The sun is really strong, it's okay in a cool place, and when you get to the sun, you can feel the sun on your body after a while, and sweat will fall down your skin.

In this kind of weather, who wants to work in the fields.

Not to mention Han Rui, who has almost never done farm work, even old farmers, are unwilling to go to the field in this weather.

Everyone saw that there were still some ingredients in the kitchen, and they could hold on for a day or two, so they dismissed the idea of cutting wheat.

You can't go to work, you can't sit still.

Han Rui proposed to clean the cattle pen, by the way, to see if there were any eggs in the chicken coop, and to get some greens.

Gu Qingluo volunteered to pick vegetables, she carried the basket to the vegetable garden, looked at the particularly fresh cucumbers and picked two, and saw that the tomatoes were also picked, and by the way, she cut a handful of leeks and pinched some greens.

After picking the vegetables and going back, Gu Qingluo first nibbled on a tomato, and then took a cucumber to find Wei Shengrong.

"Teacher Wei, how about we eat noodles at noon today?" While nibbling on cucumbers, she asked Wei Shengrong, who was looking for eggs in the chicken coop.

Wei Shengrong picked up three eggs and came out: "Okay."

"Is there garlic?" Gu Qingluo asked, "I picked cucumbers, made some cold noodles, put cucumber shreds, then put garlic paste and vinegar, and poured chili oil, not to mention how beautiful the taste is."

Wei Shengrong smiled: "There are eggs, I'll get you another tomato egg soup by the way."

At noon, Wei Shengrong really rolled noodles.

Not to mention, this noodle is so chewy, Gu Qingluo ate three bowls of garlic.

The bowls used in the hut were large, more than two bowls at the top of the usual bowl.

She went down in such three bowls, which really scared everyone else.

Ding Yanlun looked at Gu Qingluo in surprise: "Teacher Gu didn't hold on, right?"

Tong Mai asked, "Have you been eating so much?" You're not going to lose weight, are you?"

Tong Mai is easy to gain weight, usually pay special attention to eating, this can't eat, that can't touch, he loves to eat, it's really uncomfortable.

Now seeing Gu Qingluo eating so much, he is really envious.

"It's fine." Gu Qingluo smiled: "I haven't lost weight, anyway, I've always been like this, and I don't get fat as much as I eat."

I don't know how many people in the program team are jealous and want to beat people after hearing such Versailles' words.

After lunch, the five of them went back to their rooms to take a nap.

In general, everyone is quite comfortable during the day, they don't do much work, they eat well, they can take a long nap, they are usually busy to death, they are leisurely and comfortable, and they want to live a little often.

When it comes to the evening, you can't be so idle.

Before it was dark, one by one they took their sickles and went to cut the wheat.

The program team found people from the village to come over and teach.

The group first learned to use a sickle, and then saw how the people in the village cut it.

Gu Qingluo glanced at it twice, she said while cutting: "Director, you are really not authentic, what year is it now, how can there be a hand-cut wheat, I asked the fellow, the harvester that everyone uses, you let us experience life, then also find us a harvester, I think you are clearly embarrassing, you are a regression of history, you are a ......

The director was hurt by Gu Qingluo's head.

Tong Mai followed Gu Qingluo to watch her cut, nodding from time to time: "Teacher Gu is right, now we all use harvesters, you still let us work with sickles, what we know is to experience life, and if we don't know, we think we have crossed over."

The director plugged his ears with earplugs, anyway, I don't listen to what you say, Wang Ba recites the scriptures.

The group cut for more than an hour, waiting for it to be dark before calling it a day and going back.

After working, they were tired and hungry one by one, and when they returned home, Wei Shengrong had to cook.

He was also tired, so he didn't want to cook complicated meals, so he made simple ones.

Cook a pot of rice, mix a cucumber, stir-fry a tomato, then cut some lo-mei, stir-fry two greens, and that's it.

In the evening, Gu Qingluo ate three more

A big bowl of rice, she ate half a pot of rice by herself, and almost ate enough for others.

After eating, freshening up, I sat down in the living room and played games for a while, until it was almost eleven o'clock, and then I went back to bed.

When everyone else fell asleep, Gu Qingluo quietly came out of the courtyard.

She found a place where no one was around.

Soon, the little demon caught last night jumped out.

"My lord, are you looking for ***?"

Gu Qingluo looked him up and down: "You're not hungry, are you?"

The little demon shook his head: "No, I went to the vegetable field to pick vegetables and eat them."

Gu Qingluo smiled, and took out another braised chicken leg to the little demon: "What's your name?"

The little demon gnawed on the egg, and the bones creaked: "I am a squirrel into a spirit, I have no father or mother, and no one has a name, so I took one myself, my surname is Song, and I am called uncle."

Belch?

Gu Qingluo was really speechless when she heard this name.

Uncle Song, what's this name?

This is clearly taking advantage of others.

But the demon body is a squirrel, Uncle Song, a squirrel, he's really lazy.

Waiting for the little demon to finish eating the chicken legs, Gu Qingluo pointed to the acres of land behind the small courtyard: "Since you are full, go to work, you cut half of the wheat tonight, and you must finish it before dawn, do half of it today, and continue to do it tomorrow."

Uncle Song looked at such a large wheat field, looked at the wheat field and then looked at Gu Qingluo: "My lord, you, you're not kidding, are you?"

Gu Qingluo's face was blank: "Am I joking? Why, don't you want to do it?"

How dare Uncle Song say no.

"I'll do it, I'll do it right away."

He didn't know where to get a sickle, and trotted into the wheat field.

Gu Qingluo yawned and turned around and went into the house to sleep.

She slept soundly this time.

When the sky was bright, Gu Qingluo heard a scream.

She sat up and rubbed her hair, "What's wrong?"

"Wheat, Wheat......"

This is Tong Mai's voice.

Gu Qingluo put on her shoes and went downstairs.

"What's wrong with the wheat?"

At this time, Han Rui also got up.

Tong Mai was dressed in sportswear, with long sleeves and trousers, a hat on his head, and a sickle in his hand.

"What?"

This time, Han Rui was also frightened, and he ran out with a swish.

Ding Yanlun also ran out.

Everyone stood on the ground, looking around, it was really true. Z.br>

Last night they didn't actually cut much, that is, they cut some of the land, and the big wheat field was just a small piece missing.

But today when they stood on the ground, they saw that half of the wheat was gone.

"What's going on?"

Ding Yanlun muttered to himself: "It can't be that the director's conscience found out to help us cut it, right?"

Han Rui slapped Ding Yanlun on the head: "It's not burned, how can you talk nonsense, does the director have a conscience?"

Director: No personal attacks.