Chapter 1002: Popcorn

The two people waiting for rice stalks in front couldn't help but look at the big bag in Qiaoqiao's hand—it was also strange, in the countryside for decades, it was the first time I saw someone bringing thirty or forty jin of rice to press rice stalks.

So strange!

Take a secret photo of the bag!

And Old Zhou was strolling with his hands behind his back, Xiao Qi was beside him also joining in the fun, and was full of relaxation, when suddenly a sound came: "Coming, coming——"

The next moment, a dull explosion sounded in his ears——

"Bang!"

At this moment, everyone vigilantly turned around quickly, their backs slowly gathered, and their hands had already touched their waists...

And the laughter of children came from the side:

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Good! Good!"

"Eat fried rice!"

How can that be!

The adult opened the bag and let everyone grab it. The children hurriedly reached out and grabbed a handful, and the rice flowers were about to leak from their small fingers.

"It's still lively in the countryside!"

Looking closely, I saw an old man with gray hair happily taking back the small crowbar and taking the black iron bucket out of the white cloth bag.

What's the big deal? Just eat if you want!

Old Zhou: ……

And the one pressing rice stalks finally finished pressing the rice stalks for the two previous customers. At this moment, seeing the crowd still chatting and moving, he hurriedly shouted: "It's your turn! Pressing rice stalks!"

Then pour the things in the bag into the plastic bag, and only then did the snow-white, egg-shaped small rice flowers appear in front of everyone.

It's almost the New Year, Xiong Yan had a good impression of those snacks, but the efficiency of this popcorn machine was too low, and it took a long time to hear a bang, which was different from the machine that could continuously produce results like rice stalks.

Not many people eat that now, everyone just makes a little to taste the freshness, and it's not even 100 to earn in the big market. The old man was very happy: "Okay, okay, okay! I'll go early tomorrow morning! I have a car!"

"Yes!" The other party also laughed: "My dad planted a little at home. Today I heard there was someone pressing rice stalks here, so I brought some over... Hey!"

Saying that, he also glanced at Qiaoqiao: "Look at you, why don't you ask me to work at your house for a day? I don't want much, you just treat me to a meal for two people, isn't 200 enough?"

"Actually, the city is not bad. I'll take you to the wholesale market and shopping mall during the New Year. It's so crowded that you can't squeeze in!"

The other party said while enthusiastically handing the bag to that side. Xiao Qi looked embarrassed, but Old Zhou reached out very calmly and grabbed a handful, eating while asking:

Old Zhu also leaned over at some point and grabbed a pinch of popcorn from Old Zhou's hand, eating it while waiting for it to melt in his mouth, while tasting the light sweetness of the millet, and sighed:

After thinking about it, she simply asked: "Old man, do you have time tomorrow? If you have time, come to Yunqiao Village, Yunqiao Village Song family, 150 yuan for a meal, you work for a day, okay?"

"Oh! This rice is not bad, is it from your own home?"

"My grandma said it's called rice flower!"

Well, the jujube-red tricycle, same model as the treasure blue tricycle pressing rice stalks next to it.

This kind of soil-method popped corn, the resulting popcorn is not the flowering shape of the cinema, but slightly round, like a milky white mushroom, with irregular light reddish-brown spots on it, one by one, very cute.

The couple pressing rice stalks: ……

"Okay!" The old man with gray hair laughed happily: "Making millet or corn? Wheat is also fine! Corn makes it round and big, it's fragrant!"

"I want to eat that, it's not the same as what I made myself."

Millet, corn grits, and white sugar, mixed together and put into the funnel of the machine. Accompanied by the roaring sound like a tractor, slowly, a rich rice fragrance permeated...

Hey! Old man, it's not bad to have something to eat, and you're still picky?

Song Tan was worried: "The rice we brought today is all for rice stalks, and we didn't bring corn..."

Wheat and millet are different shapes.

"Young people see too much and are scared, right? Come, come, come, taste! Taste! Don't be polite! How much can this rice be worth? It's just that children love to join in the fun..."

He eyes lit up, staring at Old Zhou's legs and asked: "Old man, where did you buy these pants?"

Ah this.

Secretary Xiao Zhu also leaned over and dug two grains from her grandpa's hand, and couldn't help saying:

Old Zhou had lived his whole life, and had never thought that he would be envied for a pair of 40-yuan cotton-padded pants. At this moment, he could only open his mouth:

"Sister! Sister!"

"My mom said this is called rice flower there!"

It's just not the same!

"Grandpa! I want to do that too——"

The elderly in the village still like to eat that, they can bite it. I guess everyone will come to do it together when the time comes, so I might as well pack it for a day.

Qiaoqiao laughed: "I'm just taking people shopping on the way... Come, come, come, you do it, I won't let you suffer! I'll attract a large crowd for you in a while!"

Actually, you can turn around at the entrance of a remote residential area in the city, there is some business...

"It's so cheap!" The other party was annoyed: "Young people know how to pick things when shopping online, and it's troublesome to stock up. This is different, this looks good quality——is it windproof for riding a motorcycle?"

Forget it, I can't figure it out, I'd better honestly press rice stalks.

And Song Tan squeezed out of the gradually surging crowd at this moment, and then raised his phone:

Just, is it windproof... The girl named Tian Tian who rode a motorcycle in the afternoon wore that, so it should be windproof, right?

Popping it in the pot yourself is the flowering popcorn, delicious, but...

He turned his head, and when in doubt, shouted——

Ah this.

Xiong Yan walked over: "What's wrong?"

150?

"Sister! I haven't live-streamed for a long time, I want to teach children that today——"

Old Zhu glared at her: "You're not buying! Why go to the supermarket or wholesale market? Looking for trouble! And I haven't talked about you yet, this millet is so delicious, why didn't you have any movement before?"

"Write down your phone number!" He took out a notebook and pen from his pocket.

Just chatting, Song Tan ran over, and when he saw the white machine that was spinning on the fire, he was happy:

Then came a series of words: "It's too cold to ride a motorcycle, I just want to buy a pair of cotton-padded pants, and buy one for my dad... Is it bought at our market?"

Old Zhou and Xiao Qi listened silently, and took another look at the old man's car——

"I don't know... the child bought it, said it was 40 a pair..."

Secretary Xiao Zhu: ……

Song Tan looked at Xiong Yan pitifully.

But...

He earned more money than the old man making popcorn, but it was a big market at the end of the year. Usually, he turned around in the township, where could he earn so much?

When it turned to Old Zhou's side, seeing several young men with tight faces, but the old men in the front row were still happy, he couldn't help but smile: ===== CHAPTER 1003 =====