Chapter 423: Precarious Self-Esteem

Zhang Yanping turned his head numbly:

"Sorghum stalks... are divided into sweet and non-sweet?"

"Of course." Qiao Qiao looked at him strangely: "The sweet one is another variety that won't mature for another month; every year Grandpa plants a few specifically for me to eat."

"Brother Yanping, are you greedy? It's okay, you cut it; we planted quite a lot this year."

Zhang Yanping didn't know what expression to use for a while.

After a while, he heard Xin Jun in the side unable to help, making a "pfft, pfft" laughter, and he glared at him angrily:

"Good you, insidious and cunning Teacher Xin! Is this the example a teacher should set?"

Teacher Xin blinked innocently: "What did I do?"

Zhang Yanping was stuck.

Turning his head, he saw Xin Jun reaching out to him: "Give me the knife, I'll cut sweet stalks for you to eat."

Zhang Yanping handed the knife back in a daze, always feeling that something was wrong again.

Here, two useless adults fumbled to cut those tall and strong sweet stalks, while Qiao Qiao had already cut a whole row of sorghum, not forgetting the little friends in the livestream:

"This is much easier to cut than corn."

"Little friends, if you have corn planted at home, you can compare it."

"However, I still like corn more, because this year's corn was planted by Teacher Qiao Qiao himself! I'll break corn for everyone to see when the time comes!"

【What? Planted by Teacher Qiao Qiao himself? I don't believe it, unless you send one over to see】

【The one in front, do you want face? Unlike me, I just want to see a few corns with my own eyes.】

【Good guy, are you all so greedy? I'm willing to pay—is this corn, no, sorghum listed?】

【Is it glutinous corn or fruit corn or milk corn? If it's silage corn, I won't eat it】

【Looking at you, you don't know how to eat; ordinary feed corn, roasted over charcoal, is particularly fragrant and chewy!】

And at this time, Qiao Qiao had brought the newly cut sorghum stalk close to the lens to show the students:

"Look, this kind of sorghum stalk is not sweet, the fluff inside has dried up, it is not recommended for everyone to eat, it's like chewing wood."

【What does chewing wood feel like? I haven't chewed it】

【I just said why some sorghum stalks I ate when I was a child were sweet and some were not; it turns out they are divided into varieties!】

【Indeed, the old one is like a ball of dry cotton inside, it's not to mention how hurtful it is to eat.】

【Why is it hurtful? Is your expectation for it too high?】

【Because that was one I stole in the village at night when no one was around】

【...】

And Qiao Qiao thought while acting: Are there any points that haven't been explained?

Teacher Xin said that when teaching others knowledge, you must first summarize the key points, and then explain them in detail, but the essentials of cutting sorghum have been explained, and there are no key points, right?

Let everyone do homework after class and practice it themselves.

Sigh.

A deep regret welled up on his fair face—why don't the students have land at home?

It's very inconvenient to assign homework now.

He really couldn't think of any omissions, simply felt relieved, and then threw the livestream aside again, burying his head and working hard.

Two fen of sorghum, although there were two dragging adults, but with his current physique, it was finished in an hour or two.

At this moment, he waved his hand domineeringly like a triumphant general: "Brother Yanping, I'm done cutting. Sister said we must cooperate. You slacked off and didn't cut sorghum, so you are responsible for transporting it."

Zhang Yanping:???

He was still holding a section of sweet stalk and chewing *crunch, crunch*, and was stunned when he heard this.

Looking at the tricycle parked on the side of the road and the sorghum lying flat on the ground—

"Qiao Qiao, how can you do farm work so fast? Aren't you tired? Aren't you hot?"

"Because Qiao Qiao has been working!"

Qiao Qiao put his hands on his hips depressedly: "Qiao Qiao is very obedient and won't slack off like an adult."

"Besides, although it's a bit hot and a bit tired, Seventh Uncle said he would teach me how to brew wine. In order to learn new knowledge, Qiao Qiao must defeat this sorghum—the power of light!"

He threw the sickle into the basket, and then crossed his hands in a cross, posing a classic pose.

Slacking adult Zhang Yanping:...

At this moment, Xin Jun took a few sweet stalks, and Qiao Qiao took the sickle and basket, leaving gracefully!

And Zhang Yanping could only drag the sorghum stalks from the field to the tricycle on the road...

Wait!

Each sorghum stalk was over two meters long; how could it fit in the back of the tricycle! He looked at the knife Qiao Qiao specially left behind, and tears of a man couldn't help but slide down his dark face...

Fortunately, Song Tan knew this cousin who wouldn't even lift an oil bottle if it fell, and Zhang Yanping had just cut all the sorghum stalks in half when Song Sancheng also followed.

He looked at the pile of messy sorghum stalks in the field and was stunned: "Yanping, why do you want to cut them in half?"

Zhang Yanping sighed: "Uncle, this stalk is too long, it won't fit in the back of the tricycle."

Song Sancheng:...

"Didn't Qiao Qiao teach you? Cut a knife about thirty or forty centimeters below the sorghum ear, and the remaining stalk will be at most one meter five or six, which can barely fit."

"It's just right that the cut sorghum ears are convenient for threshing when you go back."

Zhang Yanping:...

He was tearful: He said early on that he wasn't the material for farm work!

Because of his tossing, by the time all the sorghum stalks were transported home, the sun had already stung the skin hotly.

Song Sancheng laughed and scolded him for being a silly boy while sitting in the shade of the corridor, adjusting the angle of the fan towards himself, and then swung the machete again, cutting the sorghum stalks cut in half one by one.

Zhang Yanping felt guilty, and simply didn't leave, squatting in the corridor watching Song Sancheng's movements: "Must it be this long? Can't this half be used directly?"

Just as he was talking, Qiao Qiao and Seventh Uncle had already laid a plastic film on the ground, and then the two moved a small stool, reached out and touched two or three cut sorghum and held them tight—it was the length of the heavy sorghum ear with thirty or forty centimeters of stem.

Lift up—

"Slap!"

The heavy sorghum fell directly to the ground, dropping many sorghum grains.

Then the two raised their hands again, and once again slammed the sorghum ears down hard.

"Slap!"

"Slap!"

"Slap!"

Falling on the ground were not only red sorghum ears, but also Zhang Yanping's precarious self-esteem.

And Qiao Qiao asked curiously: "Seventh Uncle, how much wine can this brew?"

Seventh Uncle estimated: "This sorghum grows well, look at how plump and round it is, and it's heavy—I feel like these two fen of land can yield three or four hundred jin of sorghum."

"Use this to brew wine, about three jin produces one jin—you calculate, how many jin of wine?" ===== CHAPTER 424 =====