Chapter 459 459 Precarious Self-Esteem

Chapter 459 459. Precarious self-esteem

Zhang Yanping turned around numbly:

"Sorghum stalks...are they divided into sweet and non-sweet ones?"

"Of course." Qiao Qiao 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 Yanping, are you greedy? It's okay, just go ahead and chop it down. We have 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 help it any longer and burst out laughing. He immediately glared angrily:

"You're so cunning and cunning Teacher Xin! Is this an example you can set as a teacher?"

Teacher Xin blinked innocently: "What did I do?"

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.

…

The two useless adults here are groping to cut down those tall and strong sweet poles. Qiao Qiao 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 like corn more, because this year's corn was planted by Teacher Qiaoqiao herself! Then I will 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]

[The one in front of you wants to be embarrassed? Unlike me, I just have 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 is particularly fragrant and chewy when grilled over charcoal fire! 】

At this time, Qiaoqiao had already brought the newly cut sorghum stalk close to the camera to show the students:

"You see, 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 old one is like a ball of dry cotton inside, not to mention it will hurt your feelings when you eat it. 】

[Why hurt feelings? Are you expecting too much from it? 】

[Because that was one I stole in the village at night when no one was around]

【……】

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. But after explaining the essentials of chopping sorghum, 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, then threw the live broadcast room aside again, and immersed himself in humming and working.

Although there were two sorghums in the two-cent field that were holding back, with his current physique, he could finish the work in just one or two hours.

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 also held a piece of sweet pole in his hand and chewed it, and he couldn't help but be dumbfounded when he heard this.

Look 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 Jojo has been working!"

Qiaoqiao put her hands on her hips depressedly: "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 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 and then crossed his hands in a classic pose.

The lazy adult Zhang Yanping:...

At this moment, Xin Jun took some sweet poles, Qiao Qiao took the sickle and the basket, and left gracefully!

But Zhang Yanping could only groan and drag the sorghum stalks from the ground to the tricycle on the road...

etc!

The sorghum poles each wish they were longer than two meters, and they cannot fit on the back bucket of a 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 knew very well about 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, and Song Sancheng also came over.

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 below 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 wanted to cry but had no tears: I told you earlier that he was not meant for farm work!

Because of his efforts, by the time all the sorghum stalks were transported back home, the sun was already hot enough to sting the skin.

Song Sancheng laughed and called him a fool while sitting in the shade of the corridor, adjusting the angle of the fan to face him, 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 very guilty, so he simply didn't leave at this moment, and squatted in the corridor watching Song Sancheng's actions: "Does it have to be this long? Can't this half be used directly?"

As he was talking, Qiao Qiao and his seventh cousin had already spread another piece of plastic film on the ground, and then the two of them moved a small stool, reached out and took out three or two chopped sorghums and held them tightly - that is, the length of the heavy sorghum ears with 30 to 40 centimeters of stems.

Lift it up -

"Pah!"

The heavy sorghum fell directly on the ground, and many sorghum grains fell down.

Then Zhu and his grandfather raised their hands again and hit the sorghum ears hard again.

"Pah!"

"Pah!"

"Pah!"

What fell all over the ground were not only the red sorghum ears, but also Zhang Yanping's precarious self-esteem.

Qiao Qiao asked curiously: "Seventh cousin, how much wine can be brewed from this?"

Seventh cousin estimated: "This sorghum grows well, it's plump and round, and heavy - two mu of land can produce about 300 to 400 kilograms of sorghum."

"Using this to brew wine, you can get about one kilogram out of three kilograms - you can calculate, how many kilograms of wine?"