cannon fodder love

Chapter 152 The Dream of Dwelling 14
When the work in the field was done, my father went to work.

Today is the last day of the holiday. An Yanbing wanted to have a good day, but her mother took out a sieve and a dustpan.

An Yanbing didn't know what these were useful for, so she looked at them curiously.

I saw my mother pour some wheat in the sieve and shake it in circles, pulsating up and down to sift out the small stones and sand in the wheat.

Then use a dustpan to remove the soil and deflated seeds in the wheat, and finally clean the wheat.

When it was drying again, my mother put the wheat into sacks and said a few words to my sister.

"Yan Bing, come with me." My sister walked into the room and called out An Yan Bing who was reading a book.

"Second sister, what are we going to do?" Seeing her sister pushing a shelf cart with a bag of wheat on it, An Yanbing was a little puzzled.

"Go to grind the flour, the flour at home is out." My sister said.

"Grind flour?" An Yanbing became interested. In the past, her sister followed her mother to go, and she still didn't know how the flour came from.

My sister pulled the car, turned two corners, and came to the noodle mill.

There were two more in front of them. The people in the noodle mill lifted the wheat and weighed it, then put the wheat aside and lined up.

An Yanbing looked at the flour mill curiously. It seemed that two different machines were connected. The wheat poured down from one hopper, and after a series of processes, it leaked out from the hopper of the other machine.

The positions of the two funnels are different, one is on the top and the other is on the bottom, and there is another funnel in the middle, which is for bran leakage.

An Yanbing looked at it for a while, but didn't understand, so she walked into the backyard of the mill, and saw several pigs raised in the backyard, all of them were fat and sturdy.

It is conceivable that the feed for pigs should be left out of the flour mill.

"Yan Bing, it's our turn, come help." My sister called her from the front.

An Yanbing walked into the noodle mill room, and her sister gave her a bag and asked her to stand in the middle of the machine, propping up the bag to pick up the bran.

The elder sister poured the wheat into the funnel, watching the wheat run in the machine, An Yanbing felt a little emotional, if there were no such machines, how would people use to grind flour?
"Yanbing, quickly pick up Fuzi." Seeing her standing there distracted, her sister hastily reminded her.

It turned out that the flour milling had ended and the glutinous rice came down, so An Yanbing hurriedly stretched out her pocket to catch the glutinous rice.

"Sister, what are you doing?" An Yanbing put the bran aside, saw her sister was stirring the flour with a wooden shovel, she didn't understand.

"Mix the black flour that flows down at the end with the flour, and then pack it into a bag." My sister explained.

After repeated stirring, it was confirmed that it was well mixed, and then my sister asked An Yanbing to hold up the bag, and she used a wooden shovel to hold the bag and pour the flour.

The two returned home with a shelf cart, and the mother brought the flour to a big urn, lifted the lid of the urn, and the mother poured the flour into the urn.

After finishing all this work, my mother came to the living room with the bran, poured some bran on the ground, poured some bran, added some pig feed, and stirred it with a shovel.

An Yanbing understands this, this is for pigs and chickens, and the mother also prepares it herself, so the cost is lower.

After finishing all this work, it was already four o'clock in the afternoon. Seeing that the day was coming to an end, An Yanbing was about to leave, but her mother took out a big watermelon and asked a few people to eat it.

The family conditions are not very good. In summer, I don’t eat much watermelon. For some reason, my mother bought a big watermelon today.

"Mom, is there any happy event?" Looking at the smile on the mother's face, the elder sister asked suspiciously.

"What's the matter? Buying a watermelon is a happy event. I just sold the eggs at home, and I am very happy. Children, eat quickly." The mother handed the cut watermelon to the younger brother first.

Several people picked up the watermelon to eat, and the mother ate a few pieces and went to the kitchen to cook.

At this time, there were several children talking at the door of the house. The one-year-old brother picked up a piece of watermelon and came to the door of the house.

An Yanbing also came to the door of the house with a piece of watermelon, and saw a few little boys holding a stack of thick paper in their hands, and they were shooting there. If the paper can be turned over, it is considered a win.

An Yanbing has never seen this kind of game before, she looked it up in the book, it seems to be called patting bread, folded bread.

Several boys played very well, one boy was holding a thick stack in his hand, which he won, while the other boy was crying, and only one or two lost in his hand.

The younger brother also wants to play, but he is too young, no one wants to play with him, and the younger brother is anxious to cry.

"Brother, I'll play with you." An Yanbing hurriedly coaxed him.

I took my younger brother to the room, found out the waste homework and started folding paper bread.

Holding the folded paper, the two came to the courtyard and started playing in their own courtyard.

But my younger brother was too young, and couldn't flip the paper over after patting it on the ground a few times. Seeing that he was about to cry again, An Yanbing quietly used her spiritual power to help him.

"Brother, you have won." An Yanbing said with a smile.

The younger brother finally smiled happily, and the younger sister also came over, looking curiously.

"Children, it's time to eat." The mother called to the few people playing in the yard.

Several people washed their hands and came to the table. What caught An Yanbing's attention was the bowl of stir-fried dumplings. It was made by her mother at noon, and she specially put it on the plate for dinner.

Now the stir ball is cut into small pieces by the mother, and the juice made by the mother is especially delicious when poured on the stir ball.

A plate of cold and mixed dumplings was quickly eaten by several people. Seeing the children eating happily, the mother smiled.

"Second sister, our life is too monotonous. Do you want to sit at home and watch TV when you have nothing to do?" Back in the room, An Yanbing asked with a smile. She has money herself, but she dare not tell her family, and she is thinking about it. What an excuse to add a few things to your home.

"I want to watch TV, but our family has no money to buy it." My sister said dejectedly.

"Second Sister, we can earn money, and if we have money, we can buy a TV." An Yanbing continued to bewitch.

"Who wants a child to work, forget it."

"I heard that my fourth dad sells vegetables. I want to learn to sell vegetables from my fourth dad during the summer vacation." An Yanbing thought in her heart that selling vegetables was just an excuse she made, and she would find better ways to help the family get rich in the future.

"Yan Bing, can you sell vegetables?" My sister was a little tempted.

"Okay, sure, I'll find time to talk to my fourth dad."

"Second sister, you said that our family has money, what should we do first?"

"There are too few bedrooms in our house when we build a building. If we build a building, we will have one room for each of us..." The elder sister's eyes showed longing.

"Building? That's a good idea." An Yanbing had long wished that she could live alone, so that she would have more time to do what she wanted to do.

"Stop talking, go to sleep." My sister sighed softly and lay down on the bed.

"Sister, Li Minghui has been greedy for a lot of money, do you think you should fire him or not?" Zhiyue came to ask An Yanbing as soon as she entered the space.

"I signed a contract with him. Apart from being greedy, he is quite good at handling things. Zhiyue, go and scare him so that he won't dare to be greedy again. I believe you have the ability." An Yanbing thought to herself. Said for a while.

"Okay, I'll change him." Zhiyue said helplessly.

"Sister, come and see, the energy tree is blooming and bearing fruit." Xiaobai's excited voice came from not far away.

An Yanbing and Zhiyue came to the energy tree, and they saw seven fruits of different colors hanging on the tree, but the fruits were still very small and immature.

"Zhiyue, why do you think this fruit has seven colors?" An Yanbing was a little puzzled.

"I don't know, maybe the function is different..." Although Zhiyue has great wisdom, it also has things that it doesn't understand...

　Ordinary life of ordinary people
　　
　
(End of this chapter)