"I know that you haven't experienced my medical skills, so you don't want to believe it, right?"
Song Tan:......
No.
She thought expressionlessly: It's totally unnecessary.
Just plant a little sorghum, how much wine can you produce?
Just like that, her grandfather had even sorted out what kind of soy sauce flavor and what kind of strong flavor... How could he have time to mess around with some medicinal wine?
What's more, the function of medicated wine is nothing more than health care. They can achieve this effect even if they stay at home for a long time.
Guo Dong sighed when he saw that she didn't speak.
But she didn't give up and kept the bottle of medicine:
"Don't refuse yet! You don't have a partner yet, man, can you understand me?"
She winked: "Ask them when they come back... There's no harm in giving it a try, right? I'm serious about conditioning my body, not the kind of medicine that will burn you out as soon as you take it..."
Song Tan:......
She had no choice but to reach out and take the jar of wax pills.
But Guo Dong asked again: "I heard that your grandfather is weaving straw mats. How much does it cost for a bed? I'll buy one first."
Her air conditioner was shipped back, but the installation was delayed because of the rain. Today's appointment was fully booked, so she had to wait until the day after tomorrow... She didn't even buy a fan on this hot day, and it was really hot at night.
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Fortunately, the houses in the countryside are built tall and large, and are ventilated and cool. Now that it is early July, it is not as difficult as in the city. It only lasts for two days, so I can persist.
But straw mats are not a waste, there are still several months of summer left.
Song Tan didn't have any objections, and now he showed her the straw mat he had just brought: "It's tentatively priced at 999 per bed. If you want it, you can get free shipping."
Guo Dong:……
Now it was her turn to take back her hand quickly: "Thank you. I don't deserve it." She might as well borrow a fan first.
…
Then in the field at the foot of Houshan Mountain, Qiaoqiao had started the live broadcast again.
"Children, today Teacher Qiaoqiao will teach you how to chop sorghum."
"There are two acres of sorghum planted here. Grandpa said that when it is mature, it can be cut down to make wine."
"It rained here a few days ago. We shouldn't have cut sorghum today, but the sunshine here is very good and the wind is strong. Now there is no water."
After he finished speaking, he stretched out his hand and shook the sorghum stalk. Sure enough, there were no water drops left.
[Good guy! There are more and more skills on your resume]
[In the previous section, you learned the theory, but where did you practice it? 】
[Sorghum rice and water rice! This diabetic patient’s favorite! 】
【Mixed sorghum noodles!
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As soon as Zhang Yanping turned on his mobile phone to observe the barrage in the live broadcast room, he saw that everyone's comments were directed towards the food, which made him couldn't help but raise his head:
"Sorghum rice and water rice, is it delicious?"
Xin Jun thought for a while: "It's okay - it's definitely not as delicious as rice, but you can try it."
He was eager to try: "I heard that sorghum stalks are very sweet. I want to try it later!"
"Really? Then I have to try it too." Zhang Yanping was also excited - isn't it like chewing sugar cane? How beautiful it is to eat such sweet things in July!
His eyes roamed the row of sorghum in front of him, and he decided to find the most handsome one later.
The two adults were working hard behind the scenes, but the kid Qiao Qiao was working very hard.
At this moment, I saw him reach out and grab the heavy sorghum ear, then select the sickle about thirty centimeters below the sorghum ear and pull it down——
The dense red sorghum ears were already in his hands.
"Children, have you seen it? It's very simple. Just reach it with your hand and use the sickle to cut it."
Barrage:……
[The anchor looks up to me, but I’m not that tall.]
[This sorghum must be more than two meters long, right? Isn’t there that kind of dwarf sorghum now? Why don’t you plant it? 】
[This seems to be Northeastern glutinous sorghum...good for making wine!]
Just as he was talking, he saw Qiaoqiao already aiming at the next tree:
"However, today we have to take back all the sorghum stalks, so we won't cut them from the head today, but from the roots."
As he spoke, he held the sorghum stalk in his left hand and exerted great force on the sickle in his right hand——
Whoosh!
The whole sorghum tree fell down directly.
Zhang Yanping and Xin Jun heard the noise and looked over -
God-given sorghum stalks!
The two excitedly held up their knives and neatly chopped off a section of sorghum stalk from behind.
Xin Jun calmly put on his gloves, broke off all the leaves, and threw them into a basket nearby.
The leaves of sorghum can be fed to fish, and the crushed leaves can be fed to chickens, ducks, and pigs.
The sorghum stalks themselves can be eaten as sugar cane - certainly not that sweet, and they can also be fed to pigs.
Tsk, when I think about it, it seems weird...
The two of them chose the middle part, and with a few cuts, they had two sections of sorghum stalk each.
that is……
Xin Jun looked at the sorghum stalk in his hand and felt something was wrong. Zhang Yanping had already tilted his head and started chewing——
Eating sorghum stalks is like gnawing sugar cane. First, take off the skin and then chew it——
Hey, why isn't it sweet?
He turned to look at Xin Jun.
Xin Jun thought for a while: "I also ate it when I was a child. Maybe my memory has a filter - in this way, you gnaw off the skin first, and then eat the core inside. After all, it is sorghum, and it is definitely not as sweet as sugar cane.
It’s probably just slightly sweet.”
Zhang Yanping thought for a while: It makes sense.
He then gnawed and pulled the sorghum stalk until only a thin section of milky-white core was left inside. Then he bit it, then chewed it again...
Soon, he spit them out like dregs.
"Your childhood filter is too outrageous. It doesn't have any sweetness at all. It doesn't even have much moisture."
Xin Jun stared at him for a while: "Well, since it's not sweet, I won't eat it."
Zhang Yanping:......
He looked at the remaining sorghum stalk in his hand, and then at the one that Xin Jun casually threw into the basket. He always felt that something was not right.
But he didn't think about it, so he turned around and stared at the sorghum stalk again, wondering: Could it be that he didn't chew the middle part?
By this time, Qiao Qiao had already chopped down many sorghum stalks. Seeing Zhang Yanping squatting on the ground, she couldn't help but wonder:
"Brother Yanping, why do you want to eat this? This non-sweet one belongs to Xiaozhu, so don't eat it randomly."
Then he pointed to a few thick and tall sorghum trees in the corner, which were three or four meters tall:
"That one is the sweet pole."
Zhang Yanping:......?!
The next moment, I saw Xin Jun walking over with a sickle: "Okay! Qiao Qiao knows so much! I heard that you have also planted sorghum, and today the teacher is here to taste the fruits of your labor!"
"Well!" Qiao Qiao was really energetic: "Teacher, please eat slowly! Grandpa said these are specially reserved sweet stem seeds, which are sweeter than sugar cane."
Turning to look at Zhang Yanping, who had a unique taste, Qiao Qiao sighed heavily:
"Brother Yanping! Don't eat it! This is really for pigs... Come on, let's chop the sorghum together. Grandpa said to dry it early. When the sorghum is harvested, he can still find time to make braids with the sorghum ears.
