The outside world is disturbing, whether it is Ye Xiuhe, Guan Youshou, or Guan Tianyou and Qi Jingnian, they all can't wait to hold on, and they have nothing to do with Guan Ping'an.

Actually, they really misunderstood. If it weren't for her Lao Tzu in Lingnan before, see if she would have go?

Guan Ping'an also knew what her family was worried about her, so she once again explained her good work and rest habits as soon as she spent the winter.

After Laba is the New Year.

This year's Laba is even more symbolic for Guan Ping'an. Her catastrophe has passed this day, hehe, to celebrate.

"Daddy, you haven't had a holiday yet?"

"It's coming. ”

If Guan Ping'an is concerned, she can't go to college. I work blindly all day long, and I don't know what I'm busy with, so it's better to accompany her daughter, a girl, to copy books and study at home.

"Do you need to give New Year's gifts to your teachers?" It stands to reason that it is not necessary, but Guan Ping'an still has to ask again, who knows if there is a person who has the right appetite for her Lao Tzu.

For example, this teacher's family is in dire straits, for example, the teacher is sad about the New Year~ This situation is not nothing, before an old professor in her father's school caught fire in the backyard.

Guan Youshou shook his head.

"Daddy is trying to tell me something?"

"That's a lot. ”

"Say it slowly, don't rush. After Guan Ping'an finished speaking, seeing that her Lao Tzu looked unspeakable, he grinned even more, "I'm very happy to be able to help my father." ”

"Good girl. ”

Good dad will definitely not return~ Guan Ping'an, who tilted his head, touched his chin and looked at her Lao Tzu, "Do you want me not to sell things first, or do you want to donate something?"

Guan Youshou snorted and pouted his daughter's head, "Help my father plant a batch of budding rice and sweet potatoes." Don't feed the pigs for the sake of rice bran, Dad wants you to play a big sum this time. ”

"Huh?"

"You'll understand later. ”

No, it's not right, how many times has she said that she doesn't have to work hard to farm in the little gourd, but what does her father say every time?

No way!

There is not even room for negotiation.

But since her father said that she would understand in the future, then she would not break the casserole and ask to the end. After all, what can impress her father to use the little gourd is nothing more than doing good deeds.

Grow a batch of bud rice sweet potatoes?

Guan Ping'an doesn't know how much her father so-called planting a batch, but there is nothing wrong with planting a batch of buds and a batch of sweet potatoes. To this end, she started work overnight.

The times have been developing, and her gourd immortal residence will naturally have to develop as well. But she didn't want to do anything like spilling blood or growing teeth.

People are expensive in satisfaction.

Fortunately, her father didn't know about those rice brans, if she controlled her mind and directed the rice in the rice field to separate into rice bran and white rice, she would really be brain-pumping~

What's more, this rice is not like budding rice, directing them to fall in the yard one by one with their sticks to dry, and then throw them or two to thresh successfully.

She would rather control her mental power to untie the wood and dissolve it into wooden planks than separate the rice, and she would rather control the mental power to kill the pig than to separate the rice.

Dead troublesome ~

"Okay, it's going to take three months at the earliest, is it too late?"

"Almost. Pay attention to fatigue, and you can understand it in moderation?"

"Yes. ”

The original rice mill is still the same rice mill. It's just that after many years, the original person in charge and the honest young man are long gone.

In the middle of the night, as soon as I walked into this workshop, the machine was still roaring. Among them, there is a machine that is more than one meter tall and two meters long.

This is the machine she was looking for tonight - the rice mill. It has three inlets and outlets, one for rice, one for rice, and one for bran.

The first to discover Guan Ping'an was an old man who was still in good spirits in his fifties, patted the dust on his hands, and walked out with a golden knife.

"Little comrade, what do you want?"

Guan Ping'an smiled slightly, "Old man, look at how much time it takes to grind these bags in the car, I want to rush back before dawn, please do me a favor." ”

The old man looked at the sack on the cart, "Our rule here is that the first come, first come, first run, why do you have to wait for four or five hours?" ”

Isn't that dawn?

What's more, the reason why she pushed the cart over was not just for the three sacks of rice. Guan Ping'an took out the certificate and begged softly, and then added the processing fee.

Fortunately, this old man surnamed Zhou is also a bold person, and after a little hesitation, he may have watched the "young man" of the other family also boldly squeeze out his share of the rice sold to him, and he agreed.

Machines are much faster than pure human labor.

Last time, Guan Ping'an calculated that this machine only needed half an hour and a maximum of 20 minutes to shell 100 catties of rice into rice grains.

In order to complete the task and rush home as soon as possible, after Guan Ping'an came back this time and pulled two pallet trucks, she personally stepped forward to help move the rice into the rice mill.

With this night's contact, Guan Ping'an made another appointment for the next night. Taking advantage of the two nights when Qi Jingnian returned to the compound, she boldly did another one.

Bran?

Enough is definitely enough.

Of course, not enough, and she can't help it. After all, she is now grinding all the 3,000 catties of rice reserved for her own consumption in the small gourd warehouse.

In the end, she Guan Ping'an has never been a well-behaved character. Naturally, the rice was brewed, and the 1,000 catties of wheat that were also reserved for reserve in the warehouse were also milled into fine noodles.

The only thing that makes her regret is that she threw away all the coarse grains before, otherwise with the cooperation of Comrade Lao Zhou, she would definitely be able to anticipate and prepare her father's task.

Although I don't know why her father even wants rice bran this time, he never asks for fine grains, but I'm afraid that the amount of coarse grains he wants is as much as possible.

Ready for this part, Guan Ping'an retracted into the backyard again.

The old rule, the time to give New Year's gifts has arrived~

Her five or six hundred catties of brown sugar still didn't find an excuse to take it out. However, she also sent a lot of them home one after another on the way.

A lot of definitions are that at this moment, her mother is dazzled. No, after her mother came back from work, it's ten o'clock now, and she's still picking.

Guan Ping'an has to look at this hard work~

He put it on and took it down, and when he took it off, he put it up, and he put it in one house and picked it out and put it in another. There are piles of piles on the kang and underground, and one accidentally steps on it.

"Mother, the more my grandmother's family has, who dares to blame you. ”

"No, go back and spread it, your milk will have to make trouble again. ”

Heh~ Is it really a joke for Grandpa Mei to repair Guan Shaokuan?Guan Ping'an smiled and shook his head, "Okay, you can do it." My aunt stopped there first. ”

"Why don't you send it all in one piece?"

"The New Year's gift is only for the girl's mother's family, how can there be a rule that the mother's family gives her first? Wait for a few days, I'm still waiting for my aunt's reply. ”

"That's a lot of tricks. Ye Xiuhe glared at her daughter with disgust, and she couldn't help but chuckle lightly, "Isn't this far away? ”

"The rules can't be broken. ”

"Okay, listen to my daughter. ”