Survival in the Wilderness: Live Broadcast My Leisure Life

Chapter 352 The little sister’s brain circuit! (1, please complete the order!)

Chapter 352 There are too many killers, and the mat can’t fit!

Finally, when the sun gradually descended to the west, hanging in the air, and about to set at any time, the threshing came to an end.

Now Lin Han has piled up rice poles taller than a person, and he played very cleanly, which makes people feel pleasing to the eye.

“Lin Shen is really skillful in killing and fighting.”

“Plus one, I feel like I’m not as clean as Lindsay, by the way, I’m already eighty-two.

ff “Hello grandpa!” Some netizens quickly replied, showing the deepest respect for the working people in the past.

So there was an embarrassing situation…

“Hey, I heard, baby grandson, grandpa loves you so much!

“Hey, dear grandson, hear me.”

“Come here grandpa, grandpa will give you candy, lollipop.”

“Upstairs, something is wrong with you. If you come and take it away, it’s over! We Huang Xiejun never need evidence to arrest people!”

The barrage in Lin Han’s live broadcast room is naturally joyful.

Sand sculpture netizens like to make jokes, the kind that no one will mind.

Lin Han let Lao Wang and Xia Tingyue continue to thresh the grain, and he successively hooked the grain behind the baffle and transported it to the drying mat.

“This year, oh no, the effect of these three months is not bad. The millet here is completely enough to eat the wild survival show.” Lin Han said to the drone, expressing that he was very satisfied with the harvest this time.

And sand sculpture netizens have already started all kinds of speculations.

“Damn, so many? Don’t you just plant two? How can I look like there are so many!

“If you think it’s too much, add one, I think the birth is about 600 pounds, right?”

“How is that possible? There are still those stalks mixed in there. It must look like a lot. This is rice that has not been genetically modified at all. How could it be six hundred pounds?”

“Tell me, I’ll know how many there are when Lin Shen has finished weighing! 99

“Right,”

I haven’t screened the remaining rice stalks and the threshed but beaten rice ears, so I don’t know how much is produced at this moment, and I haven’t really weighed it yet.

But now the barrage has exploded, and there is a heated discussion about Lin Han’s output this time.

But Lin Han didn’t know that his harvest this time has attracted widespread attention,

“This time it was really a bumper crop, enough to eat for a long time. Now I use the handle to decorate it well. After drying it, I can store it with a blower.” 11 Lin Han said, with an unconscious smile on the corner of his mouth.

Li Shuixin was the same, helping by the side, and he couldn’t even smile at all.

This feeling of harvesting after working together is really a sense of satisfaction and achievement emanating from the heart.

Then, something embarrassing happened.

Lin Han stood in front of the drying mat, looked at the millet on the drying mat, and said,

“It’s over, it seems that there are a lot of millet here, and the drying pad is too small to be sieved at all, so the exposure time will be longer, and it will waste too much time.

Xia Tingyue listened by the side, nodded while listening, and was still handing targets to Old Wang.

“Well, that is, the drying pad is too small, it would be nice if I could harvest a little less, then it would be able to open up.

Then, the live broadcast room exploded directly.

“Let me laugh at me? Dare I ask if this is what people say? Is there such a thing?”

“I was so directly cracked, my brain was buzzing.

“If you don’t say it, don’t say it. My mind is full of what the little sister said. If you get too much, it would be better if it was a little less…

“” Survival in the Wilderness of Portraits I can’t wait to peel off the bark and eat it. The feelings here are good, but it’s not good to complain too much. ”

Lin Han knocked Xia Tingyue’s little head melon seeds,

“Look at you, what are you saying?

Xia Tingyue was knocked jokingly, and she pursed her lips.

“Hmph, stinky brother, I’m just joking.

Lin Han turned around and walked deep into the bamboo forest,

“Now we have harvested a lot more millet than we imagined. The pad we made before is definitely not enough. I’m going to make another one.” Lin Han said as he walked.

Making a sun mat is a long process, even if Lin Han’s speed is faster, it still takes at least an hour.

After all, bamboo needs to be chopped immediately, and it also needs to be peeled into strips with a knife and then weaved, and the selection of bamboo is also very particular.

“If it’s too tender, the mat will be too soft to scratch, and it won’t work. If it’s too old, it will look too brittle. It may not be used for a long time, and it will break directly.” Lin Han said while selecting bamboo.

At this time, Li Shuixin picked it up and began to sift the millet that had been poured on the drying mat before, so that it could be moved directly after a while.

Lao Wang and Xia Tingyue are finishing up those millets.

Finally, after Pharaoh’s cheers, the millet was finally finished, and after moving the millet to the drying mat for Xia Tingyue to sift through, Pharaoh stopped.

“Finally done, but the ticket is dead for me.” Lao Wang poured a glass of water and drank while wiping his sweat.

However, he hasn’t washed his hands yet!

“Everyone in the countryside should know that they can’t just touch their skin with their hands after harvesting millet, because there should be hair on their hands, which will cause short-term inflammation of the skin, and the outbreak will be extremely severe. quick!

“It’s over, Old Wang has really loaded up today!

“Dangerous, Wang Dangerous! 690”

“The current Pharaoh doesn’t know yet, he’s still resting there by himself, hahaha, I’ll be able to watch a good show later.

“Pharaoh is not feeling well today!

“Online Waiting for Pharaoh’s Pain Mask. 59

“Born to be human, I’m sorry. 99

But the current Old Wang didn’t know anything, because neither Xia Tingyue nor Li Shuixin noticed him, so he was still scratching his hands and neck quite comfortably.

Wang Yida only felt that the more he scratched, the more comfortable it became, and there was still a little itching, but this itchy feeling could be very comfortable to scratch by himself, which was very addictive.

Therefore, Lao Wang has been scratching all the time, and he can’t stop at all.

“Come on brother Meng, hit me on the public screen, let’s send Lao Wang-Cheng!

“Up!”

“Top! 99

“Pharaoh, keep going all the way, just scratching the tickling there after the rice husks, I respect you as a man!”

The person came, “Ah, take my knee off and put it on the old Wang, and let the old Wang kneel for nature today!”

Finally, when Lao Wang found that his skin seemed a little wrong.

Because the previous feeling was itchy, and scratching was very comfortable,

But it gradually became a little painful,

Subsequently,

he bowed his head,

It is a piece of red!