During the day, Qiao Qiao was busy harvesting rice and doing live broadcasts... She slept particularly soundly at night.
At this moment, the faint moonlight was shining in front of the window, and he was sleeping on the emerald-green straw mat, feeling cool but not cold all over his body.
On this summer night, there is no need to turn on the air conditioner, just put a quilt on your body and feel comfortable.
There is a cool breeze blowing outside the window, and an unknown bird call occasionally comes from the silent valley. The tall wall blocks all the troubles in the back mountain...
He was lying there, his belly rising and falling slightly, just like the sleeping dog in the paper box at the end of the bed, which was getting fatter and softer. It was too sweet.
But at this moment, a shadow suddenly appeared in the moonlight on the window sill!
The next moment, there was a slight sound of pulling open the screen window. Da Tian rolled over in the box with difficulty, then carefully grabbed the cardboard box and looked out with beady eyes——
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.
Before and after, there were almost a dozen of them!
They walked along the wall in the house, mysteriously moving like mice, and then invariably 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 take a breath.
I saw a dozen gray-haired squirrels staring at the thick layer of rice grains spread in the box, with happiness and surprise in their eyes. Without saying a word, they crazily started stuffing it into their cheeks.
Da Tian rushed left and right, squeaking and squeaking incessantly. Unfortunately, Qiao Qiao slept so hard that she had no intention of waking up.
So much so that the chubby vole finally huddled in the corner of the box in grievance, and only had time to cover his round cheeks with tears...
Early the next morning, the little rooster in the back mountain, which had not yet fully grown in strength, started to sing its voice very competently.
Qiao Qiao had a good night's sleep, and now she rolled happily on the bed. She heard something moving downstairs, and then she got up.
Out of habit, he glanced into the box——
"Huh?" Qiao Qiao squatted down and curiously opened the box and looked around: "Datian, you ate a whole bowl of rice in one night?! Or did you really dig a hole and hide it?"
He nervously looked around the room, but - this 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--"
Three grains of white rice were poured out. They were the little grain Datian had to fight to save from the covetousness of more than a dozen squirrels last night.
But 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."
With that said, he turned around and got into the bathroom.
A mouse huddled in a box in the field. Because its cheeks were so bulging, it could only emit an extremely weak sound——
"squeak!"
A faint syllable contains a lot of grievances.
…
No one knows Da Tian's sadness.
The next day, Lao Song's 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 easy job. He only had to play with himself and stare at the rice, and then turn over the rice every once in a while with an iron grip or walking barefoot.
However, it doesn't work 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!"
The 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! They will eat them to death!"
As if they were not afraid of people at all, they chased away this group and that group, even several people with long bamboo poles couldn't get over.
"Just get a net to cover it."
Song Tan was a little hesitant: "The rice needs to be turned over all the time, so it is inconvenient to cover it."
As soon as he said this, he saw another group of birds rushing over——
At that time, a lot of effort was put into driving away insects and birds in the rice fields and vegetable fields, but now it's better. One bite of mature rice can kill you, right?
With so many people in the family, it was a bit strange for her current aura to make such a big expulsion move, and she had to wait until the night was quiet.
But in the dead of night, who is drying the rice?
Song Tan could only 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! 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 is actually true.
and……
"Shell them all, and then give me another 20 pounds and I'll give them away."
As for who to give it to, everyone knows it by heart. Last time, the person who traveled thousands of miles to send a handful of flowers——
Zhang Yanping was so distressed: Just the smell of 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!
It's a pity that this is not his family's rice. At this moment, he can only lament:
"Then next year, you have to plant a few acres no matter what!"
