Chapter 433: Beating Rice

Li Junge looked over and saw that it was a picture of a landscape lady, in the painting was a small pavilion by the river, a bottle of flower arrangement was placed on the stone table in the pavilion, and a woman in palace clothes was holding a branch of flowers, standing by the pavilion, talking to the little girl who came over with a small boat by the river, and her expression seemed to be a little disgusted.

The boat was a black canopy boat, and in front of it stood a lovely little girl, with a lively expression and a sly face, as if she was trying to justify herself.

In the distance, there is a light-colored landscape, and there are lines of flowers and trees of different shades in the landscape.

The woman in the palace is Ayin, and the little girl is Wang Meixian.

The painting is inscribed with a word: "The sound of silkworms is light from the sycamore, the east of the small pavilion, and the rain of several rings lives in the sky." The clouds are scattered, the crescent moon is light, and the late return to the canopy is remarkable, but it is a bay of crimson and light red. ”

Li Junge said with a smile: "Yo! There is growth, using the sound of nibbling mulberry leaves as a metaphor for the light rain hitting the sycamore, fresh and lovely, quite good, there is a little bit of the taste of Yi'an Jushi." ”

After speaking, he pointed to the last sentence: "This sentence is based on the famous sentence of the predecessors 'willing to love crimson and light red', which is also very natural, in line with the painting environment, and can be regarded as a fine product in the inscription." ”

The autumn girl praised her face and turned red: "Thank you Brother Erpi for your guidance, and the fourth grandfather, listening to his lectures during this time, I feel that I have grown a lot." ”

Ding Lao laughed: "It seems that Li Jiagou still has to come often, this holiday is so worthwhile, not to mention the autumn girl, even the four of us feel that we have benefited a lot, no, five, and Xu Si's kid!"

Li Junge turned his head: "Yo, where did Boss Xu go, and what about my mentor and senior brother?"

Ding Lao said: "Xu Si's kid met a girl named Xiaozhi today, and the two of them somehow talked about Master Guoshan, Xu Si said that he was going to leave tomorrow, and he wanted to talk to Master Guoshan again." I don't want to take your mentor and senior brother to the Dharma King Temple with that girl. ”

Qiu Yatou took out another painting and said to Li Junge: "Brother Erpi, please give me some advice on this painting as well." ”

Li Junge saw that it was the photo used when he chatted with Qiu Yatou on the mountain to write poems, and now it has been transcribed into a painting by Qiu Yatou, and the content of the inscription poem has also changed slightly, changing to "Bamboo rain and even window green, moss money rust stone blue." Lanfang Shu Yongday, banana leaves show empty garden. ”

Li Junge smiled, pointed to the first sentence and said, "Dividing words, how did you change them to even words?"

Qiu Yatou said worriedly: "Dividing words and even words are actually about the same, but I think dividing is a more straightforward action, and dividing the past little by little is more in line with the theme of 'slow change'." ”

Li Junge pointed to the second sentence again: "The grade character, why did it change to a stone character again?"

Qiu Yatou said: "Brother Erpi, I think the grade characters are a bit artificial, and it is more natural to use stone characters." ”

Li Junge smiled at the corner of his mouth and pointed to the third sentence: "What about this Shu character? We started with Shu characters, and then changed them to eliminate characters, why did you change them back again?"

Qiu Ya tilted her head and said, "You tell me, in addition to writing the diffuse state of orchid in the air, you can also elevate the direct perception of pure sight and smell to the experience of the soul, right?"

Li Junge said: "Yes, but why did you change it back again? There must be a reason, right?"

Qiu Yatou said: "Later, I thought that if I changed it like this, it was actually imposing my own feelings on the people who looked at the paintings, and I would rather them slowly experience this flavor from my paintings, rather than reading them directly from our poems, so I changed it back!"

Li Junge applauded and laughed: "Wonderful! Hahahaha, Elder Ding, congratulations on accepting such a disciple of Zhong Yu Lingxiu!"

Old man Ding was so happy next to him that his eyes narrowed, and he stroked his beard and couldn't help nodding.

After Li Junge finished laughing, he said to Qiu Yatou: "It seems that you have mastered the method of refining words I said. Let's not talk about whether the practice is good or not, just every time you change a word, you can say a reason, and this direction is right! Just work hard like this, usually skip any good sentence in your heart, write it down in your notebook, and when you have time, you can use it as your eye and learn to expand it into a poem, this method can get twice the result with half the effort. ”

"When you become proficient in the technique, you have to gradually condense it into your own style, well......"

After speaking, he pointed to the little word just now: "This style is good, this is a work accumulated by your life experience, life experience, and daily feelings." ”

"'Words are the voice of the heart', this is something that belongs to oneself, it is easy to come by like picking up grass mustard, and forcibly imitating the words of others, then it is as laborious as moving Mount Tai. Girl, you've already entered the house, keep up the good work!"

Old man Ding took the four bags tied together, and said with a smile: "Piwa, I said that we would each give you a painting, but you ran faster than the wind last time!"

Wu Meixian smiled: "Don't worry, I won't let you compose poetry this time!"

Li Junge hurriedly stretched out his hand and took it: "I'm really grateful, thank you, thank you!"

