Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 458 - Chapter 458 458. Sorghum and Sweet Cane_1

Chapter 458: 458. Sorghum and Sweet Cane_1 Chapter 458: 458. Sorghum and Sweet Cane_1 Guo Dong was far from resigned.

“I know you haven’t experienced my medical skills, so that’s why you don’t trust them easily, right?”

Song Tan: …

No.

With an expressionless face, she thought: It’s simply unnecessary.

For that little bit of sorghum, how much liquor could it possibly produce?

And with this, her grandfather had even already sorted out what would be aromatic and what would be strong-flavored liquor… who had the time to fuss over some medicinal wine?

Besides, the point of medicinal wine was nothing more than to maintain one’s health, and they could achieve the same effect by living at home over a long time.

Seeing that she wasn’t speaking, Guo Dong sighed.

However, she didn’t give up and still left the bottle there:

“Don’t reject it yet! You don’t have a partner, how could you understand men like I do?”

She made playful gestures: “Wait and ask them when they come back… giving it a try won’t hurt, right? This is for proper health management, not the kind from novels where you get inflamed with lust after consuming it…”

Song Tan: …

With no choice left, she reluctantly reached out and accepted the jar of wax pills.

Guo Dong then asked, “I heard your grandpa is weaving straw mats, how much for one? I’ll buy one first.”

She had got her air conditioner transported back, but the installation got delayed due to rain, and today the technician was fully booked, so it’s been rescheduled to the day after tomorrow… In this sweltering heat, she didn’t even have a fan, and the nights were uncomfortably hot.

Luckily, the houses in the countryside are built tall and spacious, well-ventilated and cool, and now that it’s only the beginning of July, it’s not as unbearable as it would be in the city. Two days are manageable.

But a straw mat wouldn’t be a waste, as there are still several months of summer left.

This time Song Tan had no objections and took her to see the straw mats she had just acquired: “Currently priced at 999 for one, and I can even offer free shipping if you buy,” she said.

Guo Dong: …

Now it was her turn to quickly withdraw her hand: “Thanks. I’m not worthy.” She’d rather borrow an electric fan first.

…

Meanwhile, at the foot of the hill in the fields, Qiaoqiao had once again started a live broadcast.

“Kids, today Teacher Qiaoqiao is going to teach everyone how to harvest sorghum.”

“We have two parts of land planted with sorghum here. Grandpa said it’s mature and ready for harvest to make liquor.”

“It’s been raining here over the past few days, so we weren’t supposed to harvest the sorghum today, but the sun is exceptionally bright, and the wind is strong, so now there’s no water left.”

After saying that, he shook a sorghum stalk with his hand, and indeed, there were no droplets of water left.

[Wow, another skill to add to the resume]

[To the person in front, you’ve learned the theory, but where did you practice it?]

[Sorghum rice porridge! A diabetes patient’s favorite!]

[Sorghum dough in a twist!!!]

Zhang Yanping had just opened his phone to check the live chat when he saw everyone’s comments heading towards food. He couldn’t help but look up and say:

“Sorghum rice porridge, is it tasty?”

Xin Jun pondered for a moment: “It’s alright– definitely not as good as rice, but worth a try.”

He was eager to try: “I heard sorghum stalks are quite sweet, I want to taste it later!”

“Really? Then I’ve got to try it too.” Zhang Yanping got excited–the idea resembled eating sugarcane, right? Eating something sweet and delightful in July would be wonderful!

His gaze wandered over the rows of sorghum in front of him, deciding to pick the finest looking one when the time came.

While the two adults were dawdling behind, little Qiaoqiao was working very diligently.

At this moment, you could see him grasp a heavy, ripe sorghum head, then place the sickle about thirty centimeters below the sorghum head and pull down–

The dense, red, and plump sorghum head was already in his hand.

“Kids, did you see that? It’s very simple. Just reach out, and cut it with a sickle.”

Barrage: …

[The host thinks too highly of me, I’m not that tall.]

[This sorghum must be over two meters, right? Don’t they have dwarf sorghum nowadays? Why not plant that?]

[This seems to be sticky sorghum from the northeast… great for making liquor!]

As they were discussing, Qiaoqiao had already targeted the next one:

“However, today we need to collect all the sorghum stalks, so we won’t be cutting from the top, but from the base.”

As he spoke, his left hand held the sorghum stalk, and with a forceful swing of the sickle in his right hand–

Whoosh!

The entire stalk of sorghum fell over.

At the sound, Zhang Yanping and Xin Jun peeked over–

A godsend, the sorghum stalks!

Exhilarated, they carried knives and deftly cut off the sorghum ears with a section of the stem.

Xin Jun, unhurried, put on gloves and stripped off the leaves, tossing them into a basket nearby.

Sorghum leaves can be fed to fish, crushed for feeding chickens and ducks, or given to pigs.

As for the sorghum stalks, they could eat them like sugarcane–of course, they wouldn’t be as sweet, and they could also feed them to pigs.

Hmm, thinking about it that way seemed a bit odd…

They selected the middle part of the stalk, and with a few quick slashes, each had two sections of sorghum stalk.

It’s just that…

Xin Jun looked at the stalk in his hands, feeling something was amiss, while Zhang Yanping had already started to gnaw…

Chewing on a sorghum stalk was like munching on sugarcane; start by gnawing off the outer layer, then chew–it…

Huh, why isn’t it sweet?

He turned his head to look at Xin Jun.

Xin Jun contemplated, “I ate it when I was a kid, maybe my memory is filtered–here’s what, peel off the skin first, then try the core. Since it’s sorghum, it definitely won’t be as sweet as sugarcane, probably just mildly sweet.”

Zhang Yanping thought it made sense.

So he nibbled and yanked away, reducing the stalk to a thin, ivory-colored core. He then bit down and chewed…

Quickly, like spitting out chaff, he spat it all out.

“You really had some wild childhood filter there, where’s the sweetness? There’s hardly any moisture either.”

Xin Jun watched him for a while: “Well, if it’s not sweet, I won’t eat it.”

Zhang Yanping: …

He looked at the leftover piece of stalk in his hand, then at the one Xin Jun had casually thrown into the basket, feeling that something wasn’t quite right.

But he couldn’t figure out what it was, so he turned back and gazed at the sorghum stalk: could it be that he hadn’t gnawed to the very center?

Meanwhile, Teacher Qiao had already chopped down many stalks and saw Zhang Yanping squatting on the ground, naturally wondering:

“Brother Yanping, why are you eating this? This isn’t sweet, it’s for the piglets, don’t eat it randomly.”

Then he pointed to a few stalks in the furthest corner, thick and tall, around three or four meters high:

“Those are the sweet stalks.”

Zhang Yanping: …?!!

The next moment, however, Xin Jun was already striding over with a sickle: “Great! Teacher Qiao knows so much! I heard you grew sorghum, too. Today, Teacher is going to try your hard work!”

“Yep!” Qiaoqiao’s spirits lifted immediately: “Then Teacher, please enjoy it slowly! Grandpa said he kept these few stalks specially, they’re even sweeter than sugarcane.”

Turning to glance at Zhang Yanping with his unique taste, Qiaoqiao sighed deeply:

“Brother Yanping! Don’t eat that! It’s really meant for feeding pigs… Come on, let’s chop sorghum together. Grandpa said if we process and dry them quickly, once the sorghum is threshed, he’ll have time to weave brooms from the sorghum ears too!”