Chapter 422: Sorghum and Sweet Stalks

Guo Dong was so unwilling.

"I know, you haven't felt my medical skills, so you don't want to trust me easily, right?"

Song Tan:...

No.

She thought expressionlessly: It's purely unnecessary.

Just planting that little sorghum, how much wine can it produce?

Just this, her grandpa had even divided it into sauce-flavored, strong-flavored... where would there be time to toss about medicinal wine?

What's more, the role of medicinal wine is nothing more than health preservation, and they can achieve this effect by staying at home for a long time.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Guo Dong sighed.

However, she didn't give up, and still left the bottle of medicine:

"Don't refuse yet! You don't have a partner yet, men, can you understand them better than me?"

She winked: "Wait until they come back and ask... trying it won't hurt, right? This is proper body conditioning, not the kind of medicine in novels that makes you lustful as soon as you eat it..."

Song Tan:...

No way, she had no choice but to reach out and take the jar of wax pills.

But Guo Dong asked again: "I heard your grandpa is weaving straw mats; how much does it sell for? I'll buy one first."

Her air conditioner was transported back, but because of the rain, the installation was delayed, and today the person was fully booked again, so it had to be postponed to the day after tomorrow... In this hot weather, she didn't even buy a fan, and it was really a bit irritable at night.

Fortunately, the houses in the countryside are built high and large, ventilated and cool, and now it's early July, so it's not as hard to endure as in the city; two days, it can be persisted.

But the straw mat is not a waste, there are still several months in summer.

Song Tan had no opinion on this, and led her to see the straw mat she had just brought: "Tentatively 999 per mat, if you want it, it can be free shipping."

Guo Dong:...

Now it was her turn to quickly withdraw her hand: "Thank you. I'm not worthy." She'd rather borrow a fan.

And in the field at the foot of the back mountain, Qiao Qiao had once again started a livestream.

"Little friends, today Teacher Qiao Qiao will teach everyone how to cut sorghum."

"Two fen of sorghum were planted here; Grandpa said it's ripe and can be cut down to brew wine."

"It rained here a few days ago, and we shouldn't have cut sorghum today, but the sunlight here is particularly good, and the wind is strong, so there's no water now."

He said, reaching out and shaking the sorghum stalks; sure enough, there were no water droplets.

【Good guy! The skills on the resume are getting more and more】

【The one in front, you learned the theory, where are you practicing the practice?】

【Sorghum rice water rice! My favorite for diabetics!】

【Sorghum flour stirred dough!!!】

Zhang Yanping just opened his phone to observe the barrage in the livestream, and saw everyone's comments going towards food, which made him unable to help but look up:

"Sorghum rice water rice, is it delicious?"

Xin Jun thought for a while: "It's okay—it's definitely not as delicious as rice, but you can try it."

He was eager to try: "I heard sorghum stalks are very sweet; I'll taste them later!"

"Really? Then I have to taste it too." Zhang Yanping was also excited—isn't this like chewing sugarcane? Eating such sweet things in July, how beautiful!

His eyes wandered over the row of sorghum in front of him, deciding to find the most handsome one later.

The two adults were slacking off in the back, but Qiao Qiao was very diligent.

At this moment, he saw him reach out and grab the heavy sorghum ear, then choose the sickle about thirty centimeters below the sorghum ear and pull it down—

The heavy, red, dense sorghum ear was already in his hand.

"Little friends, did you see? It's very simple. Reach out, and then cut it with a sickle."

Barrage:...

【The streamer overestimates me, I'm not that tall.】

【Isn't there that kind of dwarf sorghum now? Why not plant it?】

【This seems to be Northeast glutinous sorghum... good for brewing wine!】

Just as he was talking, he saw Qiao Qiao aiming at the next plant:

"However, today we want to take all the sorghum stalks back, so we won't cut from the top today, but from the root."

He said, holding the sorghum stalk with his left hand, and the sickle in his right hand used a lot of force—

*Swish! *

The whole sorghum plant fell directly.

And Zhang Yanping and Xin Jun heard the movement and looked over—

Heaven-sent sorghum stalks!

The two excitedly held knives and skillfully cut off the sorghum ears with a section of stem in the back.

Xin Jun didn't rush, wearing gloves, and broke off the leaves, throwing them into a basket on the side.

Sorghum leaves can feed fish, be crushed to feed chickens and ducks, and can also feed pigs.

And sorghum stalks can be eaten as sugarcane by themselves—of course, it's definitely not that sweet, and they can also be used to feed pigs.

Tsk, thinking about it, it seems strange...

The two chose the middle part, and after a few cuts, each had two sections of sorghum stalks.

It's just...

Xin Jun looked at the sorghum stalk in his hand and felt something was wrong. And Zhang Yanping had already tilted his head and started chewing—

Chewing sorghum stalks is like chewing sugarcane, first chew off the skin, and then chew—

Hey, why isn't it sweet?

He turned to look at Xin Jun.

Xin Jun thought for a while: "I also ate it when I was a child; maybe the memory has a filter—like this, you first chew off all the skin, and then eat the core inside. After all, it's sorghum, it's definitely not as sweet as sugarcane, it's estimated to be slightly sweet."

Zhang Yanping thought: That makes sense.

He then chewed and pulled, chewing the sorghum stalk until only a thin milky white core remained inside. Then he bit it with a *snap*, and chewed it again...

Soon, like spitting out dregs, he spat them all out.

"Your childhood filter is too outrageous; there's no sweetness at all? Even the moisture isn't much."

Xin Jun stared at him for a while: "Okay then, since it's not sweet, I won't eat it."

Zhang Yanping:...

He looked at the remaining section of sorghum stalk in his hand, then looked at the one Xin Jun threw into the basket, and felt something was wrong.

But he couldn't think of it, turned his head and stared at the sorghum stalk and pondered: Could it be that he didn't chew to the middle part?

And at this time, Qiao Qiao had cut a lot of sorghum, and seeing Zhang Yanping squatting on the ground, he couldn't help but be puzzled:

"Brother Yanping, why do you want to eat this? This one that isn't sweet is for little pigs, don't eat it indiscriminately."

Then he pointed to a few sorghum plants in the corner that were thick and tall, reaching three or four meters:

"That is the sweet stalk."

Zhang Yanping:...?!!

The next moment, he saw Xin Jun walking over with a sickle: "Good! Qiao Qiao knows so much! I heard you also planted sorghum; today the teacher will taste your labor results!"

"Yeah!" Qiao Qiao was indeed refreshed: "Then teacher, eat slowly! Grandpa said these few plants are specially left sweet stalk seeds, sweeter than sugarcane."

Turning his head to look at the unique-tasting Zhang Yanping, Qiao Qiao sighed heavily:

"Brother Yanping! Don't eat it! This is really for feeding pigs... hurry up, let's cut sorghum together; Grandpa said deal with it early and dry it, and when the sorghum is harvested, he can take time to weave brooms with sorghum ears!"

The leave-taking chapter yesterday added some content; those who haven't seen it can go take a look.

Sorghum stalks, we call them sweet *Xu Xu* here (anyway, it's this sound, also called sweet stalk.)

Good night. ===== CHAPTER 423 =====