Chapter 844 844. Old Mrs. Zhou’s Thoughts
Teacher Qiao Qiao irresponsibly broke off the necklaces and hung them one by one on Grandma’s head and neck. The gray-haired old lady hanging on them was swaying in a beautiful way. The group of old men and women in front of them didn't think it was a big deal at all.
Little dolls love to play like this.
On the contrary, they were sitting together, chatting away. They seemed to be very old, but the movements of their hands were extremely nimble.
The entangled sweet potato vines were quickly torn apart and straightened out. At a glance, the old men and women knew which ones were tender enough to be eaten and which old ones could only be fed to pigs.
After the long vines were picked and thrown aside, they started again with the neat sweet potato stalks in their hands, and neatly pinched off the top leaves.
"Papapapapa", the movement was neat and rhythmic, and it quickly brought the distracted students in the live broadcast room into rhythm.
Don’t mention it, it sounds pretty good when it’s stuck.
Only the netizens in the live broadcast room were heartbroken——
[Leaves! leaf! 】
[Don’t pinch off the leaves, you can still eat them! 】
【Give me the leaves, ah ah ah, I know how to cook them, knead them and pickle them to make sour and spicy oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo Toum... [Picky eaters! The anchor family is too picky about food...Why on earth do all the good things go to pigs? 】
【What are you talking about... I already find it incredible when the anchor said eating sweet potato vines, you even want to pinch off the leaves】
【Yes, yes... …It’s not that bad…]
[Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" I didn't even buy pickled sweet potato vines"
[I've sworn to God, I set three alarm clocks in a row, and decided to go treasure hunting at the vegetable market tomorrow morning! 】
【The food delivery software has been cut from yellow to blue, but no one sells this spicy and sour sweet potato vine! ! ! 】
【Ah, I’m the only one who can tell when I’m full. Can obsessive-compulsive disorder be cured at the first level? 】
No, the sweet potato stalks that have been smoothed out have a similar arc and are placed into a clean basket one by one. Everyone's movements were rhythmic and rhythmic. They were chatting easily in dialect about things they couldn't quite understand, and their hands were moving one by one...
Not only does it cure obsessive-compulsive disorder, it is also quite hypnotic!
Although the sweet potato vines have piled up a small hill, a bunch of old men and old ladies sat together, and they had already tidied them up before it got dark.
The sweet potato stalks that have been picked out and neatly arranged are lying in the basket with a natural curvature. It is a feast for the eyes!
The picked leaves were not wasted. The old lady with quick hands and feet made a pile in twos and twos, picked up a big tattered cutting board, and chopped it into pieces "Duoduoduo" Putting it in the basket, he handed the basket to Qiaoqiao:
"Be good, take it to feed your chickens, ducks and geese."
As for those unloved sweet potato vines and the old leaves on the old poles, we can’t waste them, right?
Song Youde found an old man as his partner, and dragged a knife out from the corner - there are so many farm tools in the factory on this mountain!
The two of them stroked and chopped each other very smoothly, and they quickly chopped up a basket of pieces. But this time he didn't hand it to Qiao Qiao, but moved it to the tricycle. Song Youde arranged:
"Give half to our pigs, and half to the cattle and sheep on the river beach."
After all, pigs are in pens every day, and they don’t have as much fun as cattle and sheep eating grass on the river beach.
As for the basket of sweet potatoes dug by Qiao Qiao, Zhai Xiaofeng from the canteen has now rubbed them clean with a steel brush. They put the red-skinned ones in a pile and the white-skinned ones in a pile. They also neatly peeled off one for them first. Jojo eats. Qiao Qiao happily took it, and her eyes lit up after taking a bite. The sound of "click" was picked up by the microphone on the collar, and the eyes of netizens in the live broadcast room turned blue——
【Ah ah ah ah I want to eat too! ! ! 】
【Humph, what's so great, I'll go to the supermarket and buy a box of woo woo woo! 】
【Hey guys, Teacher Qiaoqiao has taught us a new skill. I will open my offer later and there will be another skill in the skill column: Eat Raw Sweet Potatoes】
[I am the only one who discovered that when this sweet potato is grown, not a single bit is wasted from top to bottom! 】
【Just kidding! Didn’t you hear what Teacher Qiaoqiao said? All the weeds removed from the vegetable garden are thrown into the fermentation tank! 】
【Making the best use of one thing... This is too much use! 】
But they could only say so much, because the new phone had held on until this point, and finally ran out of battery.
The old men and ladies on the mountain were not idle either. After finishing their work, they went into the kitchen to help Zhai Xiaofeng put away the dishes, tables and chairs. While marveling at the disinfection cabinet, I also looked at the shiny stainless steel dinner plates...
Smell the aroma of the big pot dishes carefully cooked by Chef Jiang again——
Oh my god! This is no better than having pickles and noodles at home!
......
However, not everything in the village is so harmonious.
For example, among the old men and ladies invited by the Old Song family, there is definitely no infamous Mrs. Zhou.
Why?
Why should others praise the old Song family for getting money and food? My unfilial son Zhou Maozhu puts rice and noodles at the door every month and doesn't care about anything...
What did she eat today?
The old cowpeas are fried casually, and from yesterday to today, there is still rice left.
She doesn’t clean up the vegetable patch herself, so she still goes to someone else’s vegetable garden to harvest the cowpeas!
It's just that the season is wrong. After searching for a long time, I only found this handful. It took a long time to pull out the old muscles, and two chubby meat insects were pinched out from the middle.
Fortunately, when frying the cowpeas, add half a ladle of water. The cowpea rice inside is well cooked and very fragrant.
As a result, while I was eating, I heard an old lady on the street loudly talking about the braised pork belly with winter melon, roasted loofah and egg drop soup, and a vegetarian stir-fried pumpkin shred for tonight...< br>
In comparison, the old cowpea in front of Mrs. Zhou is too miserable!
But the big white goose in the old Song family was too fierce. It hurt her for several days last time. She didn’t have the guts to ask him to torment him again. Now I heard people discussing it on the roadside. When tidying up the sweet potato vines, the old lady rolled her eyes and had an idea in her mind.
Mrs. Zhou then boiled oil and lit lamps at home until midnight, then quietly went out with a flashlight.
It was dark, and there was that scary big dog in the back mountain. She didn't dare to get out of the woods, so she had to take the main road.
But there is a long way to go from the main road to the hillside. Usually the old Song family rides electric bicycles or tricycles, leaving the little old lady panting.
But before I got there, I heard someone talking. Wait and take a closer look -
Hey, the mountains are brightly lit and there are quite a few people there!
Mrs. Zhou:...? ? ?
No one in the village talked to her, and she had no information. Naturally, she didn’t know that people were still picking vegetables in the mountains at midnight every day!
But it was already midnight, and she was unwilling to leave it like this. She couldn't walk again when she went back. The old lady looked at the juicy dishes, not to mention she was greedy.
Now I gritted my teeth and sat on the roadside waiting!
Update 1, do you still remember Mrs. Zhou?
(End of this chapter)