??Chapter 392: 392. Boasting in the Paddy Fields_1
Chapter 392: 392. Boasting in the Paddy Fields_1
“[Have you guys forgotten how delicious the things from the strear’s ho are?]”
“[Have you forgotten how expensive the things from the strear’s ho have beco?]”
“[Did you forget that the strear has rice fields, while you can only go work in soone else’s?]”
A series of three bullet comnts appeared, and the live chat room suddenly quieted down.
Qiaoqiao took a gulp of water from the bottle and then rembered:
“Oh right, kids, don’t go anywhere this afternoon. Sister said she wants
to give you a make-up lesson on how to thresh rice and also take you all to see my new house.”
He moved closer to the cara: “The place where Qiaoqiao lives is very big!”
Boy, a new house?!
Everyone beca interested—
“[What does the new house look like?]”
“[Qiao Family mansion]”
“[Definitely a countryside villa]”
“[Strear, do you still lack a brother? I an, one who can eat and live in your big house]”
“[Uuuu, am I the only one pierced by the strear’s up-close looks?]”
“[My pure, puppy-like little brother]”
“[Uuuu, his skin is so fair and clean! The sweat on his face is so sparkling! The sunburn marks on his cheeks are so cute!]”
“[Upstairs, put your pants back on… Teacher Qiaoqiao is still a child]”
As the conversation drifted, the topic quickly went off course.
anwhile, Qiaoqiao calculated the tasks for teaching today and realized that the rice cutting had already been taught, and the students just needed to be careful not to hurt themselves while doing their howork.
So, he simply left his fans behind and buried himself in the rice fields once again.
…
On the other side, Song Tan also led a bustling crowd to another part of the rice fields.
Everyone was dressed in sun protection clothes, long pants, sports shoes, and wore peaked caps, straw hats, and sun hats—they were ard to the fingertips.
So of the girls even covered their faces, only revealing a pair of eyes, with their long sun protection clothes pulled down to their ankles.
Song Tan could only sigh in admiration at such preparation.
However, looking at this separate small patch of rice field they were given, the group was sowhat dissatisfied:
“With so many of us just cutting this small piece, there’s no room to maneuver!”
Song Tan laughed.
The rice field in front was about a hundred and thirty to forty square ters, which actually seed quite substantial, but it did look rather agre compared to the rest of the fields.
The class leader laughed: “Song Tan, you really underestimate !”
He patted his belly, bulging from breakfast, with sothing thumping inside like a ripe waterlon: “Even though I don’t do much farm work, I’m pretty skilled at the gym!”
“That’s right! Co on, classmates, check out my muscles!”
“Such a small field—I’m afraid it won’t take long to finish cutting it.”
“Exactly.” The girl did not want to appear weak: “Song Tan, I think you can take it easy with the two extra hands you hired today. We forgot, otherwise, we would have told you not to hire that many people… such a small patch, we could finish it by noon for you.”
Those words were not without truth: 29 people—even if you exclude the children, there would still be about twenty-four or twenty-five.
If they were all capable labor, Song Tan’s two acres would hardly be worth ntioning.
But at this mont…
Song Tan just smiled: “It’s fine, no rush, whoever cuts faster can cut a bit more!”
“Do you all know how to cut rice? Try getting into the field first, be careful with the sickles, and make sure not to get hurt.”
As he spoke, he once again taught the students the techniques he had taught Qiaoqiao, little by little.
Fortunately, everyone was an adult now, and even though they were not satisfied with the size of the rice field, they still had a serious attitude towards learning. At the mont, as they looked at the sickles in their hands, their expressions were exceptionally solemn.
After practicing with each other for a couple of rounds, everyone beca more enthusiastic:
“Alright! Now we officially start work!”
“Co on! Let’s see how the old classmates do it!”
“Wait, let
take a video!”
Song Tan stood by, but couldn’t help sighing to herself—how would you put it?
It’s quite troubleso to bend over for just a little bit of rice.
For instance, she was standing there not to check the results but to make sure no one cut themselves. After all, they were all God of Wealth, and it wouldn’t be good to draw blood on their first try.
She was ready with Spiritual Energy at all tis, her eyes scanning the entire field.
The classmates did not disappoint, grabbing the rice with vigor and then—with a certain angle of approach—swish—
Good, a bundle of rice fell to the ground.
Then the second bundle, the third bundle…
Wait a minute!
So classmates couldn’t help but exclaim, “My poor back!”
How co we still have to bend our backs to cut the rice?
It’s not that they had to be bent over entirely; they cut slowly, and after each cut, they had to stand up straight to stretch.
Those who were truly bent over cutting rice couldn’t raise their backs for a long ti!
But that was enough to start making these young yet sub-healthy old classmates feel sothing was amiss.
Take Song Tan, for example, she was still smiling, “No worries, it’s just this bit of land, we’re not in a hurry.”
She had a point.
Everyone felt a bit embarrassed—there were so many people, if each person cut one row, it wouldn’t take much effort. Moreover, they had just gotten into the rhythm!
They were just getting excited!
After that, although the chatter didn’t stop, the panting sounds from cutting rice beca louder.
The sun above their heads had imperceptibly intensified, the temperature in the rice fields began to scorch, and beneath the protective clothing, layers of sweat erged, sticky and damp.
The leaves and ears of the rice stalks occasionally scratched at their faces and bodies, and even with clothing as a barrier, it wasn’t at all pleasant.
Plus, as the sun rose higher, the slight humidity in the rice fields began to steam, leaving them as though in a sauna…
And yet, the act of cutting rice demanded they must bend over, find the right angle…
It wasn’t long before soone was leaning on their back, sitting on the ridge unable to get up: “I can’t take it, I have an occupational injury to my back, I really can’t do this.”
“It’s okay,” Song Tan was not at all worried: “We’re here to have fun, if you can’t do it, just take a rest. There’s no rush.”
The male classmates still wanted to persist a bit, but even the big brother who worked hard on his muscles in the gym took a deep breath in secret, feeling sothing was wrong with his back.
One has to say, why is the motion of cutting rice so twisted? It really puts too much pressure on the lumbar and spine!
Looking at the monitor up ahead—wow! He had plenty of energy! Right now, he was steadily moving forward with the sickle in hand!
Everyone else couldn’t fall behind, could they?
So, they also kept their heads down and continued with the task.
Little did they know, the monitor, who had the steadiest movents, was also inwardly complaining—cutting rice looked pretty straightforward. Stand in the field, bend over, grab the rice, then cut vigorously—
But if this movent was repeated just a few tis, it didn’t seem too bad. After a dozen or twenty tis, the body would start to react.
Then after 30 repetitions—their bodies, not used to hard work or knowing of grains, felt the strain despite not having been strangers to hardships in the past. But this kind of labor? It was a completely different story!
Now, looking at that little bit of land, it seed like an endless ocean with no land in sight.
Teacher Qiao really overestimated them!
What were they thinking, leaving two portions? Just playing around with one portion would have been enough.
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