Agriculture Idol

Chapter 239 Eggs
The old farmer pointed to the remaining half of the spinach on the edge of the vegetable field: "Are these enough? The rest are unnecessary, you can pick them all if you want."

Seeing that the old farmer was so forthright, the diving champion himself was somewhat hesitant: "Can you really give these to us?"

"Wait!" The assistant director said in time, "But this dish is still grown in the field, doesn't your family want to eat it?"

The old farmer said: "My wife and I are the only two people in my family. We have already harvested what we eat. Next, I am ready to dig the ground and plant the next one. All the leftovers in the ground will be turned into the soil to make fertilizer."

Then, the old farmer pointed to a ridge of field on the other side and said: "There are leftover broccoli over there, and there are probably some small broccoli left from the side buds. I think it is edible, but our family can't finish it." , you can take it with you if you want."

The old farmer said this, and the assistant director also confirmed that this was an ingredient that met the requirements of the show. Dayang and the diving champion began to pick vegetables clumsily.

Seeing that their movements were too slow, the old farmer started by himself, breaking off a few small broccoli from the side branches of the broccoli, skillfully breaking off the leaves and handing them to the two.

When the two of them saw that the dishes in their hands were about the same size, they stopped working and said to the camera, "We got spinach and broccoli!"

After the end, Dayang looked around the field of the old farmer's house, and suddenly saw something, pointing to the corner of the field and asked: "Master, you still have cabbage at home, and give us some of the remaining leaves of the cabbage outer layer." Bar!"

The old farmer said: "The ones left in the field are a few that don't grow very well. If you don't mind it, you can take it away."

Dayang went over to see that the cabbages kept in the field looked smaller and the leaves were not very firm, probably because they were stunted.

The diving champion stepped forward and twisted off the center part of the cabbage: "Anyway, it's fine to eat!"

In addition, the two actually received the white radish left by the old farmer in the field. It seemed that the first stop was quite fruitful.

On the other road, the combination of two athletes walked forward and heard a burst of chicken crowing.

One of them said: "That family seems to have raised a lot of chickens, we can ask if they have any extra eggs."

Another athlete nodded in agreement.

Walking around the wall, the two came to the gate of this family. The two probed into the open courtyard gate and looked in. The two concrete buildings were somewhat nondescript, but they seemed quite impressive.

The table tennis champion looked back at the assistant director who was following him, and asked with some trepidation: "So after we go in, tell people that we are from the program team of "Come to the Pot"?"

The assistant director nodded to confirm: "In addition, we have to ask the other party if they can let us shoot, after all, this is a private home."

Even with the support of such a program group, it seems a bit embarrassing to rush to a stranger's house to ask for food, but the program is like this, and the two athletes finally entered the gate.

After entering the gate, the two stood still again, looked at each other, and one of them said, "Hurry up."

Another replied: "Why don't you go ahead?"

The two looked at each other for a while, and one of them said helplessly: "This feels so weird, I'm even more nervous than when I played in the Olympics."

Finally, they walked in. The two of them were uneasy, when suddenly there was a loud roar from above: "You guys! What are you doing here!"

Everyone heard the sound and looked up. It was an old lady who was shouting down on the second floor of the house. Seeing a group of people below looking at her, they were not at all afraid.

One athlete touched his chest instead: "It scared me to death."

Another said: "Yeah, my heart is beating so fast..."

The old lady upstairs looked at it for a while, and suddenly said: "You look familiar, are you a celebrity?"

The famous gymnast took a deep breath to calm down his heartbeat, and replied: "Well, we are doing a program called "Come to the Pot 2" right now. Due to the program, I am sorry to visit without contacting you in advance."

The old lady looked at the people downstairs and felt that they were not bad people, so she said, "Wait a minute, I'll go downstairs first."

When the old lady came downstairs, she finally didn't have to raise her neck to speak. Under the halo of the sports champion, the conversation seemed much easier.

Through some introductions, the two athletes learned that the old lady ran a small chicken shed at home and supplied eggs to a dealer in the town.

After the two athletes took a long time to explain their reason for coming, the old lady nodded and said, "So you just came to ask if there are any extra eggs that you don't want?"

As she spoke, the old lady led the two of them to the shed in the backyard, and the dense crowing of chickens came from the shed, which was exactly the one they had heard before.

There was a sign on the door of the shed that said "Idle people are not allowed to enter". The old lady opened the door of the shed, pointed to a wooden box filled with white powder on the ground and said: "The chicken farm needs to be disinfected before entering the door. This is lime. Just step on the limestone before entering the door, as long as you don’t touch the chicken.”

After entering the door, looking around, several rows of chicken coops are relatively sparse in the spacious greenhouse.

The table tennis champion said: "This is the first time I have seen a chicken farm with my own eyes, and it feels different from what I saw on the news."

The old lady smiled and said: "This is just a small private chicken farm. I am the only one who manages it. Of course it cannot compare to the large, fully automated chicken farms that make the news."

The famous gymnast asked in surprise, "You are the only one? How many chickens are there?"

The old lady replied: "There are only about [-], which is really not that many."

Below the chicken coop, you can see several eggs, apparently just laid this morning.

The old lady pointed to the other corner of the chicken shed, over there were the eggs that had been collected today.

Before, the two athletes had told the old lady about the requirements for the ingredients of the show, and the old lady took out a small grid tray of assembled eggs from the lower shelf and said: "This is the shell of the egg that I received today. There is no broken egg."

The assistant director asked: "Aren't these eggs eaten at home?"

The old lady shook her head: "There's no need for that. I'm alone at home, and one egg a day is enough. I really can't eat these."

This seems to be true. Eggs are high in cholesterol, and it is really not good for the elderly to eat too much.

The assistant director continued to ask: "Will you not give it to the neighbors?"

The old lady also continued to shake her head: "Every household in the village raises chickens, so there is no need to come and eat my broken eggs."

In this way, the assistant director had nothing to say, and successfully let the two athletes accept the eggs.

The two athletes, who were nervous at the beginning, obviously relaxed a lot after getting the eggs, and they gradually talked more.He also sat down and chatted with the old lady for a while, and by the way, asked the old lady to have dinner together in the evening.

Before going out, the old lady sighed: "You children are all good. You can not only win glory for the country, but also come to talk with old women like me. If you don't make a show next time, please be sure to bring some good things. Eggs to eat at home!"

The two athletes immediately felt a sense of comfort, and believed that the strength supporting them to stand on the sports field probably came from the support of these small people in the country.

(End of this chapter)