Song Tan Jishi

Chapter 848 848. Live broadcast of digging sweet potatoes

After two hours of grinding and gossiping, Brother Zhang finally put tape on all the small express boxes he brought, turning them from flat pieces of paper into a small boxy box. 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 one by one in the transparent plastic packaging boxes you brought, seal the boxes and put a label 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 was not nervous: "It's only 4:00 now, it's still early, so don't worry if you wait for ten or eight 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 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 the box? Sit down and take a rest. I'll ask Qiao Qiao to shout in the live broadcast room. Don't worry, it will definitely be sold out in ten minutes!"

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

At this moment, the **** man put his cell phone in his pocket, 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 have brought all the murder weapons!

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 have a life like this when I retire.”

 What kind of day?

They were in their seventies and eighties. Seeing that the old Song family had no work to do, they refused to leave and stayed in the factory to clean. Cleaning is not done perfunctorily, but several people work together to tidy up one room at a time, and 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 go home and cook cold pots and stoves. They can only cook a few noodles without dying...

Who would be happy?

How about coming here and chatting and working together without feeling tired, and still getting food on the table.

　　It’s also strange to say that people are strange. When they didn’t work in Lao Song’s house before, they would not be willing 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 invites them, so they just have to stay here.

 In short, Chef Jiang, who makes the food particularly delicious, also bears a major responsibility.

A group of people were busy, and Song Youde shouted: "No one has locked the door, and the factory is not dirty. 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 don’t like our hard work, 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 up 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 will do!

The factory is bustling with laughter and laughter. Not far away, at the dormitory construction site, workers drinking water 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 side of the road, 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 host obviously forgot again. Now he is walking away with his hoe, and the barrage is numb.

And Qiaoqiao and Song Sancheng and Ulan 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 know, they also have the God of Wealth, Boss Chang Bao, and he is willing to take these sweet potatoes for 40 a pound!

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

 The cellar must be full!

“Auntie!” Zhang Yanping called her from the roadside, his tone was sweet but fierce. Ulan couldn't help but turn his head:

 Forget it, just keep it.

Three big bowls of food at home is too much!

Zhang Yanping, who knew nothing about it, could not remember the mission he was tasked with. He just took out a white sweet potato stained with soil from the truck bed and said loudly:

 “I’ll eat one first!”

Probably because he knew her too well, Ulan roared again when he was far away:

 “Eat from the basket on the ground!”

Zhang Yanping looked down and found the basket on the other side of the car. Then he silently put the sweet potatoes back in his hands, squatted down and picked one with the top cut off.

 The sweet potatoes have been selected, do they need to be washed?

He still had a paring knife in his pocket, but he could look at a group of ducks swimming happily in the pond in front of him, as well as the two "gooses" called Dabai and Goose Girl who pricked from time to time, and the water plants in the middle. Flying duck feathers…

 He turned around decisively, took two steps up the slope, and came to the edge of the canal that had been repaired in the summer:

“Come to the live studio veterans, let’s eat and sow a sweet potato first—and then look at our environment, this newly built canal! This water comes from the spring on the top of the mountain, it’s clear and bright!”

As for the fact that the spring was drilled out from the beginning, it goes without saying.

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

 “Click to see, eat sweet potatoes raw!”

Update 1.

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

　　　The first time I heard about Baoer, I probably had very little exposure to these.

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

Of course, based on my experience, it becomes easy to lose weight after three months (or maybe shorter).

 (End of this chapter)