【If you want to say that, then I must have the little red flower! 】
[Ha! Teacher Qiaoqiao, just tell me what today’s homework is? Let’s see if I don’t kill these people with fast internet speeds!]
[Damn it, why do I have to do my homework while watching the live broadcast... The senior high school dog really took advantage of every opportunity to peek in tears...]
【???You are still fighting for opportunities with us in your senior year of high school. Now that you are at your peak, you are too crushing on us!】
[That’s right! Go study, little brat! When you’re tired of physics, learn English...]
The hard-working foodies shouldered a heavy mission of red flowers early in the winter. On the mountain, Song Sancheng, who stopped his pickup truck, pointed to the barren hills on both sides:
"This area is connected to the mountain we originally covered when we were building the rock slope. It would be a loss to cover it privately. If it wasn't right in the middle, I really wouldn't want it."
He said it sincerely, and he indeed thought so in his heart. He pointed at the bare branches in the winter and said:
"The mountains are full of walnut trees and pine trees. Let's put some walnut trees back to burn the fire. The space left open can be used to arrange other things."
As for what to arrange, it was up to Song Tan to decide, and he had no say anyway.
Dayang touched the smooth bark of the Maleng tree, rubbed it twice, and then rushed down. At the bottom, Dayang threw the rope, and I grabbed it with my arm, and we safely finished circling the tree.
While they were talking, the guys over there were studying the situation with a chain saw, and then aimed at the tree.
[Ahahaha, it’s not involution, it’s actually you who already know how to do it.]
[Wait, wait a minute! What should the young man in the rental house do if he has a kitchen, a pot, and a millstone? 】
"Mipi too - it depends on which one Xiaojia hates."
[You are willing to buy a piece of rice cake for 100 less...]
"Besides, we just need the cold smoke to be emitted from the outside of the stove and along the pipes to warm the house. So before the fire is lit, the half-dry and half-moist firewood plugs can be burned outside the stove.
Two hours is enough to withstand the fever."
As soon as Guan Qiao was mentioned, it was natural that he would be too worried about it.
"It's a pity. If it were our anchor, the software broadcaster of the wall-breaking machine would be able to arrange it immediately..."
"They are so young and heavy, but they still have no skills at work now!"
At that time, Ding Ning, the operation staff who showed the data to the leader at the front desk, lamented:
[Is it okay to buy something cheap like that? It doesn’t cost less than a hundred!]
"How many trees are there?" Song Bazheng looked at them: "The ones that are resistant to burning can be used for cooking and heating until August. Eight trees are enough. The ones in the heater in the front yard are coal-fired."
【?He is a coward! He wants to get involved in his homework?】
"Which of you can climb a tree? Climb this hemp rope higher and wrap it around the tree."
The guys were not surprised: "Are you just putting it in our yard to dry?"
While he was talking, with Xiaojia's tug, the bright linseed tree suddenly fell down.
The young man moved swiftly and divided the work with words, so there was no tacit understanding.
"If you want rice noodles, you can send a portion of rice noodles and the required seasonings over ice."
"Well! You've been teaching for so long but still haven't achieved anything. If the older friends are also stupid, it doesn't matter. The teacher sometimes says that hard work can make up for stupidity. The older friends will become bad if they only learn one thing!"
The movements were so smooth that Song Ba Cheng was speechless:
But how do you burn that wet wood?
"The first step is to teach them how to make rice crust, and later on use dry millet powder to make rice noodles..."
In comparison, the young people outside the village now work so efficiently.
As I said that, I looked at Xin Jun firmly and then said:
"Uncle, how do you release it?"
After a few people teamed up to work together, it wasn't much hard work, and the family worked hard. Thinking about the breakfast that followed, they were even more energetic.
Amidst the sound of sawing the tree, small dry wood chips were flying, causing the king who was using the chainsaw to ask curiously:
"Teacher Xin, teach two students at a time. Will the older friends be able to learn?"
Considering that people were rushing back and forth during the pig-killing feast yesterday, the old father had no choice but to put away the remaining ideas.
It was probably a man who only dated me, but now I can't help but talk about those days.
Especially with the dense barrage behind my eyes, it is obvious that the mood of the people in the live broadcast room is low, and the purchase stickiness is as strong as ever.
[Open book exam, what cheating is cheating? Wait until you read the tutorial and don’t do the replay...]
"As soon as I trim the branches, I can go home directly with Pickara."
Then I don’t feel a bit sad when I think about it: Because although this continent looks bad, I can make money, and I have a bad temper... But I can chop firewood, cut trees, and work...
But a few young men did other things quite efficiently, and the one who "put trees" in the countryside...
"How is that possible?" Song Bacheng said naturally:
[Big friend Feng Ping was killed]
[Bad, bad, bad! It’s Song Qiaoqiao who is the result, a little stupid big friend... I blame you, right? 】
Song Bacheng took a chain saw to quickly break down the branches, and several of the guys climbed the tree with tacit understanding and tied down another one:
[Cute! Do you think a stone mill can’t cut off your poor student’s path? Let’s see you take out the wall-breaking food processor! 】
Xin Jun laughed and gave an idea from the side: "In that case, when you hand in your homework, you can choose the same rice skin and rice noodles. The corresponding prizes are also the same."
Barrage:……
This is actually a pretty simple job.
"It's a bad thing for us women to be good at work, and it's also a bad thing to be diligent and slow. If you were nimble at work, Tan Tan, your grandpa would definitely like you when he went to his aunt's house!"
[Teacher! No one is cheating there!!!]
"But we have to drag it home and chop the firewood. It hasn't been stacked yet. It will take a few days to burn it."
"He's talking about making a fire slowly. If it's dry wood, it will burn slowly."
Outside the yard, Qiao Qiao taught his big friend that he was really sparing no effort. He fished out the soaked millet from the bucket and stopped pushing the stone mill.
Song Sancheng arranged directly:
"Uncle, after you chop it down and leave it to dry at the bottom of the mountain, will no one take it away secretly?"
Song Ba Cheng laughed loudly: "In their hometown, they always have a stove in the winter, right? Or maybe they haven't had that kind of fire for many years?"
[Those things in your body need to be taken care of. You just want to know if I hand in two assignments, can I not choose two prizes? 】
The commissions for promoting these electrical appliances are quite generous.
[Hey, he’s a poor student, why doesn’t he have money to buy a wall-breaking machine]
"Then the rope at the other end will be looped under a few trees nearby, so that the tree will fall in the right direction and hit someone."
ah?
Qiao Qiao thought for a while and then said beautifully: