Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 391 - Chapter 391 391. Live Rice Harvesting_1

Chapter 391: 391. Live Rice Harvesting_1 Chapter 391: 391. Live Rice Harvesting_1 Unaware of her classmates’ bitterness and reluctance to leave, Song Tan seemed completely oblivious.

She pointed at a pile of sickles borrowed from the local farmers, “That’ll do. After everyone has eaten, I’ll take you to the paddy fields to harvest the rice.”

“Once we’ve harvested enough, let’s take a break, eat some watermelon, have a sip of silver fungus soup, and then wait for lunch. It gets too hot at noon, so we won’t go to the fields then.”

“At noon, we’ll go inside, take a look around and rest a bit.”

“I’ve found a couple of threshers from the village elders, so in the afternoon we can thresh and winnow the rice under the electric fan…”

“If we work fast, we can mill the rice in the evening and even have a meal with fresh rice.”

Song Tan felt a bit reluctant to serve this rice she hadn’t yet tried herself this year.

But, were the 29 people in front of her her classmates? No, they were unmistakenly her Gods of Wealth!

…

Listen to that schedule, how fulfilling!

Clutching their bulging bellies, the group was not dreaming of the paddy fields, but rather the upcoming midday meal.

However, this seemed all too food-centric, so a curious classmate asked, “By the way, Song Tan, where’s your brother?”

“Yeah, where is our little brother? You’re so pretty, your brother must be especially handsome too.”

Song Tan smiled, “He’s just a kid, loves to livestream. He’s already gone to the paddy field to harvest rice and broadcast it.”

“I know you don’t like to show your faces, so we’ll move to another spot later.”

Two sections of the field were specifically left unharvested; if they couldn’t finish by noon, Lao Song’s family would casually take care of it, no big deal.

As for Qiaoqiao, yes, Teacher Qiaoqiao’s little classroom was back in session!

[Finally waited for you, glad I didn’t give up]

[The live stream has revealed the heartache of Wang Baochuan, can the host teach me how to forage wild vegetables next time?]

[The last lesson was during the last…]

[Really, this job-hunting season of graduation, the host not teaching for so long made my resume lack several skills]

[Not to brag, but I’m quite good at packing express parcels now]

[Who isn’t, I asked Wind Speed Express to come for a pickup the other day, I packed while he recorded the info, and he even asked if I worked in the same field]

The chat was booming, and only then did Qiaoqiao set up her phone properly, as usual not used to reading the comments, she merely greeted on her own:

“Good morning, kids! Today I’m going to teach everyone how to harvest rice. Once you’ve learned, you can go work seriously in your own paddy.”

“Learn well, harvest quickly, and you could even save money on hiring workers.”

The fans: …

Look at the time! Anyone able to watch videos at this hour must be a corporate slave, right? What kind of paddy do we own?

Teacher Qiao, you’re thinking too much, we don’t have paddy fields.

The comments quickly became weepy:

[I knew the host had high hopes for me, you must have seen my potential to buy land in the future]

[Study well, guys, though we don’t have paddy fields, we can still go cut reeds in the reed marshes]

By this time, Qiaoqiao had already harvested a stalk of rice with the sickle before the live camera:

“Kids, this is rice, the rice we eat comes from it. After harvesting, we have to thresh it, dry it, and dehusk it, only then can we wash the rice clean and cook it.”

“Sister said that if we move quickly, we can eat it tonight, and she might even cook scorched rice for me.”

“Kids, do you like eating scorched rice?”

[Love it! Absolutely! Scorched rice with pickle soup, ah!]

[Spicy chili sauce is the ultimate combo!]

[Lao Gan Ma is the divine recipe!]

[No! Local spicy sauce is what we need!]

[Nonsense, it has to be paired with fermented tofu!]

[You guys just don’t know how to eat! The rice crusts cooked on a farmhouse stove are crispy and fragrant all on their own, no need to add anything]

[Am I the only one who uses broken rice crusts to make rice balls and dips them in white sugar?]

[?!! Stay away!]

Oh boy, it’s early in the morning and everyone’s drooling three miles long already, can’t tell if it’s from craving or arguing.

Qiaoqiao, however, was blissfully unaware of the conflict in the comments.

With the teaching task done, he put the stalk of rice aside, and moved into the rice field allotted to him, took a handful of rice stalks with his left hand, and with his right hand’s sickle closely following the root, steadily–feet had to be placed apart not where the sickle was aiming–then–

With a “swoosh,” a handful of rice stalks were cut down, and then neatly thrown onto the ground.

He had actually never done this task before.

But before the live stream, a couple of working uncles had taught him, and so he picked it up quite smoothly.

At this moment, Qiaoqiao only remembered Teacher Qiaoqiao’s instruction–slow movements were okay, the main point was to teach the kids, and to remind them not to get injured.

Teacher Qiaoqiao had to lead by example!

Thus, his movements weren’t fast, but they were steady.

However… this was hard on the fans in the live stream–

[The moment he set the phone down here, I had a premonition–]

[That’s right. I am the guardian of the rice field]

[I’m a fox, watching the rice stalks, waiting for my prince to tame me]

Everyone became suddenly poetic, not without reason.

It was because for most of the time that Qiaoqiao walked down the row of rice, the camera couldn’t see him.

No one spoke, leaving only the rustling sound of the wind in the rice field, along with the rhythmic “chop chop” sound of the sickle cutting the rice.

The morning breeze was blowing, the rice stalks still adorned with dewdrops, and the slightly rough long leaves damp with moisture.

Behind Qiaoqiao, Song Sancheng and Song Youde were bundling the rice stalks together and piling them up on one side.

It has to be said, technology changes productivity, and now there’s no need to dry the rice stalks in the sun like before, nor to use a stone roller or hand-flail for threshing.

Therefore, all they had to do was gather these rice stalks and wait for the threshing machine to come in the afternoon for centralized threshing, saving a lot of space and hassle.

Luckily, Teacher Qiaoqiao hadn’t completely forgotten his students this time.

Because bending down to cut rice was truly exhausting, so much so that after finishing a row, the still unaccustomed Qiaoqiao had to stand up and stretch his back, then he trotted back to the camera, bursting with energy:

“Kids, did everyone learn how to do it?”

[I’ve learned nothing, I’ll borrow another 500 years from the heavens to save up my first pot of gold, go back to my hometown to buy land and plant rice, I will definitely cut rice like the anchor]

[I’ve learned nothing, when I get back home to cut rice, I’ll run just like the anchor– the moment the camera doesn’t see me, the rice stalks will fall over by themselves.]

[When will the anchor have me not only in his heart but also in his eyes?]

[He can’t be expecting to just point the camera at the rice field all morning, can he?]

[If you really get me to look at the rice field, this rice better not go on the market]

[The person in front, I think you’re dreaming]

[Just look at how small this rice field is, would the rice harvested even be enough for personal consumption? Doubtful it would be sold.]

[Why isn’t the host planting some kind of famous rice like Wuchang rice, this variety looks so ordinary]

[Good grief, not every place can grow good Wuchang rice]

[The finer the taste of the rice, the lower the yield tends to be, I guess they’re likely just growing for their own consumption, not picky enough yet to be choosing for taste]

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