Teacher Qiaoqiao irresponsibly broke off the necklaces and hung them one by one on Grandma's head and neck. The gray-haired old lady wearing the necklace was flamboyant and swaying. This was not a big deal in the eyes of the old men and women in front of her.
As a little baby, I just love to play like this.
On the contrary, they were sitting together, chatting away, looking very old, but the movements of their hands were extremely nimble.
The tangled sweet potato vines were quickly torn apart and straightened out. The old men and women could tell at a glance which vines were tender enough to be eaten and which old vines could only be fed to pigs.
After the long vines were picked and thrown aside, they started again with the neat sweet potato stalks in their hands, and neatly pinched off the top leaves.
"Papa papa pa", the movement was neat and rhythmic, and it quickly brought the distracted students in the live broadcast room into the rhythm.
Don't tell me, it sounds pretty good when it's stuck.
Only the netizens in the live broadcast room were heartbroken——
【Leaves!Leaves!】
[Don’t pinch off the leaves, you can still eat them!]
[Give me the leaves, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, I can do it, knead it, pickle it, and make it sour and spicy.]
[Picky eaters! The anchor family is too picky about food... Why on earth do all the good things go to pigs? 】
[What are you talking about... I already find it incredible when the anchor said eating sweet potato vines, you even want to pinch off the leaves]
[I have already sworn to God that I have set three alarm clocks and decided to go treasure hunting at the vegetable market tomorrow morning!]
[The food delivery software has been cut from yellow to blue, but no one sells this spicy and sour sweet potato vine!!!]
[Oh, I’m the only one watching after eating. Is obsessive-compulsive disorder cured at the first level? 】
No, the sweet potato stalks that have been smoothed out have similar curvatures and are put into clean baskets one by one. Everyone's movements are rhythmic and rhythmic, and they are chatting in dialect easily and they can't quite hear it.
Tian'er understood, and moved his hands one by one...
Not only does it cure obsessive-compulsive disorder, it is also quite hypnotic!
Even though the sweet potato vines were piled up into a small hill, a bunch of old men and old ladies sat together, and they had already tidied up the place neatly before it got dark.
The sweet potato stalks that have been neatly picked out and neatly laid in the frame with a natural curvature are so pleasing to the eye!
The picked leaves were not wasted. The old lady with quick hands and feet made a pile in twos and twos, picked up a big tattered cutting board, "Duo Duo Duo" chopped it up and put it in a basket.
The basket was handed to Qiaoqiao:
"Be good, take it and feed it to your chickens, ducks and geese."
As for those unloved sweet potato vines and the old stalks and old leaves on them, they can’t be wasted?
Song Youde found an old man as his partner and dragged a knife out from the corner - there are so many farm tools in the factory on the mountain!
The two of them picked up a guillotine one by one, matching them very smoothly, and soon chopped a basket of pieces. However, this time they did not hand it to Qiao Qiao, but moved it to the tricycle. Song Youde arranged:
"Give half to our pigs, and half to the cattle and sheep on the riverbank."
After all, pigs live in pens every day and don't have the pleasure of grazing on the riverbank as cattle and sheep do.
As for the basket of sweet potatoes dug by Qiao Qiao, Zhai Xiaofeng from the canteen has now rubbed them clean with a steel brush. They put the red-skinned ones in a pile and the white-skinned ones in a pile. They also neatly peeled off one for them first.
Qiao Qiao eats.
Qiao Qiao happily took it and her eyes lit up after taking a bite. The sound of "click" was picked up by the microphone on the collar, which made the netizens in the live broadcast room turn blue--
【Ah ah ah ah I want to eat too!!!】
[Hmph, what’s so great, I’ll go to the supermarket and buy a box of Wuwuwu! 】
[Good guys, Teacher Qiaoqiao taught us a new skill again. I will open my offer later and there will be another raw sweet potato in the skill column]
[I am the only one who discovered that when this sweet potato is planted, not a single bit is wasted from top to bottom!]
[Just kidding! Didn’t you hear what Teacher Qiaoqiao said? All the weeds removed from the vegetable garden are thrown into the fermentation tank! 】
[Making the best use of one thing...this is too much use!]
But that's all they could say, because the new phone had managed to hold on until this point and finally ran out of battery.
The old men and women on the mountain were not idle either. After finishing their work, they went into the kitchen to help Zhai Xiaofeng put away the dishes, tables and chairs. While they were marveling at the disinfection cabinet, they looked at it again.
The stainless steel dinner plate is shiny...
Smell the aroma of the big pot dishes carefully prepared by Chef Jiang——
Oh my god! This is no better than having pickles and noodles at home!
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However, not everything in the village is so harmonious.
For example, among the old men and ladies invited by the Old Song family, there is definitely not the notorious Mrs. Zhou.
Why?
Why should others flatter the old Song family and get money and food? My unfilial son Zhou Maozhu puts rice and noodles at the door every month and doesn't care about anything...
What did she eat today?
Just stir-fry the old cowpeas and there will be leftover rice from yesterday to today.
She doesn’t clean up the vegetable patch herself, but she still goes to someone else’s vegetable garden to harvest the cowpeas!
It's just that the season is wrong. After a long search, I only found this handful. It took a long time to pull out the old muscles, and two chubby fleshworms were pinched out in the middle.
Fortunately, when frying the cowpeas, add half a ladle of water, and the cowpea rice inside will be cooked and very fragrant.
As a result, while I was eating, I heard an old lady on the street loudly talking about the braised pork belly with winter melon, roasted loofah and egg drop soup, and a vegetarian stir-fried pumpkin shred for tonight...
In comparison, the old cowpea in front of Mrs. Zhou is so miserable!
But the big white goose in the old Song family was too fierce. It had been nagging her for several days last time. She didn’t have the guts to bother him again. Now I heard people discussing how to clean up the sweet potato vines on the roadside. The old lady
As he rolled his eyes, he had an idea in his mind.
Mrs. Zhou then boiled oil and lit a lamp at home until midnight, then quietly went out with a flashlight.
It was dark, and there was a scary big dog in the back mountain. She didn't dare to get out of the woods, so she had to take the main road.
But there is a long way to go from the main road to the hillside. Usually the old Song family rides electric bicycles or tricycles, which makes the little old lady panting.
But before I even got there, I heard the sound of someone talking. When I took a closer look -
Hey, there are bright lights on the mountain and there are a lot of people there!
Mrs. Zhou:......???
No one in the village talked to her, and she had no information. Naturally, she didn't know that people were still picking vegetables in the mountains at midnight every day!
But it was already midnight, and she was unwilling to leave it like this. She couldn't walk again when she went back. The old lady looked at the juicy dishes, not to mention she was greedy.
At this moment, I gritted my teeth and sat on the roadside to wait!
