Chapter 848 848 Live Broadcast of Digging Sweet Potatoes

Chapter 848 848. Live broadcast of digging sweet potatoes

After working on the gossip for two hours, Brother Zhang finally put tape on all the small express boxes he brought, turning them from flat pieces of paper into small, boxy boxes. Now they are piled in the corner of the yard. It's so spectacular. There are so many.

Then the next step is to put the sorghum in the transparent plastic packaging boxes one by one, seal the boxes and put the labels on them and take them away...

"etc!"

He suddenly reacted: "Why hasn't my machine produced an order for a long time? Didn't you print it?"

Zhang Yanping was confused for a moment: "Don't you have an order?"

It shouldn't be... He looked at the computer and thought about it, then stood up slowly: "Sorry, sorry, I forgot to put it on the shelf."

In short, sales haven’t started yet.

Brother Zhang:...

Zhang Yanping is not nervous: "It's only 4:00 now, it's still early, so don't worry if you wait for a few minutes."

Then he shouted: "Jojo! Jojo!"

Song Tan was lying on the recliner, swaying like an uncle. When he heard the noise, he crossed his legs and said, "Qiao Qiao is in the sweet potato field. Go and find him there."

Ah, sweet potatoes!

Zhang Yanping was drooling for a moment and hurriedly said to Brother Zhang: "Are you tired of posting on boxes? Sit down and take a rest. I'll ask Qiao Qiao to shout in the live broadcast room. Don't worry, they will definitely be sold out in ten minutes!"

At the same time, she moved the notebook closer to him: "If you want to see if it is sold out, just click here for delivery and print the express delivery receipt."

The dark, burly man took his cell phone away, searched around the yard twice, found a paring knife and walked away menacingly. Looking at that posture, it doesn't look like he's going to eat sweet potatoes, but he's going to stab someone!

No, I brought the murder weapon with me!

Brother Zhang had a sentence in his mouth, but he wanted to say it but didn't say it out: But didn't you show off before that you could sell out the goods in ten minutes without any advance notice?

…

Here, Zhang Yanping gathered his coat while going up the mountain - it was cold in the mountains, and the temperature had dropped before the sun set.

As he climbed up the mountain, he could vaguely hear the voices of old men and women on the mountain, and he couldn't help but sigh:

"It would be great if I could retire like this."

What kind of day?

They were in their 70s and 80s. Seeing that the old Song family had little work to do, they refused to leave and stayed in the factory to clean. Cleaning is not done half-heartedly, but several people work together to tidy up one room at a time. The tidying up is called clean!

Why are you so enthusiastic?

Just for the canteen!

They are old, and many of them are not good at using electrical appliances. They only know how to burn wood stoves. They can only cook a few noodles without killing people...

Who would be happy!

It's better to come and chat with everyone, work, not feel tired, and still have food.

People are also strange. When they didn't work at Lao Song's house before, they were reluctant to go even if someone came to invite them to eat, for fear of offending others.

It's better now. Everyone's mentality has changed inexplicably. No one is inviting them, so they can't help but stay here.

In short, Chef Jiang, who makes the rice extremely delicious, also has a major responsibility.

A group of people were busy, and Song Youde shouted: "No one is around even if the door is locked, and the factory is not dirty at all. You guys have to eat two kilograms of my rice in one meal!"

The old ladies were not happy: "Look at you, you are not a particular man, aren't you? I will clean up your big yard, won't you have to dry the rice tomorrow? How convenient."

"That's right! If you really think our work is boring, let us go to your wheat field and I will pull the tares for you."

"Song Youde, I will cut the rice for you next year, so don't hire a machine."

"Go, go, go!" Song Youde didn't dare: "Everyone's eyesight is dim, I'm afraid you'll tear off my wheat seedlings..."

As for not hiring machines next year? Let’s talk about it next year! In early summer, there were still strong laborers in the village who could harvest rice, but this autumn, it was their turn to build fermentation tanks.

The cost of cutting with this machine is the same as labor, but it is faster. As long as the weather is not bad, any machine can be used!

The factory was bustling with laughter and laughter. Workers drinking water at the dormitory construction site not far away also looked expectantly:

"I don't know what to eat tonight?"

…

How could Zhang Yanping not be greedy for such a lively scene? He wondered if the retirement canteen should be of this level. What kind of unit couldn't he work until he was old?

After standing on the hillside and listening quietly for a while, he walked along the other side to the sweet potato field below.

Two tricycles were parked on the roadside, and the straw they had just harvested from the factory today was thoughtfully spread underneath. The mobile phone was placed there. Zhang Yanping went over to take a look and found that the live broadcast was indeed on.

It's just that the anchor obviously forgot again. Now he is walking away with his hoe, and the barrage is numb.

Qiao Qiao and Song Sancheng and Wu Lan were in the sweet potato field. The two men gently waved their hoes, and Ulan held the basket one at a time, muttering twice at the same time:

"Be careful, be careful, look, this sweet potato is broken again - oh, how beautiful this sweet potato is! You dug up a long strip!"

The injured sweet potatoes could not be stored, which made Wu Lanke feel distressed. You must know that they also have the God of Wealth, Boss Chang Bao, and he is willing to take these sweet potatoes for 40 per pound!

It's a pity that Tantan said that there is not much planted this year, so she can keep it for herself - well, if she had to tell it, it is quite a lot, almost two acres of land, with red and white skins added together, two acres of land would amount to tens of thousands. How many pounds!

The cellar must be filled!

"Auntie!" Zhang Yanping called her from the roadside. His tone was sweet but fierce. Seeing this, Wulan couldn't help but turn his head:

Forget it, just keep it.

There are too many three bowls of rice at home!

Zhang Yanping, who knew nothing, had no idea of ​​his mission. He just took out a white sweet potato covered with dirt from the truck bed and shouted:

"I'll eat one first!"

Perhaps because he knew it too well, Wulan shouted again from a distance:

"Eat the one in the basket on the ground!"

Zhang Yanping looked down and found the basket on the other side of the car, then silently put the sweet potato in his hand back and squatted down to pick one with the top dug out.

After choosing the sweet potato, do you have to wash it?

He still had a peeling knife in his pocket, but he looked at the group of ducks swimming happily in the pond in front of him, and the two "geese" Dabai and Emei who occasionally dived, and the duck feathers floating in the water grass...

He turned decisively, walked two steps up the slope, and came to the edge of the canal repaired in the summer:

"Come on, old friends in the live broadcast room, let's eat a sweet potato first - and look at our environment, this newly built canal! This water is from the spring on the top of the mountain, clear and bright!"

As for the spring being drilled from the well at the beginning, there is no need to say about it.

He put the sweet potato in front of the camera for a close-up, and changed the live broadcast angle:

"Click to see, eat sweet potatoes raw!"

Update one.

Sweet potatoes can really be eaten raw, I like them very much, and children or older people in the village should be familiar with them.

Baoer, who heard about it for the first time, should rarely come into contact with these.

The normal storage time of sweet potatoes in the cellar is 2 to 6 months. If the radish is buried in the sand, it can last for up to three to five months.

Of course, in my experience, it is easy to become brittle after three months (or maybe even shorter).