As he spoke, Qiao Qiao had already cut up the two remaining pumpkins in the basket.
Looking at the pigpen at this moment, he said with a little regret:
"I originally wanted to invite the children to watch the slaughter of the pig, but my sister said it was too bloody and would not scare the children. So forget it."
In fact, there was too little meat to share.
I sat up in shock from my dying illness, and heard that there was still a pig-killing dish - I want to eat the black one!
I eat the white one, the fattest one! I love the greasy stuff!
I'm not picky about the anchor! I'll eat any one!
I am a repeater, I am already over 30 years old, I am not afraid of blood
What blood? I'm not afraid! I grew up watching Rainbow Cat and Blue Rabbit!
What scared me? To be honest, I was born with a simple mind and I am never afraid of being scared.
The pig is so pitiful, he has no idea of his fate... The host asked me to do it, I can chant sutras, I can chant while eating and crying...
If everyone could still remain rational before when it came to Pumpkin, now when they hear about the pig-killing dish, everyone in the live broadcast room is about to throw a tantrum.
Killing pig dish, that is killing pig dish!
A hot pot, a blazing fire, frost and snow all around, breath and mist... and yet there is also the sound of bustling people.
There would be pig blood slowly solidifying in a large basin, and the chef at Fat Dudu would use a large shovel to stir the sizzling oil residue in the pot. In the iron pot, pickled cabbage and spare ribs were bubbling, and everything else was stewed in the hot white mist...
And these visitors from afar would squat in front of the stove, rubbing their hands in a cowardly manner, curling themselves into a ball while warming themselves by the fire, while stretching their necks with greedy eyes, thinking in their minds which dish they would eat first.
Suck it!
Suck it!
Suck, suck!
However, no matter how everyone fantasized, the naive and kind-hearted education anchor who only cared about others and never finished his work just carried the bracket in one hand and the basket in the other, happily said hello to the king and went down the mountain.
At the same time, he pressed his face against the camera and magnified it, saying in annoyance, "Why isn't it two hours yet..."
…
However, when host Qiao Qiao, who had happily come down the mountain, entered the yard, she found that the yard was quiet and there were almost no people there.
"Hey, where are the people?"
He was just about to go into the house to take a look when he saw Song Tan coming out with a juicy big green peach in his mouth and a strange stainless steel machine in his arms.
When the machine was put aside, it looked like a distiller, nothing to see, and everyone's eyes were on her mouth.
With a "crack" sound, she ruthlessly bit the tip of the peach, as if she was also biting the hearts of everyone in the live broadcast room!
It's not a trembling heart - it's a broken heart!
And jealousy!
Ah, the Yunqiao Fairy Peaches have been out of stock for a long time, why are you still eating them
That's right! Why? Do you know how greedy the child is
I don't care, I don't care! There are peaches again, right? Put them on the shelves, put them on the shelves, put them on the shelves!
!
However, Song Tankaka had just eaten half of it, and now came over and asked:
"Is that enough time?"
Qiao Qiao shook her head: "No."
Song Tan was depressed: "Then it must be very hard for you to sign this contract."
Damn it, what's so hard about it! Isn't this the minimum length of live streaming
If you, the anchor, are more diligent, one hour a day can be enough.
That's right! You always ask me to kneel down and beg you for every update. Do you really care about me
I don’t care, my Taotao!
I want peaches too.
Who has suffered as much as I have? I once had a sufficient supply of goods in front of me, but I didn’t cherish them and only bothered to argue with others…
Yes, I was talking about your group of fans of anchor Xiao Jiang! In the end, the quarrel was won, and there was only one box of peaches left.
Qiao Qiao shook her head: "It's not hard, the children are very well behaved. Sister, I want to eat peaches too."
"Go get them. The peaches that weren't picked up on the mountain before are a little riper. I just picked some and washed them all in the basket."
When I picked peaches before, some unripe or too small peaches were left on the mountain. Now they are gradually ripening. Today I went up the mountain to pick around and actually collected more than 20 peaches, which is just enough for daily consumption at home. The taste is excellent.
Before Qiao Qiao entered the house, Song Tan reminded her again, "Oh, by the way, they are setting up a wine cellar in the backyard, why don't you set up your phone there and broadcast it live?"
Opening a wine cellar?!
Wow, this is new knowledge that Qiao Qiao has not learned!
He quickly put the basket aside, picked up the stand and left.
Only the weeping and bloody cries were left in the barrage—
Peach, my peach!
There is indeed a wine cellar in the backyard... To be precise, it's not really a wine cellar, it's just a bunch of jars buried in the ground.
However, it has been a month since the wine was brewed. If it weren’t for the conversation just now, my seventh cousin would have almost forgotten about it. Now he quickly asked everyone to dig it out and take a look.
This is newly harvested sorghum and newly brewed sorghum wine!
Wow, not to mention Song Sancheng who was full of enthusiasm, even Song Youde dropped the half-woven straw mat and rushed over to take a look.
And Grandpa Wu Jianguo, he couldn't sit still anymore, and let Grandma push him over, making Grandma so angry that she kept muttering until Qiao Qiao came over: "What's the point of drinking? It delays me from making money..."
Qiao Qiao put the bracket aside and hurried over: "Did you dig it out?"
“It’s almost there.”
Uncle Qi wiped his sweat and directed the strong laborers Song Sancheng, Tang Xiaodong and Qi Lin: "Upwards, up, raise it a little higher... put it over here... Ouch, slowly, slowly..."
So, everyone in the live broadcast room saw that everyone was huddled together, and although the back of their heads were clear, they couldn't see what the wine cellar looked like, and they couldn't help but get anxious—
Where is the wine cellar? Come and have a look!
Those in front make way, make way—
Ahhh! I just want to ask if it is a crime to put a stent in front of people!
Damn, this angle is clearly looking at the back of the head, where is the wine cellar
Fortunately, after a while, a cheer broke out in the crowd, and then everyone tacitly made way, and saw a large, unremarkable round vat being carried on a shoulder pole by everyone and carefully placed on the ground.
The vat was sealed tightly, and Uncle Qi took some effort to open it and have a look again.
The moment the tank was opened, all the men present took a deep breath and then revealed an intoxicated look.
As for Grandma and Wulan:…
They both tilted their heads back in disdain, "Why is it so strong..."
Then he sniffed again: "It smells quite nice... It smells like grain... And a little sweet..."
I can’t say more, after all, they don’t drink.
Looking at the big man next to him, he already wanted to climb up directly!
It was still Uncle Seven who remained calm. Noticing that the sorghum had softened, he reached out and pinched a handful of it - water came out easily.
Then the calm expression on his face suddenly cracked, and then burst into surprise and impatience, even his shouting was trembling:
"Song Tan! Song Tan! Where is the wine distiller I asked you to buy? Hurry and get it out!"