Chapter 848 848. Live Broadcast of Digging Sweet Potatoes
After two hours of gossiping, Brother Zhang finally put tape on all the small express boxes he brought, turning them from flat pieces of paper into A small, boxy box. Now they are piled up in the corner of the yard. It’s so spectacular. There are so many of them.
Then the next step is to put the sorghum in the transparent plastic packaging boxes one by one, seal the boxes and take them away...
"Wait!"
He suddenly reacted: "Why hasn't my machine produced an order for a long time? Didn't you print it?"
Zhang Yanping was confused for a moment: "Don't you have an order?"
That shouldn't be the case... He looked at the computer and thought about it, then stood up slowly: "Sorry, sorry, I forgot to put it on the shelf."< br>
In short, sales haven’t started yet.
Brother Zhang: ...
Zhang Yanping is not nervous: "It's only 4:00 now, it's still early, so don't worry if you wait for ten or eight minutes."
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Then he shouted: "Qiao Qiao! Qiao Qiao!"
Song Tan was lying on the recliner and swaying like an uncle. When he heard the noise, he crossed his legs and said, "Qiao Qiao is in the sweet potato field. Go and find him there." .”
Ah, sweet potato!
Zhang Yanping was drooling for a moment and hurriedly said to Brother Zhang: "Are you tired of posting on boxes? Sit down and have a rest. I'll ask Qiao Qiao to shout in the live broadcast room. Don't worry, it will definitely sell out in ten minutes. Finished!"
While moving the notebook closer to him: "If you want to see if it is sold out, just click on this delivery and print the express delivery receipt."
The dark, burly man took his cell phone away, searched around the yard twice, found a paring knife and walked away menacingly. Looking at that posture, it doesn't look like he's going to eat sweet potatoes, but he's going to stab someone!
No, I brought the murder weapon with me!
Brother Zhang had a sentence in his mouth, but he wanted to say it but didn't say it out: But didn't you show off before that you could sell out the goods in ten minutes without any advance notice?
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Here, Zhang Yanping gathered his coat while going up the mountain - it was cold in the mountains, and the temperature had dropped before the sun set.
When he climbed up the mountain, he could still vaguely hear the voices of old men and women on the mountain, and he couldn't help but sigh:
"I wish I had a life like this when I retire."
What? What kind of day?
They were in their 70s and 80s. Seeing that the old Song family had little work to do, they refused to leave and stayed in the factory to clean. Cleaning is not done half-heartedly, but several people work together to tidy up one room at a time. The tidying up is called clean!
Why are you so enthusiastic?
Just for the canteen!
They are old, and many of them are not good at using electrical appliances. They only know how to burn wood stoves and cook cold pots and stoves when they go home. Even if they cook a few noodles, they will not die...
Who would be happy? ah!
It’s better to come here and chat and work together without feeling tired and still have some food.
It's strange to say that people are strange. When they didn't work in Lao Song's house before, they were not willing to go even if people came to invite them to eat, for fear of offending others.
It's better now. Everyone's mentality has changed inexplicably. No one is inviting them, so they can't help but stay here.
In short, Chef Jiang, who makes the food particularly delicious, also has a major responsibility.
A group of people were so busy that Song Youde shouted: "No one is around when the door is locked, and the factory is not dirty. You guys have to eat two kilograms of my rice in one meal!"< br>
The old ladies were not happy: "Look at you, you are not a particular man, aren't you? I will sweep your big yard clean, won't you have to dry the rice tomorrow? How convenient."
< br>"That's right! If you really think our work is boring, let us go to your wheat field and I will pull the tares for you."
"Song Youde, I will cut the rice for you next year, so don't hire a machine."
"Go, go, go!" Song Youde didn't dare: "Everyone's eyesight is dim, I'm afraid you'll tear off my wheat seedlings... ..."As for not hiring machines next year? Let’s talk about it next year! In early summer, there were still strong laborers in the village who could harvest rice, but this autumn, it was their turn to build fermentation tanks.
The cost of cutting with this machine is the same as labor, but it is faster. As long as the weather is not bad, any machine can be used!
The factory was bustling with laughter and laughter. Workers drinking water at the dormitory construction site not far away also looked expectantly:
"I don't know what to eat tonight?"
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How could Zhang Yanping not be greedy for such a lively scene? He wondered if the retirement canteen should be of this level. What kind of unit couldn't he work until he was old?
After standing on the hillside and listening quietly for a while, he walked along the other side to the sweet potato field below.
Two tricycles were parked on the roadside, and the straw that had just been harvested from the factory today was thoughtfully spread underneath. The mobile phone was placed there. Zhang Yanping went over to take a look and found that the live broadcast was indeed on.
It's just that the anchor obviously forgot again. Now he is walking away with his hoe, and the barrage is numb.
While Qiao Qiao and Song Sancheng Wulan were in the sweet potato field. The two men gently waved their hoes, and Ulan held the basket for a while, muttering twice:
"Be careful, be careful, look at this sweet potato and it's broken again—— Oh, how beautiful this sweet potato is! You dug up a long strip of it!”
Ulan was heartbroken because the injured sweet potato couldn’t be stored. You know, they also have the God of Wealth, Boss Chang Bao, and he is willing to take these sweet potatoes for 40 a pound!
It’s a pity that Tan Tan said that there is not much planted this year, so you can keep it for yourself - well, let her tell it, this is quite a lot, almost two acres of land, red skin and white skin combined. , Two acres of land and ten thousand pounds!
The cellar must be filled!
“Auntie!” Zhang Yanping called her from the roadside, his tone was very sweet but his person was very fierce. Seeing this, Ulan couldn't help but turn his head:
Forget it, just keep it.
Three big bowls of food at home is too much!
Zhang Yanping, who knew nothing about it, could not remember the mission he was tasked with. He just took out a white sweet potato stained with mud from the truck bed and said loudly:
"I'll eat one first!"
Probably because they knew each other too well, Ulan roared again from a long distance:
"Eat what's in the basket on the ground!"
Zhang Yanping looked down and found the basket on the other side of the car. Then he silently put the sweet potatoes back in his hands, squatted down and picked one with the top cut off.
The sweet potatoes have been selected, do they need to be washed?
He still had a paring knife in his pocket, but he could look at a group of ducks swimming happily in the pond in front of him, as well as the two "gooses" called Dabai and Goose Girl who pricked from time to time, and the water plants in the middle. Flying duck feathers...
He turned around decisively, took two steps up the slope, and came to the edge of the ditch repaired in the summer:
"Come, come to the live broadcast studio, let's Let’s eat a sweet potato first—and look at our environment, this newly built water canal! This water comes from the spring on the top of the mountain, and it’s clear and bright!”
As for the spring, it was opened at the beginning! It goes without saying that the well was drilled.
He put the sweet potato in front of the camera for a close-up, and then changed the live broadcast angle:
"Click to see, eat sweet potatoes raw!"
Update 1.
Sweet potatoes can really, really be eaten raw. I like them very much. Children or older people in the village should be familiar with them.
The first time I heard about Baoer, he probably had very little exposure to these.
Normal sweet potatoes can be stored in the cellar for 2 to 6 months. If the radish is buried in the sand, it can last up to three to five months.
Of course, based on my experience, it’s easy to get nauseous after three months (maybe shorter).
(End of this chapter)