Chapter 358: Bragging in the rice field

【Have you forgotten how delicious the host's things are?】

【Have you forgotten how expensive the host's things are?】

【Have you forgotten that the host has rice fields, and you can only work in other people's rice fields?】

A series of three barrages were sent, and the livestream room instantly quieted down.

Qiao Qiao took a sip from his water bottle, and then remembered:

"By the way, children, don't leave this afternoon. Sister said let me give you a make-up lesson, teach you how to thresh the rice, and take you to see my new house."

He leaned close to the camera: "Qiao Qiao's place is very big!"

Good heavens, a new house?!

Everyone became interested—

【What kind of new house?】

【Qiao Family Courtyard】

【It must be a country villa】

【Host, do you still lack a brother? One who can eat and live in your big house】

【Sob sob sob, am I the only one poked by the host's close-up appearance?】

【My innocent milk dog brother】

【Sob sob sob, his skin is so white! The sweat on his face is so crystal clear! The sunburn marks on his cheeks are so cute!】

【The one above, put your pants on... Teacher Qiao Qiao is still a child】

Chatting and pulling, the topic instantly pulled away.

And Qiao Qiao calculated today's teaching task and found that harvesting rice seemed to have been taught, and students only need to pay attention not to hurt themselves when doing homework.

So he simply threw away the fans and buried his head in the rice field again.

And here, Song Tan also led a large group of people to the other side of the rice field.

Everyone wore sun protection clothing, long pants, sports shoes, and wore duck-tongue hats, straw hats, and sun protection hats, which can be said to be armed to the nails.

Female classmates even covered their faces, only revealing a pair of eyes, and the long sun protection clothing was pulled to the ankles.

For this preparation, Song Tan could only sigh in admiration.

It's just that everyone looked at this small piece of rice field separated alone in the field, and was a bit dissatisfied at this moment:

"We have so many people harvesting this small piece, we can't even stretch out!"

Song Tan laughed.

This piece of rice field is about 130 or 140 square meters. If you really look at it, it is actually quite a lot, but compared with the rest of the rice fields, it is a bit shabby.

The class monitor laughed: "Song Tan, you look down on me too much!"

He patted his stomach, which was bulging from breakfast, and there was something banging inside, like a ripe watermelon: "Although we don't do much farm work, we still have two brushes in the gym!"

"That's right! Come on, classmates, show you my muscles!"

"With such a small piece of field, I'm afraid it will be harvested in no time."

"Yes." The female classmates were not to be outdone: "Song Tan, I think the two people you hired over there can be much more relaxed today. It's also our fault for forgetting, otherwise we should have told you not to hire so many people... just this little bit, we will do it for you in a morning."

This is not false. 29 people, even if you remove the children, there must be twenty-four or five.

If they were all strong laborers, Song Tan's two mu of land would really not be worth mentioning.

But at this moment...

Song Tan just smiled: "It's okay, don't worry, whoever harvests fast will harvest more!"

"Do you all know how to harvest rice? Try it in the field first, pay attention to the sickles, and don't get hurt."

While speaking, she taught the set of tricks that taught Qiao Qiao to the classmates bit by bit.

Fortunately, everyone is an adult. Even if they are dissatisfied with the area of this rice field, their learning attitude is still upright. At this moment, looking at the sickles in their hands, their expressions are exceptionally cautious.

After practicing two moves with each other, everyone became more energetic:

"Okay! Now let's officially start!"

"Come! Old classmates, compare!"

"Wait for me to take a video!"

Song Tan stood by and watched, but couldn't help sighing in her heart—how should I put it?

It's just that bending over for five pecks of rice is troublesome.

For example, she is standing here now, not to accept the results, but to prevent anyone from cutting themselves. After all, they are gods of wealth, and seeing blood on the first visit is not very wonderful.

The spiritual energy in her hand is ready at any time, and a pair of eyes are staring at the whole rice field.

And the classmates lived up to expectations, grabbing the rice with high spirits, and then adjusting the angle and pulling—

Okay, a bundle of rice fell to the ground.

Followed by the second, third...

Wait!

Some classmates couldn't help but shout: "My old waist!"

Why do you have to bend your waist to harvest rice?

It's not that they are bending their waists completely, they harvest slowly, harvest one, and have to stand up and stretch.

Those who really bury their heads in harvesting rice can't lift their waists for a long time!

But this is enough for this group of old classmates who are sub-healthy at a young age to start feeling something wrong.

Looking at Song Tan again, she is still smiling: "It's okay, just this little place, we are not in a hurry."

That's true.

Everyone felt a bit embarrassed—with so many people, it wouldn't take much effort for one person to harvest a line, not to mention that they had just entered the state!

Everyone is energetic!

So next, the talking didn't stop, but the panting sound of harvesting rice became louder and louder.

The sun above the head became fierce unconsciously, the temperature in the rice field began to be scorching, and under the skin wrapped in sun protection clothing, sweat poured out layer by layer, sticky, damp.

The leaves and ears of the rice scraped against the face and body from time to time. Even if there was clothing separated, the feeling was still not very wonderful.

Plus, as soon as the sun rose, the slight dampness in the rice field began to steam, and the whole person seemed to be in a sauna...

It just so happened that the action of harvesting rice required them to bend their waists and find the right angle...

Not long after, someone sat on the ridge of the field holding their waist and couldn't get up: "It's not working, my waist has strain, I really can't do it."

"It's okay." Song Tan was not in a hurry at all: "We are here to play, if you can't do it, just rest, don't worry."

The male classmates still wanted to persist for a while, but the big brother who practiced muscles hard in the gym, at this moment, breathed a sigh of relief secretly, and also felt that his waist was not right.

Let's just say, why is this action of harvesting rice so distorted? The pressure on the lumbar spine and spine is too great!

Looking at the class monitor in front—ho! He is energetic! At this moment, he is holding a sickle and advancing steadily and solidly!

Everyone can't be too bad, right?

Had to bury their heads and move forward.

Little did they know, the class monitor, whose movements were the steadiest, was also calling for bitterness in his heart—harvesting rice looks simple, isn't it just standing in the field, bending down, grabbing the rice, and then cutting hard—

But this action, if repeated a few times, didn't feel anything. Ten or twenty times, the body felt it.

Then 30 times—good heavens, these people who don't work and don't distinguish between the five grains, although they hadn't suffered when they were working, it was completely different from this kind of labor!

Looking at this two fen of land again, it feels like a vast ocean, and you can't see the edge at all.

This old classmate of Song Tan really overestimated them!

Leave two fen of land? Just leave one fen to play. ===== CHAPTER 359 =====