Chapter 459 459. Precarious self-esteem
Zhang Yanping turned his head numbly:
“Sorghum stalks...are they divided into sweet and non-sweet ones?”
"Of course." Qiaoqiao 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 separately for me to eat."
“Brother Yan Ping, are you greedy? It’s okay, just go ahead and chop it down. We’ve 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 into laughter. He immediately glared at me:
“You’re so cunning and cunning Teacher Xin! Is this an example you can set as a teacher?”
Teacher Xin blinked innocently: "Did I do something?"
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 handed the knife back in confusion, feeling that something was not right again.
…
The two useless adults here are groping to cut down those tall and strong sweet poles. Qiaoqiao 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 prefer corn, because this year’s corn was planted by Teacher Qiaoqiao herself! Then I’ll break the corn for everyone to see!”
【What? Teacher Qiaoqiao planted it himself? I don’t believe it unless you send one over to see]
【Does the person in front want shame or not? Unlike me, I just need to see a few corns with my own eyes. 】
【Good guys, are you all so greedy? I'm willing to pay for it - is this corn, or sorghum, on the shelves? 】
【Is it waxy corn, fruit corn or milk corn? If it’s silage corn, I won’t eat it]
【You won’t eat it just by looking at it. Ordinary feed corn, roasted over charcoal fire is particularly fragrant and chewy! 】
By this time, Qiaoqiao had already brought the newly cut sorghum stalk close to the camera to show the students:
“Look, 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.”
【What does it feel like to chew wood? I haven’t 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? Are you expecting too much from it? 】
【Because it was a stick I stole in the village at night when no one was around】
【…】
And 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. However, I have already explained the essentials of chopping sorghum, so there is no key point, right?
We have to let everyone do their homework and practice it themselves.
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, and then he threw the live broadcast room aside again and immersed himself in working.
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 was holding a piece of sweet stick in his hand and was chewing it. Hearing this, he couldn't help but be dumbfounded.
Look again 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 Qiaoqiao has been working!”
Qiaoqiao crossed her hips in frustration: "Qiaoqiao 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 wants to 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 and then crossed his hands in a classic pose.
Lazy adult Zhang Yanping:…
At this moment, Xin Jun took a few sweet poles and Qiao Qiao took a sickle and a basket and left in style!
But Zhang Yanping could only hum and drag the sorghum stalks from the field to the tricycle on the road...
etc!
The sorghum rods can't wait to be more than two meters, how can I not install the rear bucket of the tricycle! He looked at the knife that Qiao Qiao had specially left behind, and at this moment, his dark face could not help but shed tears...
Fortunately, Song Tan was very familiar with his cousin who once refused to help him when the oil bottle was poured. Zhang Yanping groaned and chopped all the sorghum stalks in half. Here Song Sancheng also followed.
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 thirty or forty centimeters of 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 was about to cry but had no tears: I had already told him 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 sitting in a shady place on the porch, adjusting the angle of the fan to face himself, and then swung the machete again, cutting off the heads of the sorghum stalks that were cut in half one by one.
Zhang Yanping felt so guilty that she simply refused to leave at this moment. She squatted in the corridor and watched Song Sancheng's movements: "Does it have to be this long? Can't this half be used directly?"
Just as he was talking, Qiao Qiao and Qibiao Grandpa 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. The length of the stem is thirty to forty centimeters.
lift—
“Crack!”
The heavy sorghum hit the ground directly, and many sorghum grains fell down.
Then Zhu and the others raised their hands again and knocked down the sorghum ears hard again.
“Crack!”
“Crack!”
“Crack!”
What fell all over the ground were not only the red sorghum ears, but also Zhang Yanping’s precarious self-esteem.
Qiaoqiao asked curiously: "Seventh cousin, how much wine can this make?"
Cousin Seven 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 jins per jin—calculate how many jins of wine it is?”
(End of this chapter)