Song Tan's Notes

Chapter 1293 1293. Really Poor and Fake Poor [Many Barrages]

In the end, the task of pounding mugwort and wormwood was given to Qiao Qiao.

There was no way. Zhang Yanping started sweating after just a few poundings. Song Tan was afraid that his sweat would drip into the mortar and looked down on him.

Qiao Qiao just came downstairs after class and immediately volunteered: "I'll do it! I want to do it!"

He really wants to do it.

Not only did he work, he also started a live broadcast and had a complete work philosophy: "There has been no work for me recently, and the children haven't learned new knowledge for a long time."

"I just happened to teach them how to make mugwort buns. It will be Qingming Festival at the beginning of next month, and the children can't go without food!"

This is what I said...

There is food on Qingming Festival. Is it still your little friend? Maybe it is your old friend from underground?

But children are always talking without restraint. So he smiled and let go of her hand: "I know that our family can't do without Qiao Qiao. Come on, you do it, I'll help you watch the live broadcast room."

As he spoke, he looked around at everyone, his eyes were filled with big words -

Look! I said I had a real job.

However, Qiao Qiao gave him a strange look and said, "Brother Yan Ping, don't try to coax the king like your sister does. Your coaxing is not as pleasant as hers."

  Zhang Yanping: ...I just opened my mouth for no reason!

He switched accounts in frustration, set up the stand, and gave the live broadcast room a resounding title:

【Come in and eat grass】

Lu Chuan subconsciously came over to take a look, then looked at the audience pouring into the live broadcast room, and at this moment he couldn't help but remain silent.

  Song Tan didn't mind it. Zhang Yanping's name was so imaginative, but the audience liked it anyway. So what? Eat grass! How come Artemisia argyi and mugwort are not grass?

Looking at the barrage again, it was indeed a sea of ​​red, prosperity and hazy.

[I woke up from my dying illness, and the first person I saw was me! ]

[Eating grass? What kind of grass? Do you sell grass? Oh, even if you sell it, I can’t afford it, because I really eat grass.]

[It’s the end of the month, and what I eat is obviously much more high-end than the host, it’s seaweed]

[You in front of me, you didn't bring spicy and sour kelp with rice, did you? How did you know that this is the rice I brought? ! ]

[If I'm right, the hot and sour kelp is the same as the one in the canteen, one yuan a bag]

  Zhang Yanping was shocked!

What’s going on? It’s only been a few days since I last went live, and everyone in the live studio is clamoring to put the goods on the shelves and rush to buy them. How come their lives have become like this? !

That being the case——

"Qiao Qiao, your children seem to be out of money. Why don't you stop selling the mugwort tea and houttuynia tea online in a few days?"

"Ah?" Qiao Qiao was obviously getting nervous: "Are you all poor? Well, kids should save money and not spend it recklessly. Just give it all to the family members of Xiao Zhu's sister..."

Barrage: [? ? ? ! ! ! ]

[Who are these bastards who ruined my business? ! ]

[Fuck, you guys are poor, what does it have to do with our treasure? Why don’t you sell it! ]

[Ahhhhh, I'm not poor. I just got my salary and haven't spent it yet. Give me a chance! ]

[Wormwood tea or Houttuynia cordata tea? I don’t like either, but I like to buy them! ]

[Qiao Qiao, look at me! Look at me! I have money! I really have money! ]

【??? What the hell? Eating grass has become a pyramid scheme? Why are you still begging for money?】

The new fan's doubts were drowned in the overlapping barrage of comments, and then a colorful special effect of a reward of 1000 yuan appeared in the barrage, followed by a sad sentence below:

  [I'm just talking nonsense. Although I'm eating hot and sour kelp, it's just because I'm greedy! I have money! The anchor should sell it! ] Then there were a row of reward messages, but the amount was not large, one yuan, five yuan, ten yuan. But when I clicked on the avatar, I saw that they were the ones who said they had no money just now.

Looking at the reward amount, it is indeed not much, but——

[It’s my business if I’m poor, but it’s our business if you don’t sell goods! 】

[You sell it. If you don’t sell it, how can you know whether I am really poor or just pretending to be poor? ]

[I save a sum of money every month to help Qiao Qiao's family snatch goods. Who would believe it? ]

[I don’t believe there are really poor people among them. They can make money by selling the goods at a higher price after snatching them.]

[It’s so funny! You are a scalper here, right? I strongly condemn it, but the scalper added me! ]

Zhang Yanping: ...I just don’t need to read the comments!

Sure enough, I have to learn from Jojo. If I don’t watch anything, I won’t have any worries.

  Look, he is already grunting and holding the pestle, smashing it into the mortar again and again!

The first thing to be smashed was the washed Artemisia annua. Because Lu Chuan was very careful when picking it, after picking for a long time he only removed some miscellaneous leaves and dust.

The tender branches and leaves were pounded hard by the pestle, and soon turned a deep spicy green in the mortar.

  Qiao Qiao really likes this kind of regular labor. He is very strong and gets more and more excited after a few hits. Everyone in the live broadcast room only saw the tender branches and leaves in the stone mortar easily turned into a ball of soft, spicy green leaves with juice, and couldn't help but sigh:

[This is really eating grass. ]

[Laughing to death! Our underworld bosses never cheat when naming people]

[I love eating grass——but how do I eat this grass? ]

  Finally someone got to the point!

Zhang Yanping perked up: "How do we eat this grass? It's simple! Mix it with flour and make pancakes..."

"Go away!" Uncle Seven had just prepared the stuffing. How could he tolerate his cooking skills being humiliated like this? He glared at Zhang Yanping and turned to look at Qiao Qiao:

"Qiao Qiao, can you tell me how to do this?"

Qiao Qiao was helpless: "Uncle Qi, stop making trouble! Teacher Xin said that educating children requires combining theory with practice. They won't be able to learn even if I explain it now."

[Incredible! The host thinks highly of me. I won’t be able to learn even if he explains it later]

[This cooking expert is ready to try! I know how to do this! ]

[Will there be homework assigned this time? If I do my homework well, can I earn red flowers to exchange for this pancake? ]

[Same question! I really know how to make this mugwort bun! ]

[No, everyone is drooling while watching the live broadcast, how come you guys are so talented? ]

Zhang Yanping looked at the comments - he had vowed not to read them. But if he didn't read them, wouldn't he seem idle again? So he had to concentrate.

At this moment, I asked, "Qiao Qiao, your child asked if this homework can be left as a red flower? I looked at the homework group and many people have almost collected enough red flowers."

  Three red flowers and a portion of delicious food are completely unnecessary expenses for the Song family, but for Qiao Qiao, it is a successful example of his role as a teacher!

At this moment he nodded: "Yeah!"

Zhang Yanping explained: "Let me make it clear in advance that the mugwort buns and mugwort cakes are not made from mugwort and mugwort from our own fields."

“It’s delicious, but the taste is limited.”

"But the eggs, leeks, diced pork, and pork lard that go with it are all from our family!"

"So... if you want to taste the pork from our restaurant, you have to work harder this time! Mugwort buns, mugwort cakes... I'll teach you a few today. If you make a few, you can get a few red flowers."

By then, these cakes can be packed in vacuum bags like rice noodles and shipped by refrigerated mail.

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