Chapter 608 Broken Heart

Chapter 608 608. Broken Heart

Under the table was Song Youde.

He waved his hand and said, "The ungrateful wolf can't be killed!"

Then there was the same deafening snoring, vaguely intertwined with Tang Xiaodong's next door, one after another, quite rhythmic.

Song Tan regretted it greatly!

If he had known that he would have to clean up the mess after they got drunk, he shouldn't have opened the wine!

Then he looked at the wine bottle on the table - well, a total of three bottles of wine were taken, and now there is only one and a half bottles left, and this is how much alcohol they can drink? !

She picked up the bottle and shook it, and she was about to laugh at this moment.

...

The next day was another sunny day.

When the 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?

When he walked out of the house slowly, he saw that the yard was quiet, and the air was steaming with heat, which made him sweat instantly.

He was confused for a moment, then he remembered-oh, this is his home!

No!

Wasn't he drinking? Why did he go back to his home? And it was dark when he was drinking!

He touched his phone again-oh my god, it's 8:30 in the morning! At this time, people who work are almost going home.

He hurried into the kitchen to get a basin of cold water to wash up, and then hurried to Song Tan's house.

As soon as he entered the yard, he saw Grandma Qi and Aunt Lianhua's family peeling corn, and he couldn't help feeling guilty: "I got up late."

Grandma Qi glanced at him: "Oh, it's amazing!" She said in a tone: "You can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk, you are bragging like a fool, and you can be knocked down by a glass of wine."

Grandpa Qi was very embarrassed!

He wanted to say that he really didn't have this alcohol tolerance.

But Song Youde poured wine twice yesterday, two small half cups, which added up to less than one cup. How could he sleep until this time?

At this moment, he could only murmur guiltily: "This wine is really strong."

But, it's good.

He secretly smacked his lips, thinking about the aroma and lingering taste of yesterday's wine, and for some reason he felt a little greedy again.

Then he thought about how he was in a good mood today, without a headache or discomfort, it seems that this wine is indeed well brewed...

But now is obviously not the time to think about these things.

He looked around: "Why are there only a few of you?"

Aunt Lianhua laughed: "Uncle Song got drunk yesterday and asked Tan Tan to carry him back, and he hasn't shown up yet. I heard that my aunt led people to weave straw mats."

"As for Tan Tan and the others, they took people to break corn early in the morning. Look at this corn, it's all old."

"Then, then..."

The seventh cousin had a bad feeling in his heart: this wine is so strong, and he fell asleep for so long after just drinking two sips. This is too much of a delay! Can I still drink whenever I want in the future?

"What did you guys eat for breakfast?"

"That's easy!" Aunt Lianhua laughed, "Aren't there pumpkin buns made yesterday in the freezer? I cooked a pot of porridge and steamed a pot of buns, which is enough for us."

While they were chatting, they 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 yard with the same expression as the seventh cousin this morning.

...

In the fields below the back mountain, Qiao Qiao started a live broadcast again.

Today he was going to teach the children - to break corn.

Everyone was fully armed.

Masks, hats, and long-sleeved coats were all put on, and then they went into the cornfield.

The corn leaves were dense and long, much more powerful than sorghum. As soon as they walked in, the hairy barbs on the leaves rubbed against their clothes and hats.

If someone who doesn't know how to do farm work came in wearing short-sleeved clothes, they would be cut and bleeding in a few seconds.

Because of the humidity and heat, there were still groups of mosquitoes in the cornfield. When I saw so many delicacies coming in, I wished I could eat all the food in my life!

Fortunately, Song Tan had prepared in advance, and everyone had a small handful of mugwort in their baskets.

In short, it was very difficult.

Some people sighed in the barrage:

[There used to be some cornfield literature, where people were pressed in the cornfield like this and that... Now it seems that it's all bullshit]

[Not really, if you are used to working... ]

[Used to working, calloused? Is that what you want to say? Then imagine, if it is this image, is it still worth imagining? ]

[Pay attention to the front, don't talk nonsense just because there is no management in our live broadcast room. I will issue a yellow card later, and everyone here is responsible. ]

[Hey. The main thing is that there are so many corns in front of me, and I feel uncomfortable when I can't eat them. ]

[It's uncomfortable! ]

[There are so many corns, some with two or three cobs. Why is it different from mine? My family can only produce one. 】

【The one in front is probably silage corn. High yield, bad taste. It is still very popular for processing feed. 】

【The price of silage is okay this year, it seems to be 1,500 per mu】

【1,500 per mu? Isn't that too cheap? 】

【Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand, this price is more profitable than selling corn cobs. 】

【It is indeed quite profitable, but there are many restrictions. For example, the host's mountainous area has inconvenient transportation, so it is definitely impossible to sell it that way. The acquisition cost is too high. 】

【Yes! In addition, it is not suitable if there is no large-scale livestock breeding area nearby, because the transportation cost is too high. 】

【The host's corn is growing very well. It has been raining for a month in my place. The crops can't bear it】

【It's hard to rely on the weather for food...】

Unlike the usual laughter and asking for links, today the live broadcast lasted all morning, and the host did not interact with them.

Everyone went from slurping with greed to gossiping now - in short, they could not leave, and could only watch silently, as if they had been smoothed out by the live broadcast room.

At this moment, Song Tan came over, then picked up the corn cob in his hand and peeled it in two or two strokes, and then roughly grabbed the soft and tender filaments in front of the corn and tore them clean in two or three strokes.

"Qiao Qiao, come on, this is so tender, it must be very sweet."

Qiao Qiao was still wearing gloves on her hands, and now she lowered her head and took a bite of Song Tan's hand -

The unripe corn kernels were cream yellow, very light in color, and very tender. When he bit them like this, the juice splashed.

The live broadcast camera was right in front of him.

All the viewers in the live broadcast room were blown away by the sudden appearance of the food, and they were embarrassed!

[Ahhh, damn it, I'm not 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 is silage corn? Is silage corn so delicious】

【The host's eyes narrowed as he ate... Equality hates every delicious thing I can't buy. 】

Isn't that right?

This corn is crispy and sweet in the mouth, with a unique aroma. The lingering juice was chewed into the mouth, Qiao Qiao licked the residue on the lips, and then raised her head:

"Sister, don't you want to eat it? It's delicious."

"I don't eat it."

Song Tan looked at him with a smile: "I like to eat older ones and roast them for lunch."

"But you, you liked tender corn when you were a child - come on, eat more."

Qiao Qiao also lowered her head obediently and took another big bite.

Two uneven gaps appeared on the plump and round corn cob, and some crushed corn kernels hung on the cob, just like the broken hearts of fans.

It’s a little late today, I will definitely be earlier tomorrow...Good night!