Chapter 415 415. Da Tian’s grievance
It was obviously a long night.
Qiao Qiao was busy harvesting rice and doing live broadcasts during the day... She slept particularly soundly at night.
At this moment, the faint moonlight was shining in front of the window. He was sleeping on a straw mat as green as emerald, and his whole body felt cool but not cold.
On this summer night, you don’t even need to turn on the air conditioner, just put a quilt on your body and feel comfortable.
There was a long cool breeze blowing outside the window, and an unknown bird call occasionally came from the silent valley. The tall wall blocked all the troubles in the back mountain...
He lay there, his belly rising and falling slightly, and Just like the sleeping Oda in the paper box at the end of the bed, which is becoming more and more plump and soft, it is too sweet.
At this moment, a shadow suddenly appeared in the moonlight on the windowsill!
The next moment, there was a slight sound of pulling the screen window. Datian rolled over in the box with difficulty, then carefully grabbed the cardboard box and looked out with beady eyes——
< br>But nothing was seen.
It circled around in the carton twice, and finally stuffed two handfuls of rice grains into its cheeks, and then fell back to sleep peacefully.
At this moment, a hole had been ripped out of the screen window, and a gray and bald figure got in, and soon and quietly disappeared under the window sill.
Not long after, there was the same figure again.
In front and back, there are almost a dozen of them!
They moved mysteriously like mice along the wall in the house, and then they unanimously locked their target on the ordinary cardboard box.
Da Tian suddenly woke up from his sleep!
When he opened his eyes, he saw a gray squirrel scratching around on the box!
“Squeak——!!!”
It made a miserable cry, thinking it was earth-shattering, but it was just a field mouse!
At this moment, Qiaoqiao didn't even breathe.
I saw about a dozen gray-haired squirrels staring at the thick layer of rice grains in the box, with happiness and surprise in their eyes. Without saying a word, they crazily started stuffing it into their cheeks.
Ota was running around, squeaking and squeaking incessantly. Unfortunately, Qiao Qiao was sleeping with no intention of waking up.
So much so that the chubby vole finally shrank in the corner of the box in grievance, and only had time to cover his chubby cheeks with tears...
The next morning Early in the morning, the little rooster in the back of the mountain, which had not fully grown in strength, started to sing its voice very competently.
Qiao Qiao had a good night's sleep, and now she rolled around happily on the bed. Hearing something moving downstairs, he followed it.
Out of habit, he glanced into the box -
"Huh?" Qiaoqiao squatted down, curiously opened the box and looked left and right: "Da Tian, a whole bowl of rice, you can eat it in one go" Did you eat it all at night? Or did you really dig a hole and hide it?”
He looked around nervously, but - it must have been too clean!
He picked up Da Tian’s plump body, pulled it with his hands, and then shook it head down——
“Puff puff puff——”
Three white grains of rice were poured out. They were the bits of grain Datian had to fight to save from the covetousness of more than a dozen squirrels last night.
However, Qiaoqiao didn’t know.
He just poked Da Tian's cheek again with his finger, and laughed: "Da Tian, you are so stupid! No one will compete with you, so don't burst your stomach after eating so much."
But Qiaoqiao quickly found another reason for Da Tian: "Are you still growing? You must have eaten too much. Look at you, you are fat..."
As he spoke, Da Tian's hair was still shiny and his body was soft. Except for his low mood (Qiao Qiao guessed it was because he was overeating), everything else was fine.
He could only sigh deeply like an adult: "You kid, why are you so greedy? It's hard to digest if you eat too much. I won't feed you today."
As he said that, he turned around and got into the bathroom. .
A mouse huddled in a box in the field. Because its cheeks were too bulging, it could only make an extremely weak sound - "Squeak!" A faint syllable, which contained a lot of grievances.
...
No one knows Da Tian’s sadness.
On the second day, the Old Song family became busy again.
Qiao Qiao was still busy with his work, while Song Sancheng and Song Youde were responsible for pouring the rice harvested yesterday into the yard to dry -
In Song Tan's memory, this was a very relaxing time All you need to do is play with yourself and stare at the rice, and then turn over the rice every once in a while with an iron grip or walking barefoot.
However, not today.
I saw golden rice paddy all over the yard, attracting the walls, eaves, porches and treetops to be filled with densely packed birds.
It's like risking your life to practice "Eat a bite of rice, and you will be content even if you are a ghost."
“This thing is too thief!”
Seventh Cousin was very annoyed: “If you put a dustpan on top of these birds, you can catch more than a dozen of them with one dustpan! I’ll eat it to the death!”
As if they were not afraid of people at all, they drove away this group and that group, even several people holding long bamboo poles were too busy to do so.
“Let’s get a net to cover it.”
Song Tan hesitated a little: “The rice needs to be turned over all the time, so it is inconvenient to cover it.”
As soon as I said this, I saw another group of birds rushing towards me——
At that time, a lot of effort was made to drive away insects and birds in the rice fields and vegetable fields. Now, it is better. One bite of mature rice can Fighting hard, right?
With so many people at home, it was a bit strange for her current aura to make such a big expulsion move, and she had to wait until the dead of night.
But in the dead of night, who is drying the rice?
Song Tan had no choice but to sigh depressedly: "Okay, I'll find a fishing net to surround the top and all sides, and raise the bamboo poles at the bottom to make it easier for people to turn over the rice and move around."
It will not affect the sun drying of millet.
It’s a little troublesome, but it’s better than being like General Hengha now, holding a bamboo pole and guarding the rice field, right?
...
The weather has been particularly favorable these days. The sun has been scorching hot for many days in a row, which makes it especially convenient for them to bask in the sun.
Old man Li, carrying a basket, happily went to the rice fields to pick rice ears.
Not to mention, doing it leisurely now is much more comfortable than the life-threatening posture when I was rushing to harvest it! This mentality is different.
The little old man was even in the mood to hum a song.
Generally speaking, after the rice is dried, not all of it is shelled for the sake of storage.
But the Seventh Cousin snorted: "What good things are you thinking about? As long as you each have enough food, it's pretty good if the rice can last until the end of the year!"
Song Tan:...This That's the truth.
And...
"Shell them all, and then give me another 20 pounds and I will give them away."
As for who to give it to, everyone knew it by heart. The one who traveled thousands of miles to send a handful of flowers last time——
Zhang Yanping was so distressed: Just the smell of the rice, he slept in a rice vat in his dream last night. !
Not to mention 20 kilograms, he couldn’t bear to part with even two kilograms!
Unfortunately, this is not his family's rice. At this moment, I can only lament:
"Then you will have to plant more acres of rice next year!"
Also, it will be late, so let’s watch it tomorrow morning.
(End of this chapter)