin felt a little guilty. He used to just throw the tablet to his family and never explain to them what was inside. Now he thought, had he neglected his family for too long?

Ever since he decided to go to the border after the New Year, Song Chunlin's spirit and energy have been different. The most obvious thing is that he was so excited that he couldn't sleep in the middle of the night, so he got up and sneaked into the kitchen, started taking out pork, and planned to make some grilled sausages.

The next day, the Song family was awakened by the delicious smell of grilled sausages in the yard. Song Dundun was young and was the first to wake up. As soon as he woke up, he babbled and woke up his parents. At first, Song Chunsheng and Zhou Ning didn't react and thought the child was hungry. As a result, they suddenly smelled the aroma of meat mixed with barbecue spices.

The husband and wife sat on the bed and looked at each other tacitly.

“You smell it?”

"You smelled it too?"

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

"Did he smell it, too?"

This time there is no doubt that it really smells good.

"Who else could make something so delicious so early in the morning?"

"No need to guess, it's definitely Chunlin. He's the only one in the family who has so much free time and doesn't need to sleep."

Zhou Ning: “…” That’s it. What he said made a lot of sense and there was no way to refute it.

They got up, dressed, washed, and carried their son out of the room. The smell became even more fragrant as they walked out of the door. On the other side, Song Dazhuang's door also opened. Song Dazhuang was still dazed, but when he saw his eldest son and his family of three all got up, he came to his senses.

"You two just woke up? The person cooking in the kitchen isn't Chunlin, right?"

Yes, no one knows more about his son than his father.

When all the Song family members got up, they saw a large number of Cantonese-style breakfast meals and freshly baked grilled sausages in front of them, which stunned everyone.

"Chunlin, you're not sleeping in the middle of the night just to cook?"

Song Chunlin embarrassedly served a bowl of Jidi porridge to Grandpa Song, and also served a bowl to Grandma Song. After putting down the bowls, he talked about the fact that he couldn't sleep at night.

"Hehe, I had nothing to do at night, so I just wanted to eat some sausages. But it's not good to eat only sausages in the morning, so I made some snacks. It just so happens that we haven't had morning tea for a long time. Grandpa, try it and see if it tastes good."

Grandpa Song naturally didn't believe that Song Chunlin did all this by himself. He was afraid that he had taken out takeout from the space again. However, the takeout tasted pretty good. Grandpa Song, like everyone else, tacitly did not mention it.

Zhou Ning had been married for so many years that she already knew what to ask and what not to ask. Since the Song family didn't mind anyway, he naturally wouldn't say anything.

Song Dundun has started to eat complementary food. Song Chunlin prepared a low-salt version of meat porridge in his small wooden bowl. The pork was chopped into fine minced meat, and sprinkled with chopped green onions and walnut oil when it was out of the pot. Song Chunlin didn't know why he wanted to feed this to the child, but in the short videos he had seen before, many parents fed this to their children, probably for the brain tonic.

After a sumptuous breakfast, Song Chunsheng and Song Chunlin went out to buy New Year's goods. As the year came to an end, more and more people set up stalls. Song Chunsheng and Song Chunlin planned to buy some roasted nuts and snacks at the market, and the rest they could take from the space. In addition to nuts and roasted nuts, there were also various kinds of fruits.

In previous years, the best-selling fruit at the market was the Pinellia fruit, but now there are other fruits on the market, such as watermelons and grapes.

Seeing these two fruits from afar, Song Chunsheng and Song Chunlin looked at each other tacitly.

"Take a look."

"Let's go."

The two brothers walked to the fruit stall. The stall owner was shouting loudly, but there were very few people willing to buy. This was because the prices of watermelons and grapes at this time of year were already sky-high. Even the richest families in the town were reluctant to buy such expensive fruits, not to mention that these fruits did not look very fresh.

"The vines of these watermelons have all dried up, so they must have been stored for a long time. And judging by the color of the rind, these are the last batch of watermelons in the fall, so the taste is definitely not as good as the first batch."

"My guest, you have a good eye. This is the last crop of watermelons in autumn. I was reluctant to pick them until the weather got cold. I picked them and stored them in the warehouse, waiting to sell them for a good price during the Chinese New Year."

Song Chunsheng put his hands behind his back and looked at the stall owner: "This is not a good price, this is a sky-high price, boss, if you put these melons in the summer, I'm afraid no one will be interested in them."

The stall owner chuckled, "Of course, but it's the end of the year now, in the middle of winter, and you never know if someone will want to eat this. And look at these grapes, although this is the last batch of autumn, but when I picked them I specifically asked them to pick the unripe ones. They were transported all the way from the border, so although they are a little wilted, they are all ripe."