Chapter 379

This was obviously a long night.

Qiaoqiao was busy cutting rice and livestreaming during the day, and was busy... he slept especially sweetly at night.

At this moment, faint moonlight fell in front of the window, he slept on the straw mat that was as green as jade, only feeling that his whole body was cool but not cold.

In this summer night, there was no need to turn on the air conditioner, and he was comfortable with a small quilt on his body.

A leisurely cool breeze blew from outside the window, occasionally a bird call of unknown name came from the silent valley, and the high wall blocked all the troubles of the back mountain...

He lay there, his belly rising and falling slightly, just like that Datian in the paper box at the end of the bed, which slept more and more round, fat, and soft, sweet to the point of excess.

And just at this time, a shadow suddenly appeared in the moonlight on the windowsill!

The next moment, there was a slight sound of scratching the screen window, Datian rolled over with difficulty in the box, and then carefully grabbed the cardboard box and looked out—

However, he saw nothing.

It turned around in the cardboard box twice, and finally filled its cheeks with two more handfuls of rice grains, and then slept back with peace of mind.

And at this moment, the window screen had already been scratched with a hole, and gray and bald figures drilled in, and soon disappeared on the windowsill without a sound.

Not long after, another identical figure appeared.

Back and forth, there were almost a dozen!

They walked mysteriously along the wall in the room, and then locked their target on that plain cardboard box without exception.

Datian woke up suddenly in a dream!

It opened its eyes and saw a circle of gray-haired squirrels clinging to the box!

"Squeak—!

!"

It made a miserable sound, thinking it was earth-shattering, but it was just a field mouse!

At this moment, Qiaoqiao didn't even mess up his breathing.

Only to see a dozen gray-haired squirrels staring at the thick layer of rice grains spread in the box, their eyes full of happiness and surprise, and they started stuffing them into their cheeks crazily without saying a word.

Datian ran around in a hurry, squeaking endlessly, but Qiaoqiao didn't have any intention of waking up at all.

So much so that this fat field mouse finally shrunk into the corner of the box aggrievedly, only having time to cover its round cheeks with tears...

Early the next morning, the little rooster on the back mountain that hadn't become majestic yet brightly raised its voice exceptionally dutifully.

Qiaoqiao had a good dream all night, and at this moment he rolled happily on the bed. Hearing movement downstairs, he followed up.

Habitually, he took a look at the box—

"Eh?" Qiaoqiao squatted down, curiously pulling the box left and right: "Datian, a whole bowl of rice, you ate it all in one night?! Or did you really dig a hole and hide it?"

He looked left and right in the room nervously, however—this is eating too cleanly!

He picked up Datian's fat body, pinched it with his hand, and then shook it directly with its head down—

"Pop pop pop—"

Three white rice grains were poured out, that was the little food Datian had desperately protected last night under the covetous eyes of a dozen squirrels.

However, Qiaoqiao didn't know.

He just poked Datian's cheeks with his fingers again, and laughed: "Datian, you are so stupid! And no one is grabbing with you, don't break your stomach by eating so much."

But Qiaoqiao soon found a reason for Datian again: "Are you still growing? Then you eat too much, look at how fat you are..."

He said, looking at Datian's hair still shiny, body soft, except that its mood was not very high (Qiaoqiao guessed this was because it was full), everything else was fine.

He had to sigh deeply like an adult: "You child, why are you so gluttonous? Eating too much is not good for digestion. Don't feed you today."

Saying that, he drilled into the bathroom.

Datian, a mouse, shrunk in the box, because its cheeks were really too bulging, at this moment it could only make an extremely weak—

"Squeak!"

A faint syllable, containing full grievances.

Datian's heartache was unknown to anyone.

But the next day, the old Song family was busy again.

Qiaoqiao was still busy with his own work, while Song Sancheng and Song Youde were responsible for pouring the rice harvested yesterday into the courtyard to dry—

In Song Tan's memory, this is a very easy job, just need to play with her own things, stare at the rice, and then turn the rice over with an iron shovel or walking barefoot every once in a while.

However, today it won't work.

Only to see the golden rice in the whole courtyard, attracting birds densely on the walls, eaves, corridors, and treetops.

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It's simply taking one's life to practice "eat a mouthful of rice, and be content even if you become a ghost".

"This thing is too treacherous!"

Grandpa Qi was annoyed: "These birds, as long as you cover a winnowing basket on it, you can cover a dozen in one basket! They want to eat and don't want their lives!"

It's as if they are not afraid of people at all, driving away this group and there is that group, several people holding long bamboo poles couldn't keep up.

"Just cover it with a net."

Song Tan hesitated: "Rice needs to be turned over from time to time, it's not convenient if it's covered."

Once this was said, watching another group of birds rush over—

They spent a lot of effort to drive away insects and birds in the rice fields and vegetable fields before, but now it's good, mature rice, is it worth it to eat a mouthful and fight for it?

There are so many people at home, her current spiritual energy to do such a big expulsion action is still a bit strange, it must be late at night.

But late at night, whose family dries rice?

Song Tan had to sigh depressedly: "Okay, I'll find a fishing net to surround the top and all sides, and raise the bamboo poles at the bottom, so it's convenient for people to turn the rice and walk underneath."

It doesn't affect the sun drying the grain.

It's a bit troublesome, but it's better than holding bamboo poles and guarding above the rice like the two generals, right?

These days the weather is exceptionally giving face, the sun has been hot for many consecutive days, which is especially convenient for them to turn and dry.

And Li old man carried a basket, happily went to the rice field to pick rice ears.

Don't say, doing it leisurely like this is much more comfortable than the desperate posture of rushing to harvest at the beginning! This mentality is different.

The little old man even had the mood to hum a song.

Generally speaking, after the rice is dried, in order to facilitate storage, it will not be completely shelled.

But Grandpa Qi snorted: "What beautiful things are you thinking about? With the appetite of you guys, it's not bad if the rice can last until the end of the year!"

Song Tan:... This is the truth.

And...

"Shell them all, and then give me 20 jin to send to someone."

As for who to send to, everyone knows in their hearts, just the one who sent a bunch of flowers from thousands of miles away last time—

Zhang Yanping felt distressed: just the taste of this rice, he dreamed that he was sleeping in the rice jar yesterday!

Not to mention 20 jin, he couldn't bear to part with two jin!

It's a pity, this is not his family's rice, and he can only sigh at this moment:

"Then next year, you must plant a few more mu no matter what!"