Song Tan Jishi

It was obviously a long night.

During the day, Qiao Qiao was harvesting rice, broadcasting live broadcasts, and busy again...at night, he slept especially soundly.

At this moment, the faint moonlight fell in front of the window, and he was sleeping on the emerald-green straw mat, feeling cool and not cold.

On this summer night, there is no need to turn on the air conditioner, and I can feel comfortable with a small quilt on my body.

There is a cool breeze blowing outside the window, and an unknown bird call occasionally comes from the silent valley, and the tall fence blocks all the troubles in the back mountain...

He was lying there with his belly undulating slightly, just like the big Tian sleeping in the cardboard box at the end of the bed, which was getting fatter and softer, too sweet.

And at this moment, a shadow suddenly appeared in the moonlight on the window sill!

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

But nothing was seen.

It circled around in the cardboard box twice, and finally filled its cheeks with two handfuls of rice grains, and then went back to sleep peacefully.

But at this moment, the window screen of the screen window has been pulled out a hole, a dusty and bald figure got in, and quickly disappeared under the window sill without making a sound.

Not long after, the same figure appeared again.

Back and forth, there are almost a dozen of them!

They walked along the wall of the house, moving mysteriously like mice, and then they all locked their targets in the ordinary cardboard box.

Daejeon suddenly woke up in his sleep!

It opened its eyes and saw gray-haired squirrels scratching around the box!

"squeak--!!!"

It made a miserable cry and thought it was earth-shattering, but it was just a field mouse!

At this moment, Jojo didn't even catch a breath.

I saw a dozen or so gray-fur squirrels staring at the thick layer of rice grains in the box, with happiness or surprise in their eyes, and they frantically began stuffing their cheeks without saying a word.

Da Tian rushed left and right in a hurry, screaming and screaming, but unfortunately Qiao Qiao was asleep but didn't have the slightest intention of waking up.

So much so that this chubby field mouse finally shrank in the corner of the box aggrieved, and only had time to cover his round cheeks with tears...

In the early morning of the next day, the little rooster, who had not yet fully grown up in Houshan, lit up his throat very competently.

Qiao Qiao had a good night's dream, and now she rolled happily on the bed. Hearing that there seemed to be movement downstairs, he followed.

Habitually, he glanced into the box——

"Huh?" Qiao Qiao squatted down, opened the box curiously and looked left and right: "Datian, you ate up the whole bowl of rice in one night?! Or did you really dig a hole and hide it?"

He nervously looked left and right in the room, but—this must be too clean!

He took Datian's fat body, grabbed it with his hands, and then shook it head-down——

"Puff puff--"

Three grains of white rice were poured out. It was a little bit of grain that Datian fought desperately to protect last night under the covetousness of a dozen squirrels.

But Jojo didn't know.

He just poked Datian's cheek again with his finger, and laughed: "Datian, you are so stupid! No one is robbing you, so don't eat so much and make your stomach burst."

But Qiao Qiao quickly found a reason for Da Tian: "Are you still growing your body? You must have eaten too much, you look fat..."

He said, seeing Datian still has shiny hair and soft body, except that he is not very emotional (Jojo guesses that this is because he is full of food), everything else is fine.

He had no choice but to sigh deeply like an adult: "You child, why are you so greedy? Eating too much is not easy to digest. I won't feed you today."

With that said, he turned his head and went into the bathroom.

A mouse in Daejeon is huddled in a box, because its cheeks are too bulging, and at this moment it can only emit an extremely weak——

"squeak!"

A faint syllable, full of grievances.

...

No one knows Daejeon's sadness.

But the next day, Lao Song's family got busy again.

Qiao Qiao was still busy with his work, while Song Sancheng and Song Youde were responsible for dumping the rice harvested yesterday in the yard to dry——

In Song Tan's memory, this was a very easy job. He only needed to play with his own while staring at the rice, and then use irons or walk with bare feet every once in a while to turn over the rice.

However, not today.

I saw the golden rice all over the yard, attracting densely packed birds on the walls, eaves, corridors and treetops.

It's like taking one's life to practice "Eat a bite of rice, and be content to be a ghost".

"This thing is too thief!"

The Seventh Cousin was very annoyed: "This bird, if you put a dustpan on it, you can catch more than a dozen of them in one dustpan! You will die if you want to eat it!"

It was as if they were not afraid of people at all, driving away this group and that group, several people were too busy holding long bamboo poles.

"Get a net and cover it up."

Song Tan was a little hesitant: "The rice has to be turned all the time, so it's inconvenient to cover it."

As soon as I said this, I saw another group of birds rushing over——

At that time, the rice fields and vegetable fields did not spend much effort to drive away the insects and birds, but now it is good, the mature rice, one bite can be desperate, right?

With so many people in the family, it's still a bit strange for her current aura to do such a big exorcism, and she has to wait until the dead of night.

But in the dead of night, who is drying the rice?

Song Tan had no choice but to sigh depressingly: "Alright, I'll find a fishing net to surround the top and all sides, and the bamboo poles underneath should be higher, so that it's convenient for people to dig rice underneath."

It also does not affect the drying of millet in the sun.

It's a bit troublesome, but it's better than being like the second general Heng Ha, holding a bamboo pole and guarding above the rice, right?

...

These days the weather is especially good for face, the sun has been scorching hot for many days in a row, which is especially convenient for them to turn in the sun.

But old man Li carried a basket and happily went to the rice field to pick up ears of rice.

Not to mention, working leisurely now is much more comfortable than the life-threatening posture when they rushed to collect it! This mentality is different.

The little old man was even in the mood to hum.

Generally speaking, after the rice has been dried, in order to facilitate preservation, it will not all be shelled.

But the Seventh Cousin snorted: "What good things are you thinking about? With the appetite of each of you, it's not bad that the rice can last until the end of the year!"

Song Tan: ...that's the truth.

and……

"Shell them all, and then give me another 20 catties and I'll give it away."

As for who to send, everyone knows it in their hearts, and the one who sent flowers all the way last time——

Zhang Yanping's heart ached enough: Just because of the taste of rice, he slept in a rice vat in his dreams yesterday!

Let alone 20 catties, he is reluctant to part with even two catties!

It's a pity that this is not his family's rice, so I can only lament at this moment:

"Then next year, you will grow a few acres no matter what!"

Also, it will be late, so let’s watch it tomorrow morning.