Li Xiuchen squatted by the field and smoked two bags of cigarettes. Zhou Dong picked a pile of rice ears like a hill, clapped his hands and smiled, "It should be enough. Today I will borrow the chorus-making tools from my brother's house and get the wine chorus out first."

After looking at the rice ears selected by Zhou Dong, Li Xiuchen shook his head secretly. Only 80% was not bad. In his opinion, the other 20% must be produced. He couldn't help saying, "Enough is enough, but Brother Zhou, you are not very good at choosing this. Why don't I change some for you?

And these rice ears are all threshed by hand, which is quite laborious. I’m afraid you’ll be busy until the evening. Today you may not be able to make wine choruses. You just said, what competition will you go to Xiangjiang tomorrow? It’s too late.”

"If you don't need to change it, I will definitely have no problem choosing the one I choose; threshing is also simple, so I don't have to work until the night, I can get it out today."

Li Xiuchen smiled and said to himself that you are just stubborn. You have never done farm work in vain. Do you think it is easy to make threshing in this song?

Let's do it first...

To thresh by hand, you have to use a threshing barrel. The Li family has used a threshing machine these years, which means occasionally when brewing wine. After Li Xiuchen found someone to take the glutinous rice home, he asked his wife to prepare to make the threshing barrel out and wash it, but Zhou Dong waved his hand and said no.

"No need to thresh the bucket? Brother Zhou, you're not kidding. Will you thresh the food...what are you doing?"

Li Xiuchen and his wife were both stunned.

Zhou Dong grabbed the rice ears with one hand, stuffed them into the other hand, gently stroked them, then clenched his fists a few times, and blew them with his mouth, and the snow-white and round glutinous rice appeared in his palm.

What a fuck!

Li Xiuchen walked over with his eyes and stared at Zhou Dong. In just a moment, half a kilogram of glutinous rice had been threshed, just like a myth.

"Are the chefs of Kyushu Dingshi so awesome? They are all experts in threshing?"

Li Xiuchen, who has been thrown into the fields for half his life, is an expert. He doesn’t even need a threshing bucket like Zhou Dong. How powerful is he? Single young people really can’t afford to offend...
Chapter completed!