Chapter 1631: Picking Sesame Leaves Again

Yang Zhengxin was pounding the pillow angrily in the dormitory.

"I! Why! Did I come to summer camp!"

He was extremely indignant, and at this moment he felt uncomfortable all over.

So he simply got out of bed, took a Panpan small bread and dipped it into a ball of fermented bean curd in the jar, and ate it in such a sweet and salty way, as if life had become more meaningful.

Several heads stretched out from the beds in the dormitory, full of resentment: "Dipping Panpan in fermented bean curd, don't you think it's a crime?"

Someone swallowed: "If you had promised to let me eat more earlier, I would have stolen a steamed bun from the cafeteria for you even if I had to steal it."

Entering the closed summer camp, little Yang's good qualities disappeared, and at this moment he regarded his fermented bean curd as a treasure, accusing:

"You bunch of animals!"

He really carried forward the fine tradition at the beginning, Brother Qiao Qiao was so reliable, promising to send him things often.

So innocent little Yang brought the posture of not being able to walk in the night with silk clothes, and enthusiastically shared his good things with everyone in the dormitory.

Good fellow, that night someone knelt by the bed and called him godfather, saying he was really hungry in the middle of the night, requesting to eat a little more...

Eat a little and then a little, from godfather to father.

The worthless dignity of half-grown men disappeared one by one with the empty bottles of canned food.

Now, Qiao Qiao's weekly mailing couldn't keep up with their covetousness.

This fermented bean curd was the last bit of glory that Yang Zhengxin strictly forbade himself to save.

He said hatefully: "I don't need steamed buns, if there is no bread, I can lick the bottle."

In short, he couldn't let this group of people taste his treasure again.

But now looking at his phone, he couldn't help but feel sad again:

"They are going to eat sesame leaf paste noodles, braised noodles, chicken soup noodles now!"

The roommates crawled out of bed and then gathered around:

"How do you know? Is it just in time to catch the livestream? Then hurry up, let's follow and see, what if we can snatch some good things?"

Yang Zhengxin didn't say a word.

He wanted to say that Qiao Qiao didn't intend to sell the sesame leaves he picked today. But this thing has to be processed before it can be eaten. He couldn't even use a small electric stove in the dormitory, so he couldn't taste it at all, so he kept silent.

Just watching how Qiao Qiao could make this group of people greedy like big fools later.

In this way, he could resolve his unwillingness.

And in Yunqiao Village, under the sun at four or five in the afternoon, Qiao Qiao wore his hat and old shirt as usual, tied a simple and unadorned large cloth bag around his waist, and walked into the sesame field full of enthusiasm.

This year, 5 mu of sesame were planted. Seventh Uncle estimated that there were many people in the family and many relatives, so he had to prepare about 200 jin of sesame oil, which was two mu of land.

The rest were all for Boss Chang—the Money Law had indeed corroded the Song family, and now they always wanted to plant more of any good things, so as not to let Boss Chang's restaurant be empty.

And the sesame leaves attached to these five mu of land were purely extra harvest.

Of course, this work wasn't done by Qiao Qiao alone. Even if picking leaves wasn't difficult, it couldn't stand such a few mu of land!

So there were other employees.

According to Seventh Uncle's requirements, it didn't matter if you picked slowly, just don't damage the sesame.

This work had no difficulty. Although the weather in June was hot, the temperature was okay, and four or five in the afternoon was just the time for farmers to start working.

So the batch of employees who turned into full-time workers this year wore sun-protective clothing, hats, and all honestly plunged into the sesame field.

Regardless of whether the sun-protective clothing was pink or black, they all had a large white cloth bag around their waists.

The self-study sister had already lost her city dream in the countryside, just staring at the large pocket on her waist:

"Can't you use a basket?"

Qiao Qiao said: "You can, but sesame leaves take up a lot of space. You can't pick much in one basket before you have to send it out. If you press the leaves down, they will slowly pop up again in a while, and they are easy to fall."

So there was such a reason.

The stomach-cutting brother looked and laughed at her: "It's really inconvenient to take a basket. Look at how the sesame is planted, people have to be careful walking inside, and the basket poking around easily hurts the sesame stalks."

Everyone was lively, and although they sweated a bit, because their bodies were well-maintained, they didn't feel anything.

Yun Duo set up her phone on the side: "Qiao Qiao, I've started the livestream here!"

Qiao Qiao nodded, and at this moment turned to the phone: "Little friends, today I'm picking sesame leaves for you to see!"

