Chapter 808: Live digging sweet potatoes

After two hours of gossiping, the eldest Zhang Ge finally stuck tape on all the small express boxes he brought, turning flat paper into a square small box. Now piled in a corner of the yard, it is spectacular, a big pile.

Then the next step is to use the transparent plastic portioning boxes brought to pack the sorghum one by one, seal the box, stick the order, and take it away...

"Wait!"

He suddenly reacted: "Why hasn't this machine produced an order for a long time? Did you not print it?"

Zhang Yanping was blank for a moment: "No order?"

That shouldn't be... He pondered at the computer, and then stood up slowly: "Sorry, sorry, forgot to put it on the shelf."

In short, it hasn't started selling yet.

The eldest Zhang Ge:...

Zhang Yanping was not nervous: "It's only 4:00 now, it's still early, you wait for ten or eight minutes, don't worry."

And then shouted: "Qiao Qiao! Qiao Qiao!"

Song Tan lay on the recliner and swayed like a master, hearing the movement and crossed her legs: "Qiao Qiao is in the sweet potato field, go find him there."

It's a pity that Tan Tan said, there are many planted this year, keep them for yourself to eat—alas, let me tell you, this is also less, almost two mu of land, red-skinned and white-skinned added together, two mu of land is ten thousand jin!

And Song Youde pulled his jacket while going up the mountain—it's cold in the mountains, the sun hasn't set yet, and the temperature has dropped.

"Be careful, be careful, look, this sweet potato is broken again—oh, this sweet potato grows so standard! You dug a long mark!"

Injured sweet potatoes cannot be stored, Qiao Qiao is heartbroken. You know, they still have a god of wealth, Boss Chang, even if it's 40 yuan a jin, he is willing to buy it!

"Come, come, come, old irons in the live broadcast room, let's eat a sweet potato first—look at our environment, this newly built water channel! This water is gushing from the spring at the top of the mountain, clear and bright!"

"Don't know what to eat tonight?"

Probably because he didn't understand very well, Qiao Qiao roared again from far away:

He decisively turned around, walked two steps up the slope, and came to the edge of the water channel built in the summer:

Forget it, keep it if you want.

Just for the canteen!

Who is willing!

"Tang Hongfu, I will cut rice for you next year, don't hire a machine."

It's better to chat with everyone, working is not tiring, and you can mix a meal.

They are old, many people can't use electrical appliances well, only know how to burn firewood stoves, go home to cold pots and cold stoves, cooking a handful of noodles is not dead...

A group of people were busy, and Zhang Yanping shouted: "The door is locked and there is no one, the factory is not dirty, they eat seven jin of rice in one meal!"

And Wu Lan and Song Sancheng Qiao Qiao were in the sweet potato field. The two men waved their hoes lightly, Tang Hong held a basket, one basket after another, and muttered two sentences:

As for the spring, it was drilled out at the beginning, so there is no need to say it.

The factory was laughing and lively. Not far away, the workers building the dormitory also looked at this side expectantly:

That's it, the murder weapon is brought!

"Go, go, go!" Zhang Yanping didn't dare: "Everyone is old and dim-eyed, I'm afraid you will pull my wheat seedlings..."

The cellar must be full!

He took out a peeler from his pocket, but looked at the ducks swimming happily in the pond in the distance, and the two little white and goose sisters who were diving from time to time, and the duck feathers floating in the water grass...

He put the sweet potato in front of the lens for a close-up, and changed the live broadcast angle:

In short, Chef Jiang, who makes the food delicious, also has to bear a major responsibility.

Tang Hongfu looked down and found the basket on the other side of the car, then silently put the sweet potato in his hand back, squatted down and picked one that was broken at the top.

"Tell me! If you really think we are slow, let us go to your wheat field, I will pull barnyard grass for you."

Two tricycles were parked on the side of the road, and the bottom was thoughtfully paved with rice straw collected from the factory today. The mobile phone was set up there, and Song Youde looked over and found that the live broadcast had indeed started.

He moved the laptop closer to him: "You see it's sold out, click this to ship, just print the express order."

"Eat the one in the basket on the ground!"

The dark and strong man put his mobile phone in his pocket, searched around the yard twice, and walked over aggressively with a peeler. Looking at this posture, it didn't look like he was going to eat sweet potatoes, but to stab someone!

When he climbed the mountain, he could vaguely hear the old men and women talking on the mountain, and couldn't help but feel emotional:

Why is it so enthusiastic?

And after listening quietly on the hillside for a while, he walked along the other side to the sweet potato field at the bottom.

This machine cuts as fast as the manual price, just fast, as long as the weather is not bad, which one can be used!

As for not hiring a machine next year? Then talk about it next year! In early summer, there are strong laborers in the village to cut rice, and when it is autumn, they are all building fermentation tanks.

It's just that the anchor obviously forgot again. Now waving the hoe and going further and further, the bullet comments are numb.

"I'll eat one first!"

Sweet potatoes are selected, have to wash, right?

"Click to watch, eat raw sweet potatoes!"

"Auntie!" Song Youde shouted on the side of the road, the tone was very sweet, the person was very fierce. Qiao Qiao couldn't help but look away:

"It would be nice if I had such days after retirement."

Ah, sweet potato!

What kind of days?

The old ladies were unhappy: "Look at your man, not particular, right? I will sweep your small yard clean, aren't we going to dry rice tomorrow? So convenient."

It's not that they are eighty or ninety years old, seeing that the old Song family has no work to do, they are reluctant to leave, and stay in the factory to clean up. The hygiene is not perfunctory, but several people together, organizing one room at a time, which is called clean!

Such a lively scene, how can Tang Hongfu not be greedy? I am thinking that if the retirement canteen can have this level, what unit can't work until old?

Now it's good, everyone's mentality has changed inexplicably, no one invited, but they have to stay there.

The rice bucket that eats three big bowls at home is too much!

It's strange to say that when they didn't work in the old Song family before, even if people came to invite them to eat, they were not willing to go, for fear of being disliked.

Zhang Yanping drooled instantly, and hurriedly said to the eldest Zhang Ge: "You are tired of sticking boxes, right? Sit down and rest, I'll go call Qiao Qiao to shout in the live broadcast room. Don't worry, it will definitely be sold out in ten minutes!"

The eldest Zhang Ge had a sentence in his mouth, wanting to say it but didn't say it: But didn't you show off before that you don't need a preview, and you can sell out in ten minutes?

And Tang Hongfu, who knew nothing, didn't remember the task he shouldered at all. He just took out a white-skinned sweet potato stained with mud from the car bucket and said loudly: ===== CHAPTER 809 =====