Chapter 404 404. Qiao Qiao shows you the house (1)
In principle, there is nothing wrong with it.
But...Song Tan turned around and pointed to the threshing machine on standby:
"We already have machines, so why do we have to do farm work by hand?"
It's not that she looked down on these classmates, it was just that if they smashed the ears of rice with their hands, thirty heroes would go into battle and they wouldn't be able to finish the two acres of land.
So...it's just a matter of doing some work. Everyone has spent money, but there is always some wonderful labor experience.
She pointed at the rice scattered in the field:
"In this rice field, not every ear of rice grows at the same time. Some are too early, and some are too late."
Thus, those premature rice ears matured a few days earlier, but they never fell off. They only stubbornly endured the scorching sun - by the time other rice ears matured, they had actually dried out. .
Now with such a gentle shake and a little force on the plastic sheet, the grains will fall off in a particularly numb way.
It's definitely not much, but there is absolutely no problem in making enough for thirty or forty people to have a meal tonight.
Asking everyone to thresh the grains with their own hands and eat them themselves will make a deep impression!
As expected, the students instantly became energetic!
At this moment, there is no emphasis on the division of labor. Everyone carries a big handful of rice into the rice field, finds a spot on the plastic sheet and beats it, and then cherishes the few grains that have fallen off. Pick it up with your hands and put it in the basket on the side -
The rice will get stuck in the gaps in the basket, but the students insist on not using plastic baskets, because they have to say this to make sense.
No, beat it three times, shoot two videos, pose for one and a half minutes, post to Moments and rest for five minutes.
This process can be considered completed.
......
Song Sancheng and Song Youde, father and son, stood on the roadside and looked at each other. The two similar faces were exactly the same [disliked]——
"That's it, when I was young, if I expected them, my whole family would starve to death."
"It's okay!" Song Sancheng comforted the old man: "They can only play for a few hours. It's too hot today and they can't hold on. After they leave, we will go to the fields to thresh grain."
< br>The rice in the two acres of land will be harvested in one day today, so I feel uneasy leaving it in the rice field overnight. But when I was transporting it home, I felt it was not necessary.
After all, there are quite a lot of grass blades raised by the threshing machine.
So, the father and son wanted to take advantage of the fact that everyone was harvesting rice in the afternoon, and they took the opportunity to beat the rice here.
When it gets dark, I will finish the work over there and finish threshing the rice here. I will take it home in sacks and lay it out in the yard to dry in the sun tomorrow... It's safe!
This job is not very strenuous for the father and son, and they can complete it in one day. The plan is sound.
Song Tan asked them to come back to the field at 4pm, but they still didn't believe it.
——How long can you toss in a bowl of rice?
Now it seems that there is still time to wait!
Song Sancheng took the time to ask: "Dad, look at you, I asked you to go to dinner at noon, why do you have to not go? You are embarrassed to have a serious meal in your new house."
Song Youde snorted: "There are so many people here at noon, why am I, an old man, going there? I am restrained by others - I don't lack that meal."
In fact, I still lack it.
Don’t mention it, without the child and his cousin, the lunch meal would not be that interesting.
They are all the same things from the fields, but they have become very picky recently and can tell the difference.
So after saying this, Song Youde quickly surrendered through the steps: "Go at night!"
The father and son looked at the field again, and couldn't help but frown again, showing expressions that they couldn't bear to look at. They simply found a shady place to sit down and waited patiently.
......
At this time, Qiaoqiao had opened the live broadcast room again.
“Children, Teacher Qiao Qiao’s new house is ready! I promised you to show it to everyone before.”
“My sister invited the classmates to hold a class reunion in the house, Qiao Qiao If Qiao’s grades are good and her classmates perform well, my sister said she can help and invite the students to come to Teacher Qiao Qiao’s house to attend the class reunion..." [Anchor, the class reunion is not organized by the teacher...]
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[Stop talking about the previous ones, our classmate association needs to be organized by Teacher Qiaoqiao! 】
【Teacher, when will the class reunion be held? My express delivery is particularly good, so I must be an outstanding student! 】
【Don’t ask, the anchor never watches the barrage unless his family members are free. 】
But...are the family members free?
That's really not the case.
They were busy packing and dividing the bits and pieces that the classmates asked for, and then pasted the names of the classmates one by one. How could they have the time?
And Qiaoqiao has already walked out of the yard with a sense of ceremony:
"Come, everyone, take a look, this is my new house, does it look good?"
Everyone was actually ready to see the country villa, but they were still shocked.
The white walls and gray roof are obviously a modern and transparent design, and the angled cornices show a Chinese charm... Although they can only be seen in a few places, they don't seem cumbersome and they also serve as the finishing touch... …
【This designer has something special! 】
【Three floors! ! ! I cried]
[Looks so big...oooooh...]
[What skills do I, a student, need to learn to be more promising than Teacher Qiaoqiao? ? 】
[Stop talking, this is my dream home]
[Is the anchor’s family still lacking a nanny? 】
Qiaoqiao didn’t watch the lively barrage. He had already arrived at the foot of the wall:
“It’s too hot now. My sister said that I would plant golden cherry blossoms here on a rainy day. The wolfberries grown here have thorns and grow quickly, which can prevent people from digging into the wall. But——"
Qiao Qiao looked up stupidly again and pointed the camera at the wall. : "There is no place to climb in the houses connected by the walls, probably for the sake of beauty!"
He shook his head and made his own analysis, which was particularly cute.
Then he pushed open the small door.
The yard does not have the long corridors, small bridges, flowing water, and greenery that everyone expected. Instead, it is divided evenly, with only a beautiful flower bed in the southeast and northwest.
It can only be said to be quite satisfactory.
So some netizens sighed:
[It looks like a nice house from the outside, but the design inside is really mediocre. 】
【Yes! I don't know how beautiful it would be to put a rockery in such a big yard, create a circulating river underneath, and raise some ornamental fish. 】
[The river should be made into a winding shape, preferably with a small bridge. The edges of the landscaping should be paved with pebbles, and some green plants or flowers should be planted.]
[The color combination is clever. If so, it’s even prettier than the internet celebrity base...]
[I just looked at the first few dew-drinking gods and said nothing]
【What's the meaning? 】
【Laughing to death! Internet celebrity bases are fine, but can they expose cowpeas? Can you dry bacon? Can I hang sausages? Is it convenient to do farm work at home? 】
【Where in the countryside are there no mountains? We still have to build a flower border river in the yard...are we not afraid of mosquitoes? Doesn't it cost money to make these? 】
[The anchor’s family obviously grows a lot of things, and they are so busy every day that their feet never touch the ground. Doesn’t the flower border need to be trimmed? Don’t you need to worry about the water and fish in the pond? 】
【The work in this field is not finished yet, who wants to rummage around in his own yard】
This is a dangerous number of chapters.
(End of this chapter)