Song Tan Jishi

Guo Dong couldn't be reconciled.

"I know, you haven't felt my medical skills, so you don't want to believe me, right?"

Song Tan: ...

No.

She thought blankly: It's purely unnecessary.

With just a little sorghum, how much wine can be produced?

Just like that, her grandfather has even divided up what kind of sauce and what kind of strong fragrance... How can there be time to toss about medicinal wine?

What's more, the function of medicinal wine is nothing more than health care, and they can also achieve this effect after staying at home for a long time.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Guo Dong sighed.

But she didn't give up, she still kept the bottle of medicine:

"Don't refuse yet! You don't have a date yet, man, can I understand you?"

She winked and winked: "When they come back, they will ask... It won't hurt to try, right? I'm serious about conditioning my body, not the kind of medicine that burns my body when I take it..."

Song Tan: ...

She had no choice but to reach out for the jar of wax pills that she took.

On the contrary, Guo Dong asked again: "I heard that your grandfather is weaving straw mats. How much does it cost per bed? I'll buy one first."

Her air conditioner was brought back, but the installation was delayed due to the rain, and the appointment was full today, so she had to wait until the day after tomorrow... In this hot day, she didn't even buy a fan, and the night was really hot.

Fortunately, the houses in the countryside are tall and big, and the ventilation is cool. Now it is the beginning of July, and it is not as difficult as in the urban area. It is only two days, and we can persist.

But straw mats are not a waste, and there are still many months of summer.

This Song Tan has no objections, and will show her to see the straw mats he just brought: "Tentatively 999 a bed, if you want, you can also get free shipping."

Guo Dong: ...

Now it was her turn to withdraw her hand quickly: "Thank you. I don't deserve it." She should borrow a fan first.

...

And in the field at the foot of the mountain, Qiao Qiao has already started the live broadcast again.

"Children, today Teacher Qiao Qiao will teach you how to cut sorghum."

"There are two sub-fields of sorghum planted here. Grandpa said that when it is ripe, it can be chopped down to make wine."

"It was raining here a few days ago. We shouldn't have cut sorghum today, but the sun is very sunny here and the wind is strong. Now there is no water."

After he finished speaking, he stretched out his hand and shook the sorghum stalks, and sure enough there were no water drops.

[Good guy! There are more and more skills on the resume]

[In front, I have learned the theory, but where did you practice it in practice? 】

[Sorghum rice water rice! This diabetic favorite! 】

[Sorghum noodles mixed! ! ! 】

As soon as Zhang Yanping turned on his mobile phone to observe the bullet screen in the live broadcast room, he saw everyone's comments slipped to the food, which made him unable to help but raise his head:

"Sorghum rice water rice, is it delicious?"

Xin Jun thought for a while: "It's okay—it's definitely not as good as rice, but you can try it."

He is eager to try: "I heard that sorghum stalks are very sweet, I will try it later!"

"Really? Then I have to try it too." Zhang Yanping was also excited—isn't this like eating sugar cane? How beautiful it is to eat something sweet like this in July!

His eyes lingered on the row of sorghum in front of him, and decided to find the most handsome one later.

The two adults are working hard behind the scenes, but the kid Qiaoqiao is working very hard.

At this moment, he stretched out his hand and grabbed the heavy sorghum ear, and then pulled the sickle down about 30 centimeters below the sorghum ear——

The heavy and red sorghum ears were already in his hands.

"Have you seen it, children? It's very simple. Just reach out and cut it with a sickle."

Barrage:……

[The anchor thinks highly of me, I'm not that tall. 】

[This sorghum must be more than two meters long? Isn't there that kind of dwarf sorghum now? Why not? 】

[This seems to be glutinous sorghum from Northeast China... Good wine making! 】

Just as he was talking, he saw that Qiao Qiao had already aimed at the next tree:

"However, today we have to take back all the sorghum stalks, so today we will not cut from the head, but from the root."

As he spoke, he held the sorghum pole in his left hand, and slammed the sickle in his right hand——

Swish!

The whole sorghum fell directly.

When Zhang Yanping and Xin Jun heard the movement, they poked their heads to see——

God-sent sorghum stalks!

The two excitedly held up their knives, and swiftly chopped off the sorghum spike with a section of stalk behind them.

Xin Jun put on gloves calmly, broke off the leaves, and threw them into the basket beside them.

Sorghum leaves can be fed to fish, crushed to feed chickens, ducks, and pigs.

And the sorghum stalks themselves can be eaten as sugar cane—of course it is definitely not that sweet, and they can also be used to feed pigs.

Tsk, thinking about it this way, it seems weird...

The two chose the middle part, and with a few knives, there were two sorghum poles for each person.

that is……

Xin Jun looked at the sorghum pole in his hand, feeling something was wrong. And Zhang Yanping has already tilted his head and started to chew——

Gnawing sorghum stalks is like gnawing sugarcane, you first gnaw off the skin and then chew it——

Hey, why isn't it sweet?

He turned to look at Xin Jun.

Xin Jun thought for a while: "I also ate it when I was a child, maybe there is a filter in my memory - in this way, you chew off the skin first, and then eat the core inside. After all, it is sorghum, it must not be as sweet as sugar cane, It's probably slightly sweet."

Zhang Yanping thought for a while: It makes sense.

So he gnawed and gnawed the sorghum stalk until only a thin milky white core remained. Then I clicked and bit, and chewed again...

Soon, like spitting dross, I spit them all out.

"Your childhood filter is too outrageous, how can there be any sweetness? It doesn't even have much moisture."

Xin Jun stared at him for a while: "Well, since it's not sweet, I won't eat it."

Zhang Yanping: ...

He looked at the remaining piece of sorghum stalk he was holding in his hand, and then at the one that Xin Jun threw into the basket casually, feeling something was wrong.

But thinking about it but not thinking about it, he turned his head and stared at the sorghum pole, thinking: Could it be that he didn't gnaw the most middle part?

By this time, Qiao Qiao had already chopped many sorghum, seeing Zhang Yanping squatting on the ground, he couldn't help wondering:

"Brother Yanping, why do you want to eat this? The non-sweet one belongs to the little pig, so don't eat it indiscriminately."

Then he pointed to a few sorghum trees in the corners that were thick, tall, and three to four meters long:

"That's the sweet stick."

Zhang Yanping: ...? ! !

The next moment, I saw Xin Jun walking over with a sickle in hand: "Okay! Qiao Qiao knows a lot! I heard that you have also planted sorghum. Today, the teacher is here to taste the fruits of your labor!"

"Yeah!" Qiao Qiao really cheered up: "Then teacher, eat slowly! Grandpa said that these are specially reserved sweet stalk seeds, which are sweeter than sugarcane."

Turning her head to look at Zhang Yanping, who has a unique taste, Qiao Qiao sighed heavily:

"Brother Yanping! Don't eat it! This is really for feeding pigs... Come on, let's chop sorghum together. Grandpa said to process it and dry it early. After the sorghum is harvested, he can still find time to weave it with sorghum ears." Where's the broom!"

Some content was added to yesterday’s leave request chapter, so if you haven’t seen it, you can check it out.

Sorghum stalks, we call them Tianxuan here (it’s the sound anyway, it’s also called sweet stalks.)

good night.