Song Tan Jishi

  Chapter 459 459. Precarious self-esteem

  Zhang Yanping turned his head numbly:

   "Sorghum stalks...are there sweet and non-sweet ones?"

   "Of course." Qiao Qiao looked at him strangely: "The sweet one is that the other variety will not mature until another month. Every year, grandpa will plant a few of them separately for me to eat."

   "Brother Yanping, are you greedy? It's okay, you can chop it up. There are quite a lot of plants this year."

  Zhang Yanping didn't know what expression to use for a moment.

  After a while, when Xin Jun was beside him, he couldn't help but let out a "puchipuchi" laugh, and he glared at him immediately:

   "Hi, you sinister and cunning teacher Xin! Is this an example you can set as a teacher?"

   Teacher Xin blinked innocently: "Did I do anything?"

  Zhang Yanping got stuck.

   Turning his head, he saw Xin Jun reaching out to him again: "Give me the knife, and I'll chop sweet sticks for you to eat."

   Zhang Yanping handed the knife back in a daze, always feeling that something was wrong.

  …

  The two useless adults here are groping to chop those tall and strong sweet sticks, while Qiaoqiao has already chopped down a whole row of sorghum, while not forgetting the children in the live broadcast room:

   "This is much easier to chop than corn."

   "Kids, if you have corn at home, you can compare it."

   "However, I still prefer corn, because this year's corn was planted by Mr. Qiao Qiao himself! I'll break the corn for everyone to see!"

【What? Teacher Qiao Qiao planted it by himself? I don’t believe it, unless you send one over to have a look]

  【Do you want to face the one in front? Unlike me, I just have to see a few corns with my own eyes. 】

  【Good guy, are you all so greedy? I'm willing to pay - is this corn no, is sorghum on the shelves? 】

  【Is it waxy corn, fruit corn or milk corn? If it’s silage feed corn, I won’t eat it]

  【You won’t eat it just by looking at it. Ordinary feed corn is especially fragrant and chewy when roasted over charcoal fire! 】

  At this time, Qiao Qiao has already brought the freshly cut sorghum stalks closer to the camera for the students to see:

   "Look, this kind of sorghum stalk is not sweet, and the flocs inside have dried up. It is not recommended for everyone to eat, like chewing wood."

  【What does it feel like to chew wood? I haven't chewed]

  【I just said that the sorghum stalks I ate when I was a child are sweet and some are not. It turns out that there are different types! 】

  【Indeed, the inside of the old one is like a ball of dry cotton, don't mention how hurtful it is to eat. 】

  【Why hurt feelings? Are you expecting too much from it? 】

  【Because it was one I stole in the village at night when no one was around】

  【…】

  And Qiao Qiao was thinking while moving: Is there any point that I haven't said?

  Mr. Xin said that when teaching others knowledge, you should summarize the main points first, and then explain in detail, but the essentials of chopping sorghum have been explained, so there is no point, right?

   You have to let everyone do homework after class and practice by yourself.

well.

  There was a deep regret on his fair face—why don't the students have land at home?

  It is very inconvenient to assign homework now.

  He really didn't think of any omissions, so he just let go of his heart, and then threw the live broadcast room aside again, and buried himself in his work.

   Although there were two laggards for the sorghum in the two points of land, with his current physique, he finished it in just one or two hours.

  At this moment, he waved his hand domineeringly like a triumphant general: "Brother Yanping, I finished cutting. My sister said that we should work together. If you are lazy and didn't cut sorghum, you have to be responsible for transporting it."

  Zhang Yanping:? ? ?

  He was still holding a sweet stick in his hand and gnawing on it, he couldn't help being dumbfounded.

  Look at the tricycle parked on the side of the road, and the sorghum lying on the ground—

   "Qiao Qiao, why are you doing farm work so fast? Are you not tired? Are you not hot?"

   "Because Jojo has been working!"

  Jojo crossed her hips depressedly: "Jojo is very obedient and won't be lazy like an adult."

   "Besides, although it's a little hot and a little tired, but the seventh cousin said that he will teach me how to make wine. In order to learn new knowledge, Qiao Qiao must defeat these sorghums—the power of light!"

  He threw the sickle into the basket, then crossed his hands, posing a classic pose.

  Lazy adult Zhang Yanping: …

  At this moment, Xin Jun took a few sweet sticks, and Qiao Qiao took a sickle and a basket, and left in style!

   Zhang Yanping could only grunt and drag the sorghum stalks from the ground to the tricycle on the road...

etc!

  The sorghum poles can't wait to exceed two meters, and they can't fit on the back bucket of the tricycle! He looked at the knife that Qiao Qiao had left on purpose, and tears could not help but flow down his dark face at this moment...

   Fortunately, Song Tan knew a lot about this cousin who didn't help the oil bottle when it fell down. Zhang Yanping groaned and chopped all the sorghum stalks in half, and Song Sancheng also followed.

  He looked at the messy pile of sorghum stalks in the field, and couldn't help being stunned: "Yan Ping, why are you cutting them in half?"

  Zhang Yanping sighed: "Uncle, this pole is too long, it can't fit in the rear bucket of the tricycle."

  Song Sancheng:…

   "Didn't Qiao Qiao teach you? This sorghum ear is cut 30 to 40 centimeters below the head, and the remaining pole is at most 1.56 meters, which can barely fit it."

   "The sorghum ears that have just been cut will be easy to remove when you go back."

  Zhang Yanping: …

  He wants to cry but has no tears: I said earlier that he is not a farm work material!

  Because of his tossing, by the time all the sorghum stalks were shipped home, the sun was already stinging his skin.

  Song Sancheng smiled and scolded him for being a fool, while sitting in a cool place under the porch, adjusted the angle of the fan to face himself, and then swung the machete again, and decapitated the sorghum stalks that had been chopped in half one by one.

  Zhang Yanping was so guilty that he didn't leave at all, but squatted in the porch and watched Song Sancheng's movements: "Does it have to be this long? Can't this half be used directly?"

Just as we were talking, Qiao Qiao and Grandpa Seventh Cousin had already spread another piece of plastic film on the ground, and then the two of them moved a small mat, reached out and took out two or three cut sorghums to hold tightly—it was the heavy sorghum spikes. The length of the stem is thirty or forty centimeters.

   Lift—

"Snapped!"

  The heavy sorghum hit the ground directly, and many sorghum grains fell down.

  Then Zhu and the two raised their hands again, and beat the sorghum ears down again.

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

   What fell all over the ground was not only the red sorghum ears, but also Zhang Yanping's precarious self-esteem.

  And Qiao Qiao asked curiously: "Seventh Cousin, how much wine can this make?"

  Seventh Cousin made an estimate: "This sorghum grows well. You can see that it is plump, round, and heavy—you can have three or four hundred catties of sorghum if you touch two cents of the land."

   "Using this wine makes about three catties to one catty—do the math, how many catties of wine?"

  (end of this chapter)