Under the table is Song Youde.
He just waved his hand and said, "You can't kill this ungrateful wolf!"
Then there was another equally loud snoring sound, which was vaguely intertwined with that of Tang Xiaodong next door, rising and falling in a rhythmic manner.
Song Tan regretted it deeply!
If I had known that I would have to clean up the mess after they got drunk, I shouldn’t have opened the wine!
Look at the wine bottles on the table again - okay, I took three bottles of wine in total, and now there is only one and a half bottles left. Is this how much you can drink? !
She picked up the bottle and shook it, and she was almost laughing.
…
The next day was another sunny day.
When my seventh cousin woke up, he couldn't help but squint his eyes because of the dazzling light outside the window.
Then he reacted: Hey, why is it so bright
But when he slowly walked out of the house, he found the yard was quiet and the air was filled with heat, which made him break out in a sweat instantly.
He was confused for a moment, then he remembered - oh, this is his home!
wrong!
Wasn't he drinking? Why did he go back to his own house? And it was dark when he was drinking!
I touched my phone again—oh my god, it’s already 8:30 in the morning! At this time, people who are working are almost going home.
He hurried into the kitchen and got a basin of cold water to wash up, then hurried to Song Tan's house.
As soon as I entered the yard, I saw Grandma Qi and Aunt Lianhua's family peeling corn. I couldn't help feeling guilty: "I got up late."
Grandma Qi glanced at him and said, "Oh, you are incredible!" She said in a controlled tone, "You can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk. You are just bragging. One glass of wine can knock you out."
My seventh cousin felt so ashamed!
He wanted to say that he really couldn't drink that much.
But Song Youde only poured himself two glasses of wine yesterday, two small half cups, which together were less than one cup. How come he slept until this moment
At this moment, I can only murmur guiltily: "This alcohol is really strong."
But it's good.
He smacked his lips secretly, thinking about the aroma and lingering taste of the wine yesterday, and for some reason he felt a little greedy again.
Thinking about it again, I feel pretty good today, no headache, no discomfort, it seems that this wine is indeed brewed well...
However, now is obviously not the time to think about these things.
He looked around and asked, "Why are there only a few of you?"
Aunt Lianhua laughed, "Uncle Song got drunk yesterday and asked Tantan to carry him back. He hasn't shown up yet. I heard that my aunt and her team are the ones making the straw mats."
"As for Tan Tan and the others, they took people to pick corn early in the morning. Look at this corn, it's all old."
"Well, then..."
Uncle Seven had a bad feeling in his heart: this alcohol is so strong, he fell asleep for so long after just two sips, this is really a waste of time! Can I still drink whenever I want in the future
"So what do you guys have for breakfast?"
"That's easy!" Aunt Lianhua laughed. "Aren't there pumpkin buns made yesterday in the freezer? I'll cook a pot of porridge and steam a pot of buns, and that'll be enough for us."
As we were chatting, we saw two more people coming out of the side room.
Tang Xiaodong and Professor Song also stood out crookedly, and then faced the skylight in the courtyard with the same expression as my seventh cousin had this morning.
…
In the fields below the back mountain, Qiao Qiao started a live broadcast again.
What he wants to teach the children today is how to pick corn.
Everyone was fully armed.
He put on a mask, a hat, and a long-sleeved jacket before entering the cornfield.
The corn leaves are dense, wide and long, much more rugged than those of sorghum. When you walk in, the hairy edges of the leaves will scratch your clothes and hat.
If someone who doesn't know how to do farm work comes in wearing short-sleeved clothes, he will be cut and bleeding in no time.
Because of the humidity and heat, there were swarms of mosquitoes in the cornfield. When I saw so many delicious foods coming in, I wished I could eat all the food for the rest of my life!
Fortunately, Song Tan had made preparations and put a handful of mugwort in everyone's basket.
In short, it's very difficult.
Some people also sighed and said in the barrage:
There used to be cornfield literature, where people were pinned down in cornfields and so on... Now it seems like bullshit.
Not really. If you are used to doing the work...
Are you trying to say that? If you imagine this image, is it worth imagining
Attention, don't talk nonsense just because there is no management in our live broadcast room. If you go back and issue a yellow card, everyone present is responsible.
Alas. The main reason is that there are so many corns in front of me, but I can't eat them. I feel sad.
It hurts so much!
This corn has so many cobs, some have two or three. Why is it different from mine? My corn only has one.
The one in the front is probably silage corn. It has a high yield but a bad taste. It is still very popular for processing feed.
The price of silage is OK this year. It seems to be 1500 yuan per mu.
1500 per acre? Isn't this too cheap
If you don't understand, don't talk nonsense. This price makes more money than selling corn cobs.
It is indeed profitable, but there are many restrictions. For example, the host is in a mountainous area with inconvenient transportation, so it is definitely impossible to sell it that way. The acquisition cost is too high.
Yes! Also, it is not suitable if there is no large livestock breeding area nearby because the transportation cost is too high.
The anchor's corn is growing well. It has been raining for a month in my area. The crops can't stand it.
It's hard to rely on the weather for food...
Unlike the usual laughing and asking for links, today they watched the live broadcast all morning, Kaka broke basket after basket of corn cobs, but the host didn't interact with them at all.
Everyone went from sucking in the food with greed to gossiping - in short, they couldn't leave and could only watch silently, as if their edges had been smoothed out by the live broadcast room.
Just at this moment, Song Tan came over, picked up the corn cob in his hand, peeled off the skin in a few seconds, and then roughly grabbed the soft and tender silk at the front of the corn and tore it off in two or three seconds.
"Qiao Qiao, come on, this is so tender, it must be very sweet."
Qiao Qiao was still wearing gloves, and now she lowered her head and took a bite of Song Tan's hand.
The unripe corn kernels were a light yellow, tender, and juicy. When he bit them, the juice splashed out.
The live camera is right in front of you.
All the audience in the live broadcast room were stunned by the sudden appearance of delicious food!
Oh, damn it, I'm not even greedy anymore, why do you have to eat in front of me!
What tender corn! No, no, I have to go to the market early tomorrow morning.
Who said this was silage corn? Is all silage corn so delicious
The host's eyes narrowed as he ate... I hate every delicious food that I can't buy.
Isn’t that right
The corn tasted crispy and sweet, with a unique aroma. The juice was chewed into the mouth, Qiao Qiao licked the residue on the edge of his lips, and then raised his head:
"Sister, don't you want to eat it? It's delicious."
"I don't want to eat."
Song Tan looked at him with a smile: "I like to eat the older ones and roast them for lunch."
"You, on the other hand, liked tender corn when you were little—come, eat more."
Qiao Qiao then lowered his head obediently and took another big bite.
Two jagged gaps appeared on the plump and round corn cob, and some crushed corn kernels hung on the cob, just like the broken hearts of the fans.