Chapter 569: Broken heart

Under the table was Song Youde.

Only to see him wave his hand: "The ungrateful wolf can't kill you!"

Then came the same loud snoring, vaguely intersecting with Tang Xiaodong's in the next room, one after another, quite rhythmic.

Song Tan regretted it greatly!

If she had known that they would leave her to clean up the mess after getting drunk, she shouldn't have opened the wine!

Look at the wine bottles on the table—okay, three bottles were taken in total, and now there's only one and a half left, with this alcohol tolerance?!

She picked up the bottle and shook it, and now she was so angry she almost laughed.

The next day was another sunny day.

Seventh Uncle woke up and couldn't help but squint his eyes at the dazzling daylight outside the window.

Because of the dry and stuffy heat, swarms of mosquitoes gathered in the cornfield, and seeing so many delicacies entering the field, they couldn't wait to eat a lifetime's worth of food!

【It is indeed quite profitable, but there are many conditions. For example, the anchor's mountain area has inconvenient transportation, so there's no way to sell it like this. The acquisition cost is too high.】

【Ah ah ah, so greedy, why are you eating in front of me!】

However, it's quite good.

【The ones in front, pay attention, don't talk nonsense just because there's no management in our live broadcast room. If you get a yellow card later, everyone here is responsible.】

Not right!

Isn't that it?

Fang Yun looked at him with a smile: "I like the older ones, roasted for lunch."

The corn kernels that hadn't fully matured were milky yellow, the color very light and tender. Being gnawed like this, juice splashed everywhere.

"That's simple!" Aunt Lianhua laughed: "Isn't there pumpkin steamed buns made yesterday in the freezer? I boiled a pot of porridge and steamed a pot of buns, that's enough to eat."

Aunt Lianhua laughed: "Uncle Song drank too much yesterday and was carried back by Tantan, and hasn't shown his face yet. I heard that the mat weaving is being led by your aunt."

At this moment, he could only mutter guiltily: "That wine is really strong."

【So tender corn! No, no, I'm going to squat at the vegetable market early tomorrow morning】

【Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand, this price is more profitable than selling corn cobs.】

He looked left and right: "How come there are only a few of you?"

The corn tasted crisp and sweet, with a unique aroma. The cottony juice was chewed into the mouth, Fang Yun licked the residue on his lips, and then looked up:

"Song Tan, hurry, this is so tender, it must be very fragrant and sweet."

Just entering the courtyard, he saw Seventh Grandma and Aunt Lianhua's family peeling corn, and couldn't help but feel a bit guilty: "I got up late."

Everyone was fully armed.

【There was some cornfield literature before, pressing people in the cornfield like this and that... Now it seems, it's all nonsense】

【Used to hard work, calluses all over? Do you want to say that? Then imagine, if it were that image, would it be worth imagining?】

He wanted to say, he really didn't have that alcohol tolerance.

Song Tan was wearing gloves, and at this moment, she leaned over and took a big bite—

Seventh Uncle felt very ashamed!

【Painful, what's the use!】

Weren't you drinking? How come you're back home? And, and it was dark when you were drinking!

Everyone was drooling from greed, to chatting nonsense—in short, they couldn't leave, they could only watch silently like this, already having their edges smoothed by the live broadcast room.

However, it was obviously not the time to think about those things.

【The anchor's eyes are narrowed... equal hatred for every delicious thing I can't buy.】

【Not necessarily, if it's someone used to hard work...】

【The anchor's corn is growing so well. It's been raining for a month where I live. The crops can't hold on】

The plump and round corn cobs had two jagged gaps, and some crushed corn kernels hung on the cobs, looking just like the fans' broken hearts. Tang Xiaodong and Professor Song also stood crookedly

and came out, and then faced the full courtyard of daylight, revealing the same expression as Seventh Uncle this morning.

The live broadcast lens was right in front.

In short, it was very difficult.

All the viewers in the live broadcast room were hit by the unexpected appearance of delicacies, hit so hard they were in a sorry state!

Fortunately, Qiao Qiao was well prepared, and each person's basket had a handful of mugwort.

Seventh Uncle had a bad premonition: the wine was so strong, and he slept for so long after just two mouthfuls, this was too delaying! Would he still be able to drink whenever he wanted in the future?

And just then, Qiao Qiao walked over, picked up the corn cob in his hand, peeled off the skin in two or three strokes, and then violently grabbed the soft, tender whiskers at the front of the corn, tearing them clean in two or three strokes.

"Then what did you eat for breakfast?"

Unlike the usual laughing and asking for links, today the live broadcast was watched all morning, corn cobs were snapped one basket after another, and the anchor didn't interact with them at all.

Then he realized: Hey, why is it so bright?

"This, this..."

But Song Youde poured wine twice yesterday, two small half-cups, adding up to less than a full cup, how could he sleep until now?

There were also sighs in the barrage:

And when he walked out of the house slowly, he saw the courtyard was quiet, the air was steaming with heat, making him instantly break into a sweat.

"It's you, you liked tender corn when you were little—come, eat more."

Seventh Grandma glanced at him: "Oh my, amazing!" She adjusted her tone: "Invincible in a thousand cups, bragging like nothing else, and one cup of wine put you down."

If someone who couldn't do farm work came in wearing short sleeves, they would be cut to pieces in no time.

【Painful, so painful!】

Song Tan also obediently lowered her head and took another big bite.

【The ones in front, that's probably silage corn. High yield, poor taste. It's very popular for processing feed.】

"I'm not eating."

And in the field below the mountain, Song Tan started the live broadcast again.

"Sister, aren't you eating? It's so delicious."

Thinking about his own spirit today, it was quite good, no headache, no discomfort, it seems the wine was indeed brewed well...

He smacked his lips secretly, thinking about the aroma and long-lasting taste of the wine yesterday, and for some reason, he felt greedy again.

【The ones in front, who said this is silage corn, is silage corn so delicious?】

【100 per mu? Isn't that too cheap?】

"As for Tantan and the others, they took people to snap corn early in the morning. Look at this corn, it's already old."

Just chatting, two more people walked out of the side room.

Today he was going to teach the children—how to snap corn.

He hurriedly went to the kitchen to fetch a basin of cold water to wash up, and then hurried to Song Tan's house.

【The silage price this year is okay, seems to be 1200 per mu】

The corn leaves were dense and long, much sharper than sorghum; as soon as one walked in, the barbs on the leaves scratched clothes and hats.

Masks, hats, long-sleeved shirts were all worn, and then they drilled into the cornfield.

【Right! Also, areas without large-scale livestock farming are not suitable, because transportation costs are too high.】

Then he touched his phone—good guy, 8:30 in the morning! At this time, people working were almost home.

【Depending on the weather for food is really difficult...】

He was confused for a moment, then remembered—oh, this is his own home!

【This corn has so many, two or three cobs. How come it's different from mine? Mine can only grow one.】 ===== CHAPTER 570 =====