Vol 311 Chapter 415: 415 Daejeon’s grievance

Chapter 415 415. Da Tian’s grievances

It was obviously a long night.

 Qiao Qiao was busy harvesting rice and doing sowing during the day... She slept particularly soundly at night.

At this moment, the pale moonlight was shining in front of the window. He was sleeping on the emerald-green straw mat, and felt cool but not cold all over his body.

In this summer night, you don’t even need to turn on the air conditioner, just put a small 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 cardboard box at the end of the bed, which was getting fatter and softer. It was too sweet.

At this moment, a shadow suddenly appeared in the moonlight on the window sill!

The next moment, there was a slight sound of the screen being pulled open. Da Tian rolled over in the box with difficulty, then carefully grabbed the cardboard box and looked out with beady eyes -

However, nothing was seen.

It circled around twice in the cardboard box, 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 quickly and quietly disappeared under the window sill.

Not long after, there was the same figure again.

There are almost a dozen of them, front and back!

They walked along the wall in the house, mysteriously moving like mice, and then invariably set their sights 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 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 breathe.

I saw about 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.

Ota was running around in a hurry, squeaking and squeaking incessantly. Unfortunately, Qiao Qiao was sleeping with 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 chubby cheeks with tears...

Early the next morning, the little rooster in the back mountain, which had not fully grown in strength, started to sing its voice very competently.

Qiaoqiao had a good night's sleep, and now she rolled happily on the bed. Hearing something moving downstairs, he followed it.

Out of habit, he glanced into the box—

“Huh?” Qiao Qiao squatted down and opened the box curiously, looking left and right: “Da Tian, a whole bowl of rice, you ate it all in one night?! Or did you really dig a hole and hide it?”

He looked nervously around the room, but - this was too clean to eat!

He picked up Da Tian's plump body, pulled it with his hands, and then shook it head down -

“Puff puff puff—”

Three white grains of 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.

However, Qiaoqiao didn’t know.

He just poked Da Tian's cheek with his finger and laughed loudly: "Da Tian, you are so stupid! No one is snatching it from you, so don't burst your stomach after eating so much."

However, Qiaoqiao quickly found another reason for Da Tian: "Are you still growing? You must have eaten too much. Look, you are fat..."

He said, seeing that 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 full), everything else was fine.

He could only sigh deeply like an adult: "You kid, why are you so greedy? Eating too much is not easy to digest. I won't feed you today."

Speaking, he turned around and got into the bathroom.

“Zhi!” A faint syllable, which contains a lot of grievances.

No one knows about Da Tian’s sadness.

On the second day, the Old Song 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, not today.

I saw golden rice paddy all over the yard, causing the walls, eaves, porches and treetops to be filled with densely packed birds.

It is like risking your life to practice "if you take a bite of rice, you will be satisfied 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! You will eat them without your life!"

As if they were not afraid of people at all, they were trying to drive away this group and that group. Several people holding long bamboo poles were too busy to do so.

“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 flock of birds rushing towards him——

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 at home, 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 below to make it easier for people to turn over the rice and move around."

It does not affect the sun's 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.

Don’t mention it, working leisurely now is much more comfortable than the life-threatening posture when I was rushing to harvest it! This mentality is different.

The little old man was even in the mood to hum a song.

Generally speaking, after the rice is dried, all the rice will not be 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 well. The one who traveled thousands of miles to send a handful of flowers last time -

Zhang Yanping was so distressed: Just the smell of rice, he slept in a rice vat in his dream last night!

Let alone 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!”

Also, it will be quite late, so let’s watch it tomorrow morning.

(End of this chapter)

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