The farmhouse's fierce wife is the master of the house

Chapter 216 Fortunately, I am not illiterate
The next day, Ye Dasong really came.But he didn't get up early in the morning, but came around noon.

Ye Xiangchun was not at home at that time, and was distributing steamed buns in the field.

She took time to go back in the afternoon to take a look, only to find that the stone mill had been repaired and a new push handle had been replaced.

Ye Dasong has already gone back, but Jing Yu is pushing the stone mill.

Jingyu only had a fever for one day, and Ye Xiangchun was afraid that he would not recover quickly, so he insisted on letting him rest at home.It turned out that he was struggling to push the millstone around in circles.

"Hey, you brat is really capable." Ye Xiangchun came over and grabbed Jing Yu beside him, first touched his forehead to test his temperature, and then wiped his sweat away with his sleeve.

Jing Yu pursed her lips and smiled, her face flushed from exertion looked like a flower.

"Xiaoyu, have I ever praised you for being beautiful?" Ye Xiangchun looked at Jingyu, who had white teeth and red lips, and felt that this boy would be a handsome boy when he grew up.

Jing Yu was stunned for a while, feeling a little embarrassed.

Ye Xiangchun took out a steamed bun and said, "I brought you food back. After eating, I'll go to the farm with me. I said, I won't let you idle when you're well."

Jing Yu smiled, picked up the steamed buns and sat aside to eat.

Ye Xiangchun took over the pusher of the millstone and tried to push it a few times.

The stone grinding is not tightly occluded, and it is not too strenuous to push.Some of the milled grain stalks are flakes, some are lumps, and some are extruded into strips.

But as long as the sugar inside is squeezed out after the wall is broken, it will have the same effect when it is green storage, and it doesn't matter whether the appearance is good-looking or not.

Ye Xiangchun collected the crushed grain stalks and filled them into the pit in the backyard.

The progress of smashing was really not fast enough, so it barely filled a pit.

Ye Xiangchun plans to cover the pit tonight and just wait for fermentation.

Ye Xiangchun took Jing Yu back to Wang Laizi's house first, and had to deliver water once in the afternoon.

In fact, Jing Yu couldn't help much, but Ye Xiangchun didn't want to leave Jing Yu at home alone.His illness has just recovered, and Ye Xiangchun is afraid that he will be really tired at home by pushing the stone mill.

The four children of Wang Zizi's family were all in the yard, and Man Bao was still holding a book in his hand, looking at it solemnly.

Ye Xiangchun's eyes lit up all of a sudden, and he made up his mind and asked, "Man Bao, are you reading a book? What book, can you let me read it?"

Ye Xiangchun never knew what the superficial ancient characters looked like, and she was afraid that she would become illiterate.

So when she took the book that Man Bao handed over, she felt really nervous.

The book is a booklet of thread staples, a small book of picture books.It is similar to modern comic books and illustrations, except that the painting skills are more abstract.

Ye Xiangchun combined the content of the picture, paid special attention to the words on it, and was pleasantly surprised to find that he knew most of the words.The ones I don’t know are relatively uncommon traditional characters.

Ye Xiangchun secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he could find some books to read, and soon he would lose the title of being illiterate.

Seeing Ye Xiangchun flipping through the book page by page, Man Bao asked curiously, "Auntie, can you read? What stories are told in this book?"

Ye Xiangchun stalked for a moment, raised his head and asked Man Bao: "You can't read, but only look at pictures?"

Man Bao nodded: "Well, my father asked me to look at the pictures first, and then he taught me how to read."

"So, Brother Wang knows how to read?" Ye Xiangchun felt stupid after finishing speaking. Cripple Wang can keep accounts, so how can he not know how to read?

(End of this chapter)