"Sorghum stalks...are they divided into sweet and non-sweet ones?"
"Of course." Qiao Qiao looked at him strangely: "The sweet thing is that the other variety will not mature until another month. Every year, grandpa grows a few of them for me to eat."
"Brother Yanping, are you greedy? It's okay, just go ahead and chop it down. We have planted a lot this year."
Zhang Yanping didn't know what expression to use for a moment.
After a while, I heard Xin Jun beside me couldn't bear it any longer and burst out laughing. He immediately glared at me:
"What a cunning and cunning Teacher Xin! Are you setting an example for others?"
Teacher Xin blinked innocently: "What did I do?"
Zhang Yanping is stuck.
Turning around, he saw Xin Jun extending his hand to him: "Give me the knife, and I'll chop the sweet stick for you to eat."
Zhang Yanping Xili Hutu handed the knife back, feeling that something was not right again.
…
The two useless adults here are groping to cut down those tall and strong sweet poles. Qiao Qiao has already cut down a whole row of sorghum, while not forgetting the children in the live broadcast room:
"This is much easier to chop than corn."
"Children, if you have corn grown at home, you can compare it."
"But I still like corn more, because this year's corn was planted by Teacher Qiaoqiao herself! I will break the corn for everyone to see!"
[What? Teacher Qiaoqiao planted it by herself? I don’t believe it unless you send one over to see]
[Do you want shame in front of me? Unlike me, I just need to see a few corns with my own eyes. 】
[Good guys, are you all so greedy? I am willing to pay for this corn, is this sorghum on the shelves? 】
[Is it waxy corn, fruit corn, or milk corn? I won’t eat it if it’s silage corn]
[You won’t eat it just by looking at it. Ordinary feed corn is particularly fragrant and chewy when grilled over charcoal fire!]
At this time, Qiaoqiao had already brought the newly cut sorghum stalk close to the camera to show the students:
"You see, this kind of sorghum stalk is not sweet. The wadding inside has dried. It is not recommended for everyone to eat it. It is like chewing wood."
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[What does it feel like to chew wood? I have never chewed it]
[I was just talking about how the sorghum stalks I ate when I was a kid were either sweet or not. It turns out there are different varieties!]
[Indeed, the inside of the old one is like a ball of dry cotton, not to mention it will hurt your feelings when you eat it. 】
【Why hurt feelings? Do you expect too much from it?】
[Because that was one I stole in the village at night when no one was around]
【……】
Qiaoqiao was thinking while moving: Are there any important points that have not been mentioned?
Teacher Xin said that when teaching others knowledge, you should first summarize the key points and then explain them in detail. But after explaining the essentials of chopping sorghum, there is no key point, right?
You have to let everyone do their homework and practice on their own.
well.
A trace of deep regret appeared on his fair face - why don't any of his classmates have land at home?
It is very inconvenient to assign homework now.
He really didn't think of anything missing, so he simply felt relieved, then put the live broadcast room aside again, and immersed himself in humming and working.
Although there were two sorghums in the two-cent field that were holding back, with his current physique, he could finish the work in just one or two hours.
At this moment, he waved his hand domineeringly like a victorious general: "Brother Yanping, I've finished chopping. Sister said we have to work together. If you were lazy and didn't chop the sorghum, you have to be responsible for transporting it."
Zhang Yanping:???
He also held a piece of sweet pole in his hand and chewed it until it became chewy. Hearing this, he couldn't help but be dumbfounded.
Look at the tricycle parked on the side of the road and the sorghum lying on the ground——
"Qiaoqiao, why are you doing farm work so fast? Aren't you tired? Aren't you hot?"
"Because Jojo is always working!"
Qiao Qiao stood up in frustration and said, "Qiao Qiao is very obedient and won't be lazy like adults."
"Besides, although I'm a little hot and a little tired, my seventh cousin said he would teach me how to make wine. In order to learn new knowledge, Qiao Qiao must defeat these sorghums - the power of light!"
He threw the sickle into the basket, then crossed his hands in a classic pose.
The lazy adult Zhang Yanping:...
At this moment, Xin Jun took a few sweet poles, Qiao Qiao took a sickle and a basket, and left gracefully!
But Zhang Yanping could only groan and drag the sorghum stalks from the ground to the tricycle on the road...
etc!
The sorghum poles wished they were more than two meters each, and they couldn't fit on the back of the tricycle! He looked at the knife that Qiao Qiao had specially left behind, and at this moment, he couldn't help but shed tears on his dark face...
Fortunately, Song Tan knew very well about his cousin who had once refused to accept the oil bottle being poured out. Zhang Yanping groaned and chopped all the sorghum stalks in half, and Song Sancheng also came over.
When he saw the messy piles of sorghum stalks in the field, he couldn't help but be stunned: "Yan Ping, why did you cut them in half?"
Zhang Yanping sighed: "Uncle, this pole is too long and cannot fit in the back of the tricycle."
Song Sancheng:......
"Didn't Qiao Qiao teach you? If you cut off the top 30 to 40 centimeters below the sorghum ear, the remaining pole will only be 1.56 meters at most, which can barely fit in."
"The ears of sorghum that have just been cut off can be easily removed when we go back."
Zhang Yanping:......
He wanted to cry but had no tears: I told you earlier that he was not meant for farm work!
Because of his hard work, by the time all the sorghum stalks were transported home, the sun was already stinging his skin.
Song Sancheng laughed and called him a silly boy, while he sat in a shady place on the porch, adjusted the angle of the fan to face himself, and then swung the machete again, one by one, and decapitated the sorghum stalks that had been cut in half.
Zhang Yanping felt so guilty that she simply didn't leave at this moment. She squatted on the corridor and watched Song Sancheng's movements: "Does it have to be so long? Can't this half be used directly?"
Just as he was talking, Qiao Qiao and Grandpa Qi Biao had already spread another piece of plastic film on the ground. Then the two of them moved a small horse, stretched out their hands and took out three or two chopped sorghum stalks and held them tightly - they were heavy sorghum ears.
With a stem length of thirty to forty centimeters.
Lift up——
"Snapped!"
The heavy sorghum hit the ground directly, and many sorghum grains fell down.
Then the two of them raised their hands again and knocked the sorghum ears down hard again.
"Snapped!"
"Snapped!"
"Snapped!"
What fell all over the ground were not only the red sorghum ears, but also Zhang Yanping's dangerous self-esteem.
Qiaoqiao asked curiously: "Seventh cousin, how much wine can this make?"
The seventh cousin made an estimate: "This sorghum is growing well. Look, it's plump, round, and heavy - if you touch two cents of the ground, you can probably get three to four hundred kilograms of sorghum."
"Using this to make wine will produce about three kilograms of wine - how many kilograms of wine do you think?"