Ma Huien: "The white-haired grandmother has so much food?"

Lamei: "I've asked, yes." You don't have to worry about the food, I want another 300 catties, everything will be left in the room, and the room will be arranged. ”

Lamei also did this for the sake of her mother. The last time I built the north house, due to the large number of people who came, the long battle line, and the tight money I had, I didn't have too much wealth, and my parents were in a mess.

This time, I had money and food in my hands, so I prepared more and handed it all over to the team's canteen, which also saved my mother from worrying and laborious.

"This feeling is good!" Ma Huien was so moved that tears rolled in her eyes: "Lamei, thank you for me, thank you to the white-haired grandmother!"

Lamei: "Godmother, you're okay!" walked to the back person, flashed into the space passage, and came to the past life and the modern age.

Thanks to the fact that there was a rice and flour processing office in Wangdian Village in the modern era in the previous life, Lamei borrowed a tricycle from Wang Guiyong, and in order to move it, she packed 300 catties of corn into ten woven bags, and it was processed after a while there.

In the passage of space, the cornmeal was put into six cloth bags and placed in the west ear house where his parents' house was a miscellaneous item.

The reason why it is changed back and forth is because in the past life, modern people no longer use cloth bags, and they all use woven bags to store raw grain.

In reality, people don't know what woven bags are, and they use their own coarse cloth bags. Only the public noodle bags are made in the market. The white-haired grandmother is a god, and it makes sense to use the city cloth.

Lamei flashed out of space on her back and came to Ma Huien: "Godmother, the white-haired grandmother has already given it, saying that it is left in the West Ear House, you go and take a look." ”

When Ma Huien got there, he saw that there were six bulging bags of noodles. When you untie it, it's all cornmeal. I touched it with my hand, and the cornmeal was still warm - because of the short time, the cornmeal was still hot with the machine.

"Why is it still hot?" said Ma Huien in amazement.

Aunt Jing Huangai, Zheng Cunliang's mother Qu Xijing, and Aunt Feng's Xue Honglian heard about it and came to touch it.

"Hey, really, it feels a little hot when you put it in your hands. Qu Xijing said in surprise: "Could it be that the white-haired grandmother just rolled it?"

Jing Huangai: "It's not so hot when it just rolled?"

"Ask Lamei, let's see if Lamei knows?" Xue Honglian immediately called Lamei over: "Why is the white-haired grandmother's cornmeal so hot?"

Lamei shook her head and said, "I don't know." The white-haired grandmother told me that it was ready, and I hadn't even seen it. ”

Hey, look at this little lie!

Jing Huan thought about it for a while, and said smartly: "It must be the cornmeal given by the white-haired grandmother, this is it, we didn't touch it at first in the past, and it was cold when we used it." ”

Lamei laughed secretly in her heart, called Ma Huien aside, and whispered, "Godmother, you have to tell the captain." The white-haired grandmother is for you, and doing so will also show that you are kind!"

"I'll go and say!" Wang Changsuo said happily: "The white-haired grandmother is so good to our family, these more than 500 catties of cornmeal, let's hand them all over to the team, so that everyone on the team will be stained with the light of the white-haired grandmother!"

Wang Guilan was also very happy when she heard this: more than 500 catties of cornmeal, and the people in the team are rich and rich for a day. With pure grain meals for this day, the people of Team Eleven can last for a few days.

As a result, the private work of a family has become an activity on the production team. Except for a few semi-laborers and auxiliary laborers who coped with the farm work on the team, the rest all participated in the debilitating!

Last night I had made a pile of dirt for six people. At once, the number of people increased several times, and everyone had to carry the earth again, carrying water, straw, and mud.

It turns out that the mud of the blank is to be stuffed in advance, so that the soil can fully absorb the water, and it is easy to get up the mud the next day, and it is "cooked" quickly!

Time was tight and there was a lot of labor, so everyone had to divide into several groups, and the soil, wheat straw, water and mud were raised.

As usual. After mixing soil, wheat straw and water together, it will be stuffy for a while, and then it will be poured back and forth with three teeth. Pour from here to there, and then from that side to this side, pour a few pieces, and the mud will be cooked.

Since I didn't expect so many people to come, I only had six of them for breakfast, and the rest of the people's breakfast was gruel in the cafeteria, a nest head just enough to stuff their teeth. Coupled with the long-term lack of nutrition, after a few or three teeth, I sweated profusely, and one or three teeth were planed down, and less than half of the mud was entered.

"Let's kick!" someone suggested.

"Okay!"

So people took off their shoes, pulled up their trouser legs, and went down to the mud and kicked them up.

There is no way to do it, because people know that there are not many people who can move their wheels. It's different with kicking, using your own weight, kicking down with one kick, you can also cook the mud.

Peeling and mud is the key, the mud must be cooked and even, not clamped, and the blank will be strong.

However, people underestimate the hardships of kicking in the mud (in fact, underestimating the weakness of their own bodies) and kick them down. Not to mention the roots of wheat straw, if you want to lift your feet out of the thick mud that has no calves, you have to exert all your strength.

After kicking a few times, he was out of breath and his body shook violently. In order to prevent falling, two or three people hold each other's shoulders and kick together.

Lamei saw all this in her eyes, and suspected that she was wrong to encourage her father to take off the blank. I only thought of making people work hard to eat a full meal, but I didn't expect that people's physique was already very weak and couldn't bear such hard labor!

People have already started up, and it is too late to regret it, and the only remedy is to give people something to eat - replenish energy!

The nests in the cafeteria can't be steamed until noon, and this can't be expected. Then go to the past life and buy steamed buns in modern times.

In the previous life, there was a steamed bun house in modern Wangdian Village, and this point has been steamed.

Lamei came from the space passage to the past life and the modern age.

Fortunately, Wang Guiyong's tricycle has not been sent back, and he pushed it to the steamed bun house.

The steamed buns are made by machine, and the size and style are exactly the same, four pounds.

Lamei asked for fifty catties and filled ten plastic food bags.

Lamei often rushes to Wangdian's market, and she can't stop meeting people, and people know that she is the child of Wang Guiyong's house.

The boss was very happy to buy a lot of steamed buns, and the plastic food bags were double-layered, and he personally put Lamei on the tricycle.

Lamei didn't dare to put the steamed buns directly on the construction site. Like the cornmeal, it was placed at the house of his mother, Ma Huien, and then his mother was called back and asked to use a small cart to deliver it to the people who had taken off the blanks.

Ma Huien understood it, knowing that it was sent by a white-haired grandmother, and also knew that the people who took off the blank were hungry for half of their intestines to take off the blank, where did they dare to slack off, so they immediately put the steamed buns in their own dustpan and pushed them to the construction site with a small cart.

A bucket of boiled water was also sent from the room. Two large stacks of eating bowls allow everyone to moisten their throats while eating steamed buns.