Coming out of the wooden building, Aunt Bai said, "Piwa, your Chinese paintings are a bit like our foreign watercolors. ”

Li Junge said with a smile: "Well, it looks almost the same, but it's actually different, from the use of paper, pen, paint, design, thought, composition, aesthetics, perspective, techniques, concepts, post-processing, it is completely two different methods." ”

"Just from the line of the pen, Chinese like to calligraphy picturesque, to thickness, slow, frustration, turn, square, round, start, flying white, dry and wet...... There are certain rules; not only must have the aesthetics of calligraphy, but also conform to the artistic conception in the painting; good Chinese painting, like calligraphy, can not only be appreciated as a whole, but also can be savored by each flower and character, and even one stroke at a time, this kind of interest cannot be experienced in Western watercolor painting. ”

Talking like this, Li Junge sent the five-person group to the ancestral hall, and then said to them: "Everyone is tired today, and tomorrow we will start drying the grain, so we must also come early!"

The next day, Li Junge went to the wooden building first, and sent away the four elders of the Jiazhou painting school, Qiu Yatou, Xu Si, and Xiaozhi, and set off together, as well as Zhao Huaqiang, the third college student in Lijiagou.

Before leaving, Zhao Huaqiang said to Li Junge: "Brother Erpi, I also made a set according to the system of Grandpa Yu's frog farm, but it is a simplified version, at present, there is only temperature control, humidity reminder, food reminder, drinking water reminder, and Brother Guanhai, connected to the food trough and water pipe, which has been installed in the rat farm, and Brother He Miao will use it." ”

After that, he said, "This is the first version that works." It's very simple, and it's still far from the system of the Agricultural University. ”

Li Junge patted him on the shoulder and said: "It's not easy, you've only been in use for two months, I'll definitely go and see it when I have time! Interest is the best enlightenment, the best mentor in practice, and there are many places where you can use this system, such as orchid farms, such as fish ponds, and then there is a big pig farm, when the time comes, you can also study and study the equipment and programs of the Dutch, and there is room for display!"

Sending everyone home, the five-person group had already eaten breakfast and was ready to work.

Each person was handed two baskets of taro dumplings, and the three of them picked out the rice in the hall and poured it on the open dam.

The grandmother instructed Aunt Bai and the two sisters to take a rake to scrape the rice flat and dry.

In the middle, pick out the larger straw in the middle.

After three days of drying, the moisture content of the rice begins to become suitable, and when it is windy, it is ready to be raised.

Before raising the field, it is necessary to pass the preliminary screening, and sieve the dust and mud of some large straw stalks that cannot be blown away by the wind, leaving only those and grains that can be blown away by the wind.

When raising the field, you must stand in the downwind outlet, that is, the direction of the person coming from the wind, so that the grain that is lifted out to the side will be blown back to the side by the wind, and the weed dust and ash will be carried by the wind to the rear of the person.

Things are good and people suffer.

The three of them were covered with scarves and straw hats, and at the end of the day, they still became three natives, sweat drew out one by one on their faces, and their eyelashes were full of ash.

Aunt Bai and the two sisters also worked hard, and their hands were blistered through the sieve.

However, when the clean grains were collected, everyone was still very happy, because tomorrow we can start beating rice.

Not to mention the snail-like progress of Li Junge and a few people, the thousands of acres of terraced fields have been in full swing these days.

It was full of agricultural machinery, and the terraced fields started at the foot of the mountain and went up, and in a few days they had already harvested two-thirds of it.

Then the first batch of harvested rice, after drying, has been beaten into rice bags, Wuxi No. 1's recent task, in addition to pulling materials from Jiachuan, is to transport rice and lychees.

Ayin and Liang Huili and Wang Jixing have all set up a hotline, and at least five or six calls a day are in contact.

However, Li Junge was already stunned, but he felt uncomfortable when he got the rice out today.

Early in the morning, Li Junge set up the grinding plate, and his grandmother instructed him to turn out a big fader from the top of the pigsty shed and replace the fader of the old stone mill at home.

Then set up a shelf and hang a large dustpan, which is used to shake the rice at the end.

When the group of five came, Li Junge picked out a load of millet and said, "If you beat out this hundred catties of millet today, it will be considered a complete merit!"

Zongba was not convinced: "It's only one-tenth, why don't we do more?"

Li Junge said with a smile: "It's enough to beat a hundred catties at a time, once the rice is husked, it loses its activity, and it is not as convenient to preserve as millet." When you leave Lijiagou, you will beat these grains into rice. So you can take it back to the United States. Now, let's get some new rice and try it. ”

Alice held the purple red rice and put it on the tip of her nose to smell: "Well, there is the aroma of rice, and the smell of sunshine, hurry up and do it, I can't wait." ”

Still the commander-in-chief of her grandmother, Alice sent the rice into the wind dustpan, and the rice dumplings shook the iron handle vigorously to turn the wind blades, blowing off the remaining deflated husks after the lifting field.

Then Aunt Bai sent the millet into the hole of the rice seed, and Li Junge began to push the rice seed.

When the rice was crushed by the bamboo teeth of the rice and the rice grains were separated from the chaff, the grandmother took a broom and swept the mixture of the husk and rice into the basket along the trench beside the rice basket while directing the group to work.

Alice then sent them into a dustpan, which separates the chaff from the brown rice by the wind.