Free Web NovelChapter 2163: Chapter 1843: Time to Prepare for the Matchmaking Event?
The three graduate students were bewildered, their minds filled with dreams of a perfect life as they graduated with full honors from their continuous degree program, and now, the renowned mentor had personally come...
People often say, "The youngest son, the eldest grandson, is the life root of the elderly." Could it be that they are the master’s youngest apprentices?
Who knows, maybe they’re Professor Song’s favorite students?
In any case, the three of them stood by the roadside in a row, peeking around like a line of penguins.
"Professor, Professor, did you see that?"
"Professor, look here! This one bore particularly large fruit this year, and I’ve marked its runners separately."
"Professor, do you think putting some small hoop tunnels next to the dorms in winter would result in better traits than Tian Tian’s fifth-generation village seedlings?"
"Professor..."
The three of them were chattering away, sounding like a hundred ducks.
Professor Song, being older, pretended he was hard of hearing and didn’t catch anything. He first looked around briefly, then his eyes lit up:
"Little Chen, these are the three I mentioned yesterday, what do you think? Are they useful?"
Vice President Chen opened his mouth, wanting to say not to call him "Little Chen."
After all, he had worked his way up over many years and wanted a bit of respectability when he went out.
But since this skinny old man could swagger around Lao Song’s home, eating and meddling in the vegetable field, and they all shared the Song surname, they must be good relatives of the family, right?
So let’s approach this indirectly to solve the problem.
In any case, "Little Chen" it is then.
Little Chen sensibly looked over at the three young people: Wow, this Old Man Song really wasn’t exaggerating!
Look at these three standing in a row, with their fit and muscular physiques, slightly tanned skin -- they’re clearly robust! Suited for labor and clear-headed, definitely handy to have!
He walked over happily too: "Alright! But isn’t it a bit of a big parade for me to go out with three of them?"
"What do you mean big? Just employ them as you see fit. They’re young and don’t know much. I see you’ve considered everything thoroughly; following you around can help them learn a lot. This is their opportunity."
With that, Professor Song looked earnestly at him, "Little Chen, you’re quite capable; I appreciate your hard work."
It’s good to keep that in mind.
Vice President Chen’s lips curled up slightly, feeling he wasn’t far from a nice meal, as he assumed an elder’s demeanor and looked at the three students who hadn’t understood a thing:
"Um, I’m Chen Xiangyi, invited by Director Zhu for the village planning. Could you three introduce yourselves?"
He adopted an interviewing mode.
And the three students, still somewhat bewildered, glanced at their teacher, seeing Professor Song impatiently frown:
"What are you standing there for? It’s been raining lately; I don’t think your projects are that busy. Besides, Mr. Chen is young, experienced, and thorough in his thoughts, all things you lack. It’s a good chance to learn from him."
Yan Ran, Tai Xiaodong, and Qi Lin blinked, suddenly feeling aggrieved:
"Professor, what about the strawberries?"
Of course, they still needed tending to; Professor Song never forgot his main tasks.
But with this nonstop rain, it’s not like they could all sit out in the strawberry fields with umbrellas, right?
Since that’s the case, spare time should be spent learning and enriching themselves.
They were, after all, young and still students. Even if they had worked previously, they had mostly not officially entered society.
Now, getting to learn from the likes of Mr. Chen, who had worked his way up within the industry, was an invaluable opportunity to grasp his comprehensiveness and thought processes.
Not to mention, you could ask these three students, they’ve been in the village for a year, the work is done well, but as for industry-related planning, would Director Zhu not have asked them?
Do they have any practical and thorough suggestions?
If they really did, why would they specifically invite Mr. Chen over then?
The students: ...
Were this not arranged by Professor Song, they might have thought unscrupulous leadership was coming to claim the credit and dispatch them first.
Looking again at Vice President Chen, they had indeed heard about him from Director Zhu.
Initially, they wanted to arrogantly mutter to themselves, "They’ve seen village planning multiple times," but then thought, this was personally assigned by their professor!
After hesitating, they had no choice but to sincerely slightly bow to Vice President Chen, "Hello, Mr. Chen. I’m..."
Such obedient behavior! Vice President Chen eventually laughed:
Still students after all.
But then he looked down at the lush strawberry field: "This..."
His occupational instincts kicked in, thinking of planning in the village, but it didn’t seem suitable.
Because outdoor strawberry planting easily suffers from pest infestations. At that point, without the scientific management of Lao Song’s family or the willingness to apply biological agents, people might resort to using more pesticides.
Forget it, let’s think about it later.
For now, the strawberries were unnecessary. Professor Song called him:
"My students planted some strawberry seedlings in another village, about a ten-minute drive. Want to come take a look?"
"Sure!" Mr. Chen perked up, thinking he’d consider the planting conditions in other villages and naturally wanted to see the surrounding environment as well.
But when Professor Song casually instructed the students, "Go find Song Tan and get her good car key—"
They’d better not ride the pickup truck. He noticed it parked outside the courtyard, alongside Song Tan’s dad’s car, making it look even more pitiful.
With his old bones, comfort should not be compromised.
Mr. Chen glanced at his equipped vehicle—the key he had was a sole key, supposed to be exclusive for him.
Yet, thinking it through, he still felt uneasy!
Tai Xiaodong, oblivious to his woes, just chuckled at his professor, "Professor, you mean the car of her boyfriend, Lun Chuan, right? That car is indeed comfortable; I want to buy one too in the future."
Youngsters often don’t know the extent of the sky, constantly harboring new ambitions.
Professor Song didn’t even lift an eyelid: "Remember to take me for a ride when you get one."
Now it was Tai Xiaodong’s turn to feel embarrassed.
A million-dollar luxury car wasn’t even noteworthy online, but his professor really had ridden in luxury cars before; now he seemed a bit childish showing off.
He hastily and adeptly headed down the hill.
And down the hill, Aunt Zhang Hong, who finally had two days of free time, assisted Wu Lan in gutting the bitter melon, while casually saying:
"This rain sure has a significant impact. Hardly anyone’s come to the village this weekend, and I even made extra tofu."
Luckily, they had a specially designed room for making fermented tofu at home now, spending quite a bit to improve the setting, so the rain didn’t affect much.
Today, she also conveniently brought over a large basin of fresh tofu for Lao Song’s household.
In this humid weather, with fish head stew and tofu or simply prepared with scallions, it’s fresh no matter what.
Of course, she hadn’t come all the way just to deliver tofu.
Aunt Zhang Hong’s efficiency was on a different level compared to Zhou Maozhu’s family. She hadn’t forgotten about the promise despite being busy:
"Wu Lan, about the matchmaking event our village talked about, it was initially set for after fall when things calm down, so everyone could tidy themselves up."
But then she thought again: with both the scorching summer and autumn tiger’s heat past, won’t people up in the mountains get tanned quite dark?
Of course, it’s dark now too; it’s just not that obvious.
And now, with the ongoing rains, a lot of work can’t get done. Conversely, hardly anyone plans to travel during rainy seasons.
If that’s the case, why not take this opportunity to organize the matchmaking event?
