Chapter 459 459. Precarious self-esteem
Zhang Yanping turned around numbly:
“Sorghum stalks...are they divided into sweet and non-sweet?”
“Of course. "Qiao Qiao looked at him strangely: "The sweet thing is that the other variety will not mature until another month. Every year, grandpa grows a few for me to eat."
"Brother Yan Ping, Are you greedy? It’s okay, go ahead and cut it, there are quite a lot of them planted this year.”
Zhang Yanping didn't know what expression to use for a moment.
After a while, I heard Mr. ! Is this an example of what a teacher can do?"
Teacher Xin blinked innocently: "What did I do?"
Zhang Yanping was stuck.
Turning around, he saw Xin Jun extending his hand to him: "Give me the knife, and I'll cut the sweet stick for you to eat."
Zhang Yanping handed the knife back in a daze, feeling that something was wrong.
…
The two useless adults here are groping to cut down those tall and strong sweet poles, while Qiao Qiao has already cut down a whole row of sorghum, and is also cutting down the sorghum. Don’t forget the children in the live broadcast room:
“This is much easier to chop than corn.”
"Children, if you have corn grown at home, you can compare it."
"But I still prefer corn, because this year's corn was planted by Teacher Qiaoqiao herself! I will break the corn for everyone to see! ”
【What? Teacher Qiaoqiao planted it himself? I don’t believe it, unless you send one over to take a look]
[The one in front is shameless? Unlike me, I just have to see a few corns with my own eyes. 】
【Good guys, are you all so greedy? I'm willing to pay for it - is this corn, or sorghum, on the shelves? 】
[Is it waxy corn, fruit corn, or milk corn? I won’t eat it if it’s silage corn]
[You won’t eat it just by looking at it. Ordinary feed corn is particularly fragrant and chewy when grilled over charcoal fire! 】
At this time, Qiaoqiao had already brought the newly cut sorghum stalk close to the camera to show the students:
“Look, this kind of sorghum stalk is not sweet, and the lint inside is not sweet. It’s already dried and I don’t recommend eating it. It’s like chewing wood.”
[What does it feel like to chew wood? I haven’t chewed it]
[I was just talking about how the sorghum stalks I ate when I was a kid were either sweet or not. It turns out there are different varieties! 】
【Indeed, the old one is like a ball of dry cotton inside, not to mention it will hurt your feelings when you eat it. 】
【Why hurt feelings? Are you expecting too much from it? 】
[Because that was the one I stole in the village at night when no one was around]
[……]
Qiaoqiao was thinking while moving: Are there any important points that have not been mentioned?
Mr.
We have to let everyone do their homework and practice it themselves.
Alas.
A trace of deep regret appeared on his fair face - why don’t any of his classmates have land at home?
It is very inconvenient to assign homework now.
He really didn't think of anything missing, so he simply felt relieved, then once again threw the live broadcast room aside and immersed himself in working.
Although there are two sorghums in the two-cent field that are holding back, with his current physique, he can finish the work in just one or two hours.
At this moment, he waved his hand domineeringly like a victorious general: "Brother Yanping, I have finished cutting. My sister said that we must work together. If you are lazy and do not cut sorghum, you must be responsible for transporting it."< br>
Zhang Yanping:? ? ? He also held a piece of sweet pole in his hand and chewed it, and he couldn't help but be dumbfounded when he heard this.
Look again at the tricycle parked on the side of the road and the sorghum lying on the ground——
"Qiaoqiao, why are you doing farm work so fast? Aren't you tired? Aren't you hot? "
"Because Qiaoqiao has been working!"
Qiaoqiao put her hands on her hips depressedly: "Qiaoqiao is very obedient and will not be lazy like adults."
"Besides, although I'm a little hot and a little tired, my seventh cousin said he would teach me how to make wine. In order to learn new knowledge, Qiao Qiao must defeat these sorghums - the power of light!"
He put the sickle in his hand. Throw it into the basket, then cross your hands to create a classic pose.
Lazy adult Zhang Yanping: ...
At this moment, Xin Jun took a few sweet poles, Qiao Qiao took a sickle and a basket, and left in style!
But Zhang Yanping could only hum and drag the sorghum stalks from the ground to the tricycle on the road...
etc!
The sorghum poles each wish they were longer than two meters, and they cannot fit on the back bucket of a tricycle! He looked at the knife that Qiao Qiao had specially left behind, and he couldn't help but shed tears on his dark face at this moment...
Fortunately, Song Tan's expression was that he didn't even hold the oil bottle when it fell. Zhang Yanping groaned and chopped all the sorghum stalks in half. Song Sancheng also came over.
When he saw the messy piles of sorghum stalks in the field, he couldn't help but be stunned: "Yanping, why did you cut them in half?"
Zhang Yanping sighed: "Uncle, this pole is too long and can't fit in the back of the tricycle."
Song Sancheng:...
"Didn't Qiao Qiao teach you? If you cut the top thirty or forty centimeters below the sorghum ear, the remaining pole will only be 1.56 meters at most, which can barely hold it. "It's gone."
"It's easy to remove the sorghum ears when I go back."
Zhang Yanping:...
He wanted to cry but had no tears: I've already told you that he's not meant for farm work!
Because of his hard work, by the time all the sorghum stalks were transported home, the sun was already stinging his skin.
Song Sancheng smiled and called him a silly boy, while sitting in the shade of the corridor, adjusting the angle of the fan to face himself, and then swung the machete again, cutting the sorghum stalks in half one by one again. Remove the head.
Zhang Yanping felt so guilty that she simply refused to leave at this moment. She squatted on the corridor and watched Song Sancheng's movements: "Does it have to be so long? Can't this half be used directly?"
As he was talking, Qiao Qiao and Grandpa Qibiao had already spread another piece of plastic film on the ground. Then the two of them moved a small horse, stretched out their hands and took out three or two chopped sorghum stalks and held them tightly - they were heavy sorghum ears. It has a stem length of thirty to forty centimeters.
Lift up——
"Bang!"
The heavy sorghum hit the ground directly, and many sorghum grains fell down.
Then the two of them raised their hands again and beat the sorghum ears down hard again.
“Pop!”
“Pop!”
"Bang!"
It was not just the red sorghum ears that fell to the ground, but also Zhang Yanping's precarious self-esteem.
And Qiaoqiao asked curiously: "Seventh cousin, how much wine can this make?"
Seventh cousin estimated: "This sorghum grows well, look at this It's plump, round, and heavy - you can probably get three to four hundred kilograms of sorghum if you touch it. "
"Using this to make wine will produce about three kilograms of sorghum - do the math, how many kilograms. Wine?”
(End of this chapter)