Song Tan Jishi

  Under the table is Song Youde.

  I saw him wave his hand: "The white-eyed wolf can't kill him!"

   Then came the same loud snoring, vaguely intertwined with Tang Xiaodong's next door, one after another, quite rhythmic.

  Song Tan greatly regretted it!

  If I had known that they would have to clean up the mess when they got drunk, they shouldn't have opened this drink!

   Look at the wine bottles on the table again—okay, I took a total of three bottles of wine, and now there is one and a half bottles left, is this the amount of alcohol? !

  She picked up the bottle and shook it, and she was about to be happy now.

  …

  The next day was another sunny day.

   When Seventh Cousin woke up, he couldn't help squinting his eyes at the glare of the sky outside the window.

   Then he realized: Hey, why is it so bright?

   When he walked out of the house slowly, he saw that the yard was quiet, and the air was steaming with heat, which made him sweat instantly.

  He was confused for a moment, and then remembered—oh, this is his home!

   No!

   Isn't he drinking? Why did you go back to your own home? And it was dark when I drank it!

   Touch the phone again—good guy, it's half past eight in the morning! At this point, all the workers are about to go home.

  He hurried into the kitchen to wash up with a basin of cold water, and then hurried to Song Tan's house.

  After entering the yard, I saw Grandma Seven and Aunt Lianhua's family peeling corn, and I couldn't help but feel a little guilty: "I got up late."

  Grandma Seven took a look at him: "Oh, that's amazing!" She said with a certain tone: "You don't get drunk after a thousand glasses, it's like bragging, a glass of wine will knock you down."

  Seventh Cousin feels ashamed!

  He wanted to say that he really wasn't able to drink like this.

  But Song Youde poured wine twice yesterday, two half cups, adding up to less than one cup, why did he sleep until this time?

  At this moment, I can only murmur guiltily: "This wine is really powerful."

   But, it's good.

  He smacked secretly, thinking about the aroma and lingering taste of the wine yesterday, he felt a little greedy again for some reason.

  Thinking about it, I am in good spirits today. I have no headache or discomfort. It seems that the wine is really well brewed...

  However, now is obviously not the time to think about these things.

  He looked around: "Why are you the only ones?"

  Aunt Lianhua laughed: "Uncle Song got drunk yesterday and asked Tan Tan to carry it back, but he hasn't shown up until now. I heard that my aunt brought people to do the weaving of straw mats."

   "As for Tan Tan and the others, they took people to break the corn early in the morning. Look at the corn, it's old."

   "That, that..."

  Seventh Cousin had a bad premonition: This wine is so strong, and he fell asleep for so long after just two sips, which is too late! Can I drink as much as I want in the future?

   "Then what do you have for breakfast?"

   "That's not easy!" Aunt Lianhua laughed: "Aren't there pumpkin steamed buns that were made yesterday in the freezer? I cooked a pot of porridge and steamed a pot of steamed buns, which is enough."

   While chatting, two people came out from the side room.

  Tang Xiaodong and Professor Song also stood up crookedly, and then faced the sky full of courtyards, showing the same expressions as Seventh Cousin this morning.

  …

   And in the field below the back mountain, Qiao Qiao started a live broadcast again.

  Today he is going to teach the children—breaking corn.

  Everyone is fully armed.

  Masks, hats, and long-sleeved jackets were all fully dressed before entering the cornfield.

  The leaves of corn are thick and wide, much stronger than sorghum. Once you walk in, the barbs on the leaves hang and scratch your clothes and hats.

  If someone who doesn't know how to do farm work comes in wearing a short-sleeved shirt, he will be cut **** in two strokes.

  Because of the humidity and heat, there are still clusters of mosquitoes piled up in the cornfield. Seeing so many delicacies entering the market at first glance, I wish I could eat all the food for a lifetime!

   Fortunately, Song Tan had already prepared, and everyone ordered a small handful of wormwood in their baskets.

  In short, very difficult.

  Someone in the barrage also sighed and spoke:

  【In the past, there was no corn field literature, people were pressed into the corn field like this... Now it seems that it’s all **** nonsense】

  【Not really, if you are used to the job...】

  【Are you used to the job and are covered in calluses? Are you trying to say this? Then you imagine, if this image, is it worth imagining? 】

  【Attention in front, don't talk nonsense just because we don't have management in the live broadcast room. Everyone here is responsible for the yellow card. 】

【Why. The main reason is that there are so many corns in front of me, and I feel uncomfortable seeing that I can't eat them. 】

  【Uncomfortable, ah, so uncomfortable! 】

  【This corn has a lot of knots, there are two or three cobs. How is it different from mine? I can only have one in my family. 】

  【The one in front, this is probably silage corn. High yield, bad taste. Processed feed is still very popular. 】

  【The price of green storage this year is not bad, it seems to be 151 mu】

  【1500 acres? This is too cheap, right? 】

  【Don’t talk nonsense if you don’t understand, this price is more profitable than selling corn cobs. 】

  【It is indeed quite profitable, but there are many restrictions. For example, the traffic in the mountainous area of ​​the anchor is inconvenient, so there must be no way to sell it like that. The acquisition cost is too high. 】

【right! In addition, it is not suitable for those without large-scale livestock breeding areas around, because the transportation cost is too high. 】

  【The anchor's corn is growing really well. It has been raining for a month at my house. The crops can’t bear it anymore]

  【It's hard to rely on the sky...】

  Different from the usual joking and begging for links, I watched the live broadcast all morning, and the corn cobs cracked basket after basket, and the anchor didn't even interact with them.

  Everyone has gone from being greedy to gossiping now—in short, you can’t walk, and you can only watch silently like this, as if the edges and corners have been smoothed by the live broadcast room.

   And at this moment, Song Tan came over, picked up the corn cob in his hand and peeled it three times, then roughly grabbed the soft and tender beard at the front of the corn, and tore it clean two or three times.

   "Jojo, come on, this one is so tender, it must be very sweet."

  Qiao Qiao was still wearing gloves on his hand, and now he bowed his head to Song Tan's hand and said "ahhh"—

   The immature corn kernels are milky yellow, light in color and tender. Being chewed by him like this, the juice splashed.

  The live camera is right in front of you.

   All the viewers in the live broadcast room were caught off guard by the food creation that appeared unexpectedly, and they were completely embarrassed!

  【Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh 】

  【What tender corn! No, no, I will go to the vegetable market early tomorrow morning to squat]

  【Who said earlier that this is green storage corn, is green storage corn so delicious】

  【The anchor’s eyes narrowed when he ate... equal hatred for every delicious food that I can’t buy. 】

  Isn’t that right?

   This corn is crispy and sweet in the mouth, with a unique aroma. The soft juice was chewed into the mouth, Qiaoqiao licked the residue on the lips, then raised his head:

   "Sister, don't you want to eat? It's delicious."

"I will not eat."

  Song Tan looked at him with a smile: "I like to eat older ones, and bake them at noon."

   "It's you, who liked tender corn when I was a child—come, eat more."

  Qiao Qiao also lowered his head obediently, and took another big mouthful of "ahhh".

  There were two jagged gaps on the plump and round corn cob, and some crushed corn kernels hung on the cob, like the broken hearts of fans.

   Today is a bit late, tomorrow must be early... Good night!