The mill is in the courtyard of the production team, and the team site is a straight-barreled house, with a slippery earthen kang and a spacious ground, which is the place where the group used to eat.

It is also a place to eat collectively during the busy farming season, a meeting place for the team and a place for cats to work in winter.

On the east side of the house were stone troughs at the base of the wall, and rows of low adobe stones were the homes of the cows and donkeys in the team.

Usually, there is an old man surnamed Ma who lives here to manage and work for the production team. The old man is dry-looking, and often has an old face.

That serious look has a fight with Captain Ma, but he is a good person, although he loves to be more serious, but he also loves to pay attention to everything fair and just, of course, he is indispensable to a warm-hearted person, who is in a hurry to leave the mill for a while, he will occasionally help.

The outermost two unlocked adobe huts were the mills, in which there were large grinding pans and stone stones, and nothing else to attract them.

But every family can't fall here all year round, there are always people who have to grind food, and there are always times when they are in a hurry to leave, so they also owe each other a lot of favors.

I don't know if it's for this reason, the people of Tunli, regardless of old and young, all call him Ma Sanye when they meet each other, and they don't know what kind of generation this belongs to.

Before dawn broke here, the sound of stone stones running over the millstone came from the low wooden door, mixed with the shouting of Ma Sanye to the little donkey.

Originally, this was the property of the production team, for public use, almost no one managed it, and there was no need to manage it, and whoever wanted to grind rice and flour would go straight to it, without greeting anyone or paying anyone for it.

In this way, there are always moments of conflict.

But since Ma Sanye was stationed in the courtyard, the situation has been different.

When there were many people, he threw the noodle bag into the mill and said hello to him, and the people went home first to do other things, and then used them themselves when others ran out.

Sometimes, when the man of which family is not at home and needs to grind the noodles, as long as the woman squeaks, Ma Sanye will always help grind it, without too many words and no payment, just like pulling a family routine.

Therefore, the villagers in Tunli gradually got along very harmoniously, and no one would fight again because of the use of the mill, and whoever was in a hurry would use it first.

For example, at this moment, from Ma Sanye's shouting, you can understand that this old man is kind again.

As soon as Guan Youshou entered, he saw that the little donkey covered with black cloth was being put on a grinding frame, but he was motionless, and he let out a hearty laugh.

"Third master, why did you offend this little guy and actually come against you?"

Ma Sanye patted the little donkey's head with a smile in his eyes, "I get along with people a lot, and I have become smarter." Hurry up and finish your work, I'll give you some extra food. ”

It's also weird.

As soon as Ma Sanye said this, the little donkey, who was pouting his hind legs and didn't want to move a cloth, actually arched his head towards his body, and then began to walk around the mill in a circle.

Two young people who came in advance and an aunt who were about the same age as Guan Youshou were waiting to roll noodles, and they all smiled more or less when they saw this.

Everyone is in a tun, they know each other, and when they see that they can't take their turn for a while, they start to talk about your east sentence and my west sentence.

"Third child, why did you hear that you broke up last night?"

"Hey, you don't need to ask, didn't you see that it's still before dawn, and both of them are coming together?"

There is nothing bad about this rumor, Guan Youshou nodded noncommittally when he heard this,

"When do you get up?"

Guan Youshou quipped, "You lend me some money first, and you'll get up tomorrow." ”

"Third Brother Guan, I'm waiting for the famine. If you turn around and shout, I won't go to work and run over to help. ”

"Hey, why didn't you say it earlier? Third brother, hurry up and let this guy go to fight adobe today. ”

"Okay, have you set the ground?

Guan Youshou walked to the side with them and chatted, while Ye Xiuhe told her daughter not to lean forward, be careful of being kicked by a donkey, and come to the eldest aunt in front to help.

"Aunt Quan, are you coming here today?"

"Haha...... Why, it's your uncle who believes that he will come back today. It's not a rare time for him to come back and give him a good one. Are you going to go it all by yourself?"

"Well, that. Didn't my uncle not ask for leave when he was busy with farming in previous years?"

Guan Ping'an, who was standing near the door, heard Ye Xiuhe say this, stood on tiptoe curiously, stretched out his little head and looked at the other party who was straightening up.

Like her mother, the woman, whom she should call her grandmother, also wore a square scarf on her head, but she wore an apron on her body, and she was only in her thirties and forties.

Under the dim oil lamp, Guan Ping'an finally saw this face - this is the famous half of the household Ma Qingquan's mother-in-law and aunt in Tunli.

What is a half-side household?

That is, one of them is eating public food, and the other is a family in his hometown. Ma Zhenquan is said to be a coal digging worker in a neighboring city.

Now his eldest son has followed his father and become a coal digger, and the remaining children follow their mother to live in the commune and go to school.

At this moment, as the little donkey walked around the big mill in a circle, the stone stone slowly turned on the mill, and the gray wheat flour fell from the groove of the stone mill.

In Tunli, it is not the New Year's Day, and the people who can eat flour on ordinary days, it seems that this coal digger has indeed lived a good life as those women in Tunli said.

"Haha...... He?" Aunt Quan couldn't hide her excitement on her face, "This time my father celebrated his birthday, and he specially asked for leave from the unit." ”

"Then you'll have to give my uncle something to eat. Ye Xiuhe smiled in agreement when she heard this, and she didn't try to expose the other party's lies.

Ma Zhenquan's father and mother have long been gone, and the father that the other party said is nothing more than his father-in-law. When is an old father-in-law's birthday worth making such a fuss?

With the little donkey grinding not only saves a lot of trouble, but also the speed is a lot faster, otherwise the rations of every household will rely on manpower to push and grind, the big stone mill is still dead and heavy, like Aunt Quan, not to mention working in the field, I am afraid that when her man comes back, she will have to catch blind.

It stands to reason that during the spring ploughing period and during the busy farming period, the donkeys and cattle were used for other purposes, such as the mill of the production team of Wangjiazhuang next door.

Their captain stipulated that they were not allowed to use livestock during this period, and if they wanted to grind noodles, they had to rely on manpower if they wanted to have enough to eat, or they would send them to a mill that specialized in collecting processing fees.

From this point of view, Houtun is more humane than Qiantun, and the team cadres mainly based on Ma Qingguo are really good, otherwise everyone should be so tired.

Of course, the little donkey is also a precious thing, and it is the turn to grind the sweet potato, and the young man behind him takes advantage of it to take a slow breath, and cleans up the grinding disc a little, stirs the dried sweet potato soaked in the basin a few times, and brings it to the grinding disc with all his might, and the people around him help pick up the spoon and often feed two spoonfuls of material in the grinding eye, and he himself holds the grinding stick to push the grinding disc, the stone grinding disc squeaks and turns, and the batter paste flows out along the grinding disc.

The cadres of the team talked about human feelings, and the members at the bottom were also convinced, no wonder her father said that the villagers of Maliutun were simple and bright, and this place was good......