I saw him wave his hand: "The white-eyed wolf can't kill him!"
Then came the same loud snoring, vaguely intertwined with that of Tang Xiaodong next door, one after another, quite rhythmic.
Song Tan regretted it greatly!
If I had known that they would have to clean up the mess when they got drunk, this drink should not have been opened!
Look at the wine bottles on the table again - okay, I took a total of three bottles of wine, and now I have one and a half bottles left. Is this the amount of wine?!
She picked up the bottle and shook it, almost feeling happy and angry at this moment.
…
The next day was another sunny day.
When the seventh cousin woke up, he couldn't help but squint his eyes at the dazzling skylight outside the window.
Then he realized: Hey, why is it so bright?
But when he slowly walked out of the house, he saw that the yard was quiet, and the air was steaming with heat, making him sweat instantly.
He was confused for a moment, and then he remembered - oh, this is his home!
wrong!
Wasn't he drinking? Why did he go back to his home? And it was already dark when he drank!
I touched my phone again - Oh dear, it's half past eight in the morning! At this time, everyone working is about to go home.
He quickly went into the kitchen to get a basin of cold water to wash up, and then hurried to Song Tan's house.
As soon as I entered the yard, I saw Grandma Qi and Aunt Lianhua's family peeling corn. I couldn't help but feel guilty: "I got up late."
Grandma Qi glanced at him: "Oh, that's amazing!" She said carefully: "You can't get drunk after a thousand cups of wine. It's like bragging, but one cup of wine will knock you down."
The seventh cousin is so embarrassed!
He wanted to say that he really wasn't that drunk.
But yesterday, Song Youde poured two glasses of wine, two half cups, which added up to less than one cup. Why did he fall asleep at this time?
At this moment, I could only murmur guiltily: "This wine is really strong."
However, it's pretty good.
He smacked it secretly, thinking about the aroma and lingering taste of the wine yesterday, and for some reason he felt a little greedy again.
Thinking about it, I am in good spirits today. I don’t have a headache or feel uncomfortable. It seems that this wine is indeed made well...
However, this is obviously not the time to think about this.
He looked around: "Why are there only a few of you?"
Aunt Lianhua laughed: "Uncle Song got drunk yesterday and asked Tan Tan to go back. He hasn't shown up yet. I heard that my aunt and others were doing the weaving of straw mats."
"As for Tantan and the others, they took people to break the corn early in the morning. Look at the corn, it's already old."
"That, that..."
The seventh cousin had a bad premonition in his mind: This wine is so strong that it would take a long time to fall asleep after just two sips! Can I still drink as much as I want in the future?
"Then what did you eat for breakfast?"
"That's not easy!" Aunt Lianhua laughed: "Isn't there the pumpkin steamed buns made yesterday in the freezer? I cooked a pot of porridge and steamed a pot of steamed buns and that's enough."
While they were chatting, they saw two more people walking out of the side room.
Tang Xiaodong and Professor Song also stood up crookedly, and then faced the courtyard full of skylight, showing the same expression as the seventh cousin this morning.
…
In the field below the back mountain, Qiaoqiao started a live broadcast again.
What he wants to teach the children today is to break the corn.
Everyone is fully armed.
Wearing masks, hats, and long-sleeved coats, we got into the cornfield.
The leaves of corn are thick, wide and long, much stronger than sorghum. As soon as you walk in, the burrs on the leaves will scratch your clothes and hats.
If someone who doesn't know how to do farm work comes in wearing a short-sleeved shirt, he will be cut bloody and bruised within a few seconds.
Because of the humid and muggy heat, there were still swarms of mosquitoes gathering in the cornfield. When I saw so many delicacies, I wished I could eat them all for the rest of my life!
Fortunately, Song Tan was prepared in advance, and everyone had a small handful of mugwort in their baskets.
All in all, it's very difficult.
Someone in the barrage also sighed and said:
[There used to be some kind of cornfield literature, where people were pinned down in cornfields like this and that... now it seems like it’s all fucking nonsense]
[Not really, if you are used to doing work...]
[You are used to working and you are covered in calluses? Do you want to say this? Then imagine this image. Is it still worth imagining? 】
[Be careful in front of me, don’t just rely on the fact that our live broadcast room has no management and just talk nonsense. If you get a yellow card later, everyone here is responsible.]
[Hey. The main reason is that there is so much corn in front of me, and I feel uncomfortable seeing that I can’t eat it.]
【It feels so uncomfortable!】
[This corn has a lot of knots, including two or three cobs. Why is it different from mine? I can only knot one.]
[In the front, this is probably silage corn. It has high yield but bad taste. Processed feed is still very popular. 】
[The price of green storage this year is pretty good, it seems to be 1,51 acres]
[1,500 per acre? Isn’t this too cheap? 】
[Don’t talk nonsense if you don’t understand, this price is more profitable than selling corn cobs.]
[It is indeed very profitable, but there are many restrictions. For example, if the anchor is in a mountainous area with inconvenient transportation, he will definitely not be able to sell it like that. The acquisition cost is too high.]
[Yes! Also, it is not suitable if there are no large livestock breeding areas nearby, because the transportation cost is too high. 】
[The corn at the host’s house is growing really well. It’s been raining for a month at my house and the crops can’t bear it anymore]
[It’s hard to rely on the sky to make a living...]
Different from the usual hip-hop requests for links, today I watched the live broadcast all morning, and the corn cobs were broken into basket after basket, and the anchor did not even interact with them.
Everyone has gone from being greedy to gossiping - in short, you can't leave, you can only watch in silence, as if the edges have been smoothed by the live broadcast room.
At this moment, Song Tan came over, picked up the corn cob in his hand, peeled it off, and roughly grabbed the soft and tender whiskers at the front of the corn, tearing it clean two or three times.
"Qiaoqiao, come on, this is so tender, it must be especially sweet."
Qiao Qiao was still wearing gloves on her hands. At this moment, she lowered her head to Song Tan's hand and said "Ah woo"——
The corn kernels that are not yet fully mature are milky yellow, very light in color, and very tender. When he gnaws them, the juice splashes.
The live broadcast camera is right in front of you.
All the viewers in the live broadcast room were thrown into confusion by the sudden appearance of delicious food, and were in a state of panic!
[Ahhh, damn it, I’m not even hungry anymore, why do you want to eat in front of me!]
[The corn is so tender! No, no, no, I have to go to the vegetable market early tomorrow morning]
[Who said earlier that this is green storage corn? Is all green storage corn so delicious?]
[The anchor’s eyes narrowed as he ate... I hate every delicious thing I can’t buy equally.]
Isn't that right?
The corn was crispy and sweet in the mouth, with a unique aroma. The lingering juice was chewed into the mouth. Qiao Qiao licked the residue stuck to her lips, and then raised her head:
"Sister, don't you want to eat it? It's delicious."
"I will not eat."
Song Tan looked at him with a smile: "I like to eat the older ones and roast them for lunch."
"It's you, you liked young corn when you were a child - come on, eat more."
Qiao Qiao then obediently lowered her head and took a big mouthful of food again.
There were two uneven cracks on the plump and round corn cob, and some chewed corn kernels hung on the cob, which looked like the broken hearts of fans.
