It was clearly going to be a long night.
Qiao Qiao is busy harvesting rice and broadcasting live during the day...but she sleeps especially soundly at night.
At this moment, the faint moonlight fell in front of the window. He slept on the emerald green straw mat and felt cool but not cold.
On this summer night, you don’t even need to turn on the air conditioner, just cover yourself with a small quilt and you’ll be comfortable.
There is a cool breeze outside the window, and an unknown bird occasionally calls in the quiet valley. The tall wall blocks all the troubles in the back mountain...
He lay there, his belly rising and falling slightly, just like the Datian in the cardboard box at the end of the bed who was getting fatter and softer as he slept, and he looked overly sweet.
And at this moment, a shadow suddenly appeared in the moonlight on the windowsill!
The next moment, there was a slight sound of pulling the screen window. Datian rolled over in the box with difficulty, and then carefully grabbed the cardboard box, looking out with his big eyes -
But nothing was seen.
It turned around twice in the cardboard box, and finally stuffed two handfuls of rice grains into its cheeks before falling asleep peacefully.
At this moment, a hole had been made in the screen of the window, and a gray and bald figure came in, and soon disappeared silently under the windowsill.
Not long after, the same figure appeared again.
In total, there are about ten of them!
They moved along the wall of the house mysteriously like mice, and then simultaneously set their sights on the ordinary cardboard box.
Datian suddenly woke up from his sleep!
When it opened its eyes, it saw a gray-haired squirrel scratching around on the box!
"squeak!
!”
It let out a miserable cry, thinking it was shaking the world, but it was just a vole!
At this moment, Qiao Qiao's breathing was not even disordered.
I saw a dozen gray-haired squirrels staring at the thick layer of rice grains in the box. Their eyes were filled with happiness and surprise. Without saying a word, they began to stuff the rice into their cheeks frantically.
Oota was running around in a hurry, squeaking non-stop, but unfortunately Qiao Qiao was sleeping and didn't show any intention of waking up.
As a result, this fat field mouse finally huddled in the corner of the box in grievance, only able to cover his chubby cheeks with tears...
Early the next morning, the little rooster in the back mountain, which had not yet fully grown strong, started to sing in an exceptionally competent manner.
Qiao Qiao had a good sleep last night, and now rolled over happily on the bed. When she heard some noise downstairs, she got up.
Out of habit, he took a look inside the box—
"Huh?" Qiao Qiao squatted down and curiously opened the box to look around: "Datian, a whole bowl of rice, you ate it all in one night?! Or did you really dig a hole and hide it?"
He looked around the room nervously, however—this was too clean!
He picked up the body of Datian Feidudu, pulled it with his hands, and then shook it upside down.
“Puff, puff, puff—”
Three white grains of rice were poured out. They were the little food that Datian had fought desperately to protect last night from the covetousness of a dozen squirrels.
But Qiao Qiao didn't know.
He just poked Datian's cheek with his finger and laughed: "Datian, you are so stupid! No one is competing with you for it. Don't eat so much that you will get a stomachache."
But Qiao Qiao quickly found an excuse for Da Tian: "Are you still growing? That's because you eat too much, you look so fat..."
As he spoke, he saw that Datian's hair was still shiny and his body was still soft. Apart from his low mood (Qiao Qiao guessed that it was because he ate too much), everything else was fine.
He could only sigh deeply like an adult: "Why are you so greedy, kid? Eating too much is not easy to digest. I won't feed you today."
Having said that, he turned around and went into the bathroom.
A mouse in Datian was huddled in a box. Because its cheeks were so puffy, it could only make very weak sounds.
"squeak!"
Just a faint syllable, yet it contains a lot of grievances.
…
No one knows Datian’s sadness.
The next day, the Song family became busy again.
Qiao Qiao was busy with her work as usual, while Song Sancheng and Song Youde were responsible for pouring the rice harvested yesterday into the yard to dry in the sun.
In Song Tan's memory, this was a very easy job. He just had to play with himself while staring at the rice, and then turn the rice over every once in a while with an iron shovel or by walking around barefoot.
However, that is not the case today.
The yard was full of golden rice, which attracted birds swarming on the walls, eaves, corridors and treetops.
It's like he is practicing the saying "If you eat a bite of rice, you will be content even as a ghost." with his life.
"This thing is too thief!"
Uncle Seven was extremely annoyed: "If you put a winnowing basket on top of these birds, you can catch more than a dozen of them! They're so eager to eat that they're willing to risk their lives!"
It was as if they were not afraid of people at all. They kept driving away this group and that group. Several people holding long bamboo poles were unable to handle it.
"Just make a net to cover it."
Song Tan was a little hesitant: "The rice needs to be turned over from time to time, it's not convenient to cover it up."
As soon as he said this, he saw another group of birds rushing over -
At that time, we took great pains to drive away insects and birds from the rice fields and vegetable gardens. Now, look what happened with the ripe rice. Would you die for a bite of it
With so many people at home, it would still be a little strange for her current spiritual energy to make such a big expulsion movement. She had to wait until late at night when everyone was asleep.
But it’s late at night and everyone is asleep. Who would be drying rice
Song Tan could only sigh in frustration: "Okay, I'll find a fishing net to surround the top and all four sides, and put up bamboo poles at the bottom to make it easier for people to turn over the rice."
It also does not affect the sun drying of millet.
It's a bit troublesome, but it's better than being like the two generals Heng and Ha, guarding the rice with bamboo poles in hand, right
…
The weather has been particularly good these days, with the sun being scorching hot for many days in a row, which makes it especially convenient for them to turn over and dry the clothes.
Old man Li, carrying a basket, happily went to the rice fields to pick rice ears.
I have to say that now I am working leisurely, which is much more comfortable than the desperate situation when I was rushing to harvest! The mentality is different.
The old man was even in the mood to hum a song.
Generally speaking, after the rice is dried, it will not be completely husked for easy preservation.
But the seventh cousin snorted: "What are you dreaming of? With the appetite of all of you, it would be good enough if the rice can last until the end of the year!"
Song Tan: ...That’s the truth.
and…
"Shell them all, and then give me 20 kilograms so I can give them away."
As for who to send flowers to, everyone knew who it was. It was the one who came all the way to send flowers last time.
Zhang Yanping felt so distressed: Just looking at the smell of this rice, he dreamed that he was sleeping in a rice jar yesterday!
Let alone 20 kilograms, he couldn't even bear to give away 2 kilograms!
Unfortunately, this is not his rice either. At this moment, he can only sigh:
"Then next year, no matter what, you have to plant a few more acres!"