"Last year we planted very few sesame, and we didn't dare to pick sesame leaves casually for fear of affecting the yield, so we ate a few meals and it was gone."

"This year we planted 5 mu of land, Seventh Uncle said pick as you like, today I came to pick with my brothers and sisters."

"Now the sun is good, bring the sesame leaves back, wash them clean, then blanch and dry them, they can be stored for a long, long time, and can be eaten during the New Year in winter."

Thinking about it, he added: "They can even be eaten during the Laba pig-killing."

Good fellow!

One sentence, and the spirits of everyone who had just entered the livestream room were stimulated.

【Is there a Laba pig-killing banquet this year?】

【Pass it on, Qiao Qiao is going to invite me to the Laba pig-killing banquet.】

【Don't dare to think about how competitive that quota will be!】

【Haha, this year I want to be the number one big brother! The number one brother must have the qualification.】

【That's too ethereal, better ask Qiao Qiao if these sesame leaves are for sale?】

【Put up the link, put up the link.】

【Is this thing really delicious? Why do I feel like you eat all kinds of leaves? Chili leaves are eaten, and sesame leaves are also eaten.】

【Delicious, use this to make braised noodles, soup noodles, braised noodles, paste noodles, no matter how you make it, it's delicious.】

【Wuwuwu, the wanderer far away from home feels slightly broken seeing hometown food.】

The livestream had just started, and the number of fans in the livestream room hadn't gone up yet, but Yun Duo saw that there were constant rewards, rewards, rewards in the background...

And one thousand one hundred followed one after another as if they were not money.

Her scalp was tight, and at this moment she shouted:

"Qiao Qiao, many people are rewarding you, and the amount is very high!"

The fan list on the side refreshed and changed a ranking, refreshed and changed a ranking, all dazzling.

She hadn't seen the grand occasion of last year's Laba pig-killing banquet livestream, and at this moment she couldn't understand why everyone was so passionate.

And Qiao Qiao was stunned for a moment, and quickly followed up by waving his hands in a panic:

"Don't reward, don't reward, I have money now, I have a lot, a lot of money. The pig-killing banquet will still be drawn, everyone just wait for the draw."

To this, everyone dismissed it.

【If you have money, I don't have money? I just want to reward.】

【Draw? If I could draw that thing, would I have been drooling for three thousand miles during last year's Laba?】

【More than 1 million people snatching those few opportunities, I only dare to think about it in my dreams.】

【It's easier to buy with money instead. But the problem is I don't have money.】

【Why did the original number one brother drop to tenth?】

【What are you afraid of, the original number one brother is working in the village. Teacher Qiao Qiao, is the village still recruiting workers this year?】

【Recruiting workers, look at me! Laid off from a big factory, standard cow-horse! Don't know what to do now!】

Everyone was talking, and while lively, they still rewarded non-stop.

Yun Duo looked and looked, and finally got used to it silently.

She thought, other million-level streamers must have their own number one brothers when they livestream, what's wrong with Qiao Qiao having a few more?

Very normal.

The internet celebrity circle is like this.

But refresh again—mom, the internet obviously has its own currency system! How can these people throw money like sprinkling water!

Qiao Qiao had already thrown the reward matter behind his head.

The green sesame leaves in front of him were waiting for his wanton picking, and there wasn't a single leaf in the large white cloth bag tied around his waist.

He wore gloves, picked quickly with both hands, and didn't forget to shout to others:

"Remember not to pick the lower ones, they are all old, not delicious, pick a bit higher!"

"Don't pick too many on one sesame stalk."

Obviously very worried about this.

"Got it, got it!"

Everyone responded loudly. They had been taught before, so there would definitely be no mistakes.

As for what is old and what is tender... once you are in the field, you know it at a glance.

And this kind of mechanical and repetitive action, because it is not as hard as cutting rice and digging land, instead has a kind of leisure feeling of emptying the brain.

Villagers might not be sensitive to this, but those who have been cow-horses really like this kind of repetitive mechanical outdoor action.

The heavy negative emotions seemed to be swept away.

Looking at the cute little tubular flowers on the sesame stalks again, and looking forward to the sesame leaf noodles promised by Master Jiang in the evening, everyone was even more passionate!

"Hey, I just said I wanted to lose weight, and in the evening it's all carbohydrates..."

"Me too, with so much exercise, I've gained four jin."

"Don't worry, I measured my waist circumference. Because I've been working all the time, the meat on my body has become tight. This weight gain actually looks thinner to the naked eye."

"It's just a bit dark... hey! What kind of sunscreen do our boss and Qiao Qiao use, how can they be so fair!"

