Zhang Yanping turned his head numbly:
“Sorghum stalks…are there sweet and non-sweet ones?”
"Of course." Qiao Qiao looked at him strangely. "The sweet ones are another variety that won't be ripe for another month. Every year, Grandpa plants a few for me to eat."
"Brother Yanping, are you too greedy? It's okay, just cut it down. We planted a lot this year."
Zhang Yanping didn't know what expression to use for a moment.
After a while, he heard Xin Jun couldn't help laughing beside him, and he glared at him:
"You are such a sinister and cunning teacher Xin! Is this the kind of example you can set as a teacher?"
Teacher Xin blinked innocently: "Did I do anything?"
Zhang Yanping is stuck.
Turning around, Xin Jun stretched out his hand to him again: "Give me the knife, I'll cut sweet potatoes for you to eat."
Zhang Yanping handed the knife back confusedly, feeling that something was not right.
…
While the two useless adults were groping to cut down the tall and strong sweet stalks, Qiao Qiao had already cut down a whole row of sorghum, and at the same time he didn't forget the children in the live broadcast room:
"This is much easier to cut than corn."
"Children, if you have corn grown at home, you can compare it."
"But I still like corn more, because this year's corn was planted by Teacher Qiao Qiao herself! I'll break off the corn and show it to everyone when the time comes!"
What? Teacher Qiao Qiao planted it herself? I don't believe it unless you send one to me.
Do you want to be ashamed? Unlike me, I just need to see a few corns with my own eyes.
Good man, are you all so greedy? I am willing to pay - is this corn, no, sorghum, on the shelf
Is it glutinous corn, fruit corn or milk corn? If it is silage corn, I won't eat it.
You won’t eat it at first glance. It’s just ordinary feed corn. It’s very fragrant and chewy when grilled over charcoal!
At this time, Qiao Qiao had already brought the sorghum stalks he had just cut close to the camera to show his classmates:
"You see, this kind of sorghum stalk is not sweet, and the fluff inside has dried up. I don't recommend you to eat it, it's like chewing wood."
What does it feel like to chew wood? I've never chewed it.
I was wondering why the sorghum stalks we ate when we were a child were sometimes sweet and sometimes not. It turns out there are different varieties!
Indeed, the inside of the old ones is like a ball of dry cotton, which is very hurtful to eat.
Why is it hurtful? Are you expecting too much from it
Because I stole it from the village at night when no one was around.
…
While Qiao Qiao was moving, he was thinking: Are there any other key points that haven't been mentioned
Teacher Xin said that when teaching others knowledge, one should first summarize the key points and then explain them in detail. However, the key points of chopping sorghum have been explained, so there is no key point, right
You have to let everyone do homework and practice on their own.
well.
A trace of deep regret emerged on his fair face - why didn't his classmates have land at home
It is very inconvenient to assign homework now.
He really couldn't think of any omissions, so he just let it go. Then he once again put the live broadcast room aside and buried his head in his work.
There were two acres of sorghum to be harvested. Although there were two people who were lagging behind, with his current physique, he finished the work in just one or two hours.
At this moment, he waved his hand domineeringly like a triumphant general: "Brother Yanping, I have finished cutting the sorghum. Sister said that we should cooperate with the work. Since you were lazy and didn't cut the sorghum, you will be responsible for transporting it."
Zhang Yanping:
He was holding a piece of sweet potato in his hand and chewing it with a crunching sound. He was dumbfounded when he heard this.
Look at the tricycles parked on one side of the road and the sorghum lying flat on the ground—
"Qiao Qiao, why do you do farm work so fast? Aren't you tired? Aren't you hot?"
"Because Jojo has been working!"
Qiao Qiao put his hands on his hips in frustration: "Qiao Qiao is very obedient and won't be lazy like the adults."
"Besides, although it's a bit hot and I'm a bit tired, my seventh cousin said he would 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, then crossed his arms and struck 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 they left in style!
Zhang Yanping could only grunt as he dragged the sorghum stalks from the field to the tricycle on the road...
etc!
The sorghum stalks were almost two meters long, and they couldn't fit in the back of the tricycle! He looked at the knife that Qiao Qiao had left behind, and tears flowed down his dark face...
Fortunately, Song Tan knew this cousin who had never submitted to his downfall, and Zhang Yanping grunted and chopped all the sorghum stalks in half, and Song Sancheng followed.
When he saw the mess of sorghum stalks on the field, he was stunned: "Yan Ping, why did you cut them in half?"
Zhang Yanping sighed: "Uncle, this pole is too long. It can't fit in the back of the tricycle."
Song Sancheng: …
"Didn't Qiao Qiao teach you? If you cut the sorghum ear about 30 to 40 centimeters below it, the remaining stalk will be at most 1.5 to 1.6 meters long, which is enough to fit it."
"I just cut down some sorghum ears. It will be convenient to thresh them when I get home."
Zhang Yanping: …
He wanted to cry but had no tears: I told you he wasn't cut out for farm work!
Because of all his efforts, by the time all the sorghum stalks were brought back home, the sun was already so hot that it stung his skin.
Song Sancheng laughed and called him a fool while sitting in the shade of the porch. He adjusted the angle of the fan towards himself and then swung the machete again to chop off the heads of the sorghum stalks that had been chopped in half one by one.
Zhang Yanping felt extremely guilty, so he simply decided not to leave. He squatted in the corridor and watched Song Sancheng's actions: "Does it have to be this long? Can't this half be used directly?"
As they were talking, Qiao Qiao and his great-grandfather had already spread another piece of plastic film on the ground. Then they moved a small stool, reached out and took out three or two chopped sorghums and held them tightly - the heavy sorghum ears with stalks of thirty to forty centimeters in length.
Lift up—
“Bang!”
The heavy sorghum fell directly to the ground, and many sorghum grains fell to the ground.
Then Zhu and the other man raised their hands again and threw the sorghum ears down hard once again.
“Bang!”
“Bang!”
“Bang!”
What fell to the ground were not only the red ears of sorghum, but also Zhang Yanping's precarious self-esteem.
Qiao Qiao asked curiously, "Seventh cousin, how much wine can this make?"
The seventh cousin estimated: "This sorghum is growing well. Look, it's full and round, and heavy. I think two mu of land should yield three or four hundred kilograms of sorghum."
"Using this to make wine, we can get one pound out of every three pounds - you can do the math, how many pounds of wine is that?"