The eldest lady became popular in the farming variety show

In early autumn, the vast farmland is golden everywhere.

The hot breeze drove the harvesters to make a rumbling sound. They rolled over the sorghum field from the east end to the west end, marching forward all the way, singing the main theme of autumn harvest.

After Jiang Hexi unloaded all the sorghum grains into the warehouse, he drove the truck to the fields.

She hummed happily, completely ignoring the feelings of the people on the intercom, and expressed her joy of the harvest to her heart's content:

"Hey, hey, hey, hey; hey, hey, hey, hey.

Today we are together, Gesangla, dancing the joyful Guozhuang, Gesangla,

I wish us all happiness and good fortune, Gesangla."

The cheerful rhythm was particularly suitable for the scene, but coupled with her magical voice... the people on the same channel really found it a bit too much to handle.

Shen Yingyu: "Sister Xi, I'll let you go first at the fork in the road. You can line up in front of me to load the food later."

"There is always more work to be done than can be done. I don't want to be ahead of you."

Jiang Hexi finished speaking and started singing again from the beginning, "Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey."

Chu Yang complained, "Sister, why do you keep repeating the same few lines over and over again? Can you please stop repeating them endlessly and continue singing?"

"No way, I only know these few words."

Jiang Hexi drove the grain unloading truck on the bumpy muddy road. She followed the ups and downs of the truck and hummed:

"Today we are together, Gesangla, dancing the joyful Guozhuang, Gesangla..."

Yu Xiangwan picked up the intercom and shouted to Yan Jie:

"The one standing at the head of the field directing the dispatch, Sister Xi has played this song on repeat for more than a dozen times, and you don't even say anything to help?"

“I personally think it sounds great.”

Yan Jie was silent for a moment, then added: "This voice is comparable to the sound of nature."

Jiang Hexi was greatly encouraged and sang even louder: "I wish us all happiness, I wish us all good luck, Gesang La!"

Xie Wan wanted to stand up for Yu Xiangwan, so he blasted Yan Jie and said:

"If the superiors do nothing, no one will care, right? Then we will hurt each other. Dayu, Chuyang, Wanwan, three, two, one, sing together—"

The four people had long been poisoned by Jiang Hexi's singing, and they sang in unison in a familiar voice:

"Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey--!"

[Isn’t it so joyful? The background music of this song “Ge Sang La” is so suitable for the joy of harvest! ]

[@Unknown director Chen, will you copy homework? I have found the background music for this variety show for you, remember to add it. ]

[Ximei's careful selection must be of the highest quality. I just listened to this song on purpose and it was really addictive.]

[“Crazy” is contagious. Originally, there was only one person singing like a demon, but after one person spread the word to four people, and the entire intercom was filled with the devilish sound…]

[Does the person above understand? The King of Hell calls this the sound of nature, hahahahaha——]

The harvesting of sorghum is different from that of wheat, and the speed is much slower. A harvester can only harvest 40 acres of sorghum in a day.

It took five days to harvest all 600 acres of sorghum and store them in the warehouse.

The team leader took some samples from the stacked sorghum warehouse and sent them to the research center for inspection.

It will take a day for the test to be issued electronically.

Jiang Hexi was sitting uncomfortably in the living room.

She counted the minutes as they passed. She had no appetite for anything and no interest in doing anything. She was in great anxiety and couldn't extricate herself.

Apart from her, no one else was much better.

Chu Yang drank water over and over again, and went to the toilet over and over again, over and over again.

Yu Xiangwan found the crochet hook and yarn from somewhere, and started knitting a scarf while sitting on the sofa. She kept making mistakes and had to undo the stitches and start over, but after most of the day she didn't come up with any new patterns.

The other three men sat around the coffee table drinking tea from morning to afternoon, and they drank three pots of tea in total.

In the end, Jiang Hexi couldn't hold back his anger anymore and stood up suddenly from his chair.

"I really can't stand it any longer. I have to go to the entrance of the research center to wait for the results. Who will come with me?"

"Sister, I'll go with you."

Chu Yang was the first and only one to respond to her.

The two men walked out in a hurry, and when they started the van and were about to drive out, the remaining four people came over one after another, opened the door, and squeezed in one by one to sit in the car.

Jiang Hexi glanced at them with disdain in the rearview mirror, started the car, and drove towards the city in the howling autumn wind.

When the group arrived at the research center, the test results had not yet come out.

They each sat on a bench at the door of the laboratory.

Whenever a researcher in white clothes walked past them, they all looked up and scanned the person's body with their eyes in unison. Only after the person had gone away did they withdraw their gazes and continue waiting.

Such a huge momentum forced the laboratory researchers to give priority to testing their sorghum and strive to get the test results as soon as possible so that they could give an explanation.

Jiang Hexi's uneasiness was only slightly relieved when he heard Shen Yingyu calculating the income from sorghum over and over again.

"Dayu, calculate the benefits again. I want to hear it."

Shen Yingyu said tirelessly:

"We planted 600 mu of sorghum. If we calculate based on an average yield of 600 kilograms per mu, the average price given by the winery is 2.15 yuan. How much is it in total?"

"I'm too lazy to calculate, just tell me."

"Seven hundred and seventy-four thousand."

This number is enough to comfort every farmer present.

Jiang Hexi sat on the bench, put his hands together against his forehead, and prayed devoutly.

The door of the laboratory was pushed open with a "creaky" sound, and she stood up reflexively.

“Is it…coming out?”

"The results of the project called The Sorghum Field of the Five Chaebols are out."

The researcher was holding the freshly-made test report and saw that everyone sitting on the bench straightened their backs and looked at him with sharp eyes. He suddenly felt a lot of pressure.

"Do you want to hear the best test results or the worst ones?"

Yan Jie said steadily, "The worst possible outcome."

The researcher took out the second list and read out:

"Results of sampling No. 02: The color, smell and appearance of red tassel sorghum are qualified, the moisture content of sorghum is 15.1%, the glutinous quality is 97.3%, the imperfection rate is 0.7%, and the impurity rate is 0.87%. It meets the grain collection standards of the winery. Congratulations."

Chu Yang screamed and jumped up from the bench. After realizing that he had lost his composure, he covered his mouth tightly and threw himself into Shen Yingyu's arms.

Yu Xiangwan leaned against the wall, unable to stop laughing.

Only Jiang Hexi stood quietly in the aisle, not moving at all.

Yan Jie saw that her hands were tightly clasped together. He walked behind her, raised his hand to stroke her short hair, and said comfortingly:

"Okay, stop crying."

She lowered her head, and two lines of hot tears fell to the ground.