"Yeah! I thought my sunscreen was in place this year and I didn't get dark, but when I stood next to him, those two arms were like they were covered in soy sauce."

The girls whispered, while the men hesitated: Should I eat two bowls or 3 bowls in the evening? Eating too much is not appropriate, right?

But letting them not eat, that is absolutely impossible, so they had to silently swear: I must maintain health tomorrow!

I don't know if the intention was too strong to affect Qiao Qiao or what, he suddenly said to everyone again:

"Sister, you can let Master Jiang make a little more."

"That way, if the paste noodles in the evening can't be finished, the next meal will be even more delicious when heated."

Everyone:!!! Using such fresh sesame leaves, they already dare not imagine how delicious it is. How can it be even more delicious?

The sentence 【Leftovers are unhealthy】 only swayed in their minds for a circle, and soon turned into a longing for midnight snacks.

It's just... how much should Master Jiang make?

If only they eat less in the evening, and there is nothing left, wouldn't they suffer a big loss?

Sigh!

Everyone fell into a dilemma.

They were struggling here, and there were more and more people in the livestream room, but the bullet comments didn't have the clamor of before. Instead, many people watched and watched, and sighed again—

【So good, I'm sleepy again, sleep for a while first.】

【Are you sure you're not selling it? If not, I'll cast the screen to do housework.】

【I'm looking for whether there is any for sale in our local vegetable market now.】

【This sesame grows really well, will ripe sesame be sold later? Is small-grind oil sold?】

【Qiao Qiao is really skilled at farm work.】

【I don't know what's wrong, watching this kind of livestream feels so quiet, the heart is not so impetuous.】

【Qiao Qiao is the only livestream I can insist on finishing. Now I have no patience for many slow livestreams.】

【Sigh! The internet ruined me!】

The livestream room was lively, and the sesame field was also lively.

Although the cloth bag around the waist was large, the leaves really took up space. Picking quickly with both hands, it was soon full.

After pressing it down a few more times, it was full, and it was inconvenient to walk around with it, so everyone compared progress and soon untied the bag and threw it on the tricycle on the side.

And this large amount of picking this time, the Song Tan family couldn't handle it.

Seventh Uncle therefore set up a large pot in the canteen with Master Jiang—the one used for employee meals was even larger than the one used for boiling pig food in the countryside before.

This is used for blanching, and the efficiency is too high.

At the entrance of the factory building, Aunt Lianhua and the aunts in the village took a basin of clear water, waiting to wash these sesame leaves well.

Everyone was chatting:

"I'll plant some sesame next year. I haven't farmed for many years, and I can't remember to plant these for a while."

"I have to plant more rapeseed, that vegetable moss is really good to eat. It's also good to press some rapeseed oil."

"Our family doesn't like rapeseed oil, the taste is too heavy, if we plant it, we plant peanuts..."

"Under the hillside, whose amaranth is planted? I see it's old, growing thick, tall, and strong."

"Mine, I specifically left it, preparing to get some stinky amaranth stalks..."

"Oh my! When the time comes, I'll go help you, give me a bowl to taste."

"This is not worth saying, you just go there when the time comes. This amaranth is not too late to plant at any time, I see it grows quite well, more energetic than the grass in the field, I am preparing to sprinkle some seeds again."

"This thing is heat-resistant and sun-resistant, do you have many seeds? I'll sprinkle a handful later."

"My family doesn't like stinky amaranth stalks, but you can pickle some tender stalks—my family also has amaranth, just not grown to be so strong, don't eat it for a while, keep it."

People were talking, and Seventh Uncle came out for a stroll twice. Hearing this, he couldn't help but be a little greedy.

The Old Song family also planted a lot of amaranth this year, but they were all picked and harvested for Boss Chang, and now there are still some in the field.

Should I wait for them to get old and harvest them back, and make more stinky amaranth stalks?

But this thought just flashed, and the tricycle transported the sesame leaves back.

Everyone swarmed up, this thing has no weight, one person dragged two bags and returned to the courtyard.

Untie the cloth bag, pour it into the water—wash it!

Washing this thing takes effort.

Because these leaves will be sticky when washed, and they have to be squeezed, and washed a few more times.

Once thoroughly washed, blanched, and dried, such a large cloth bag wouldn't make much.

Everyone was rubbing the sticky leaves, chatting and laughing, and midsummer was already approaching.

?? My writing concentration today is really not good, so I decided to eat something late at night, but after opening the takeaway and looking around, I gave up silently. ===== CHAPTER 1632 =====