Looking at the rain curtain, Lamei suddenly had a bold idea: under the cover of the space passage, she braved the rain to break the ears of corn in the field, and then put them in the yard rented in her previous life to dry. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoThe corn in the field will rot sooner or later, so you can harvest one ear and pick one ear by yourself.

There was no need to worry about being caught breaking the flowers this time, because after the sunny day, no one paid any attention to the moldy and sprouted corn, even though they were huge, like big sticks!

Yes, if it doesn't rain, it's late after the sunny day, and the crops are over!

But this matter cannot be known to people, nor can Zheng Cunliang know. Zheng Cunliang guards himself during the day, which is a major obstacle to his own actions.

"I'm completely fine, you should go back too. Lamei couldn't help it, and finally said to Zheng Cunliang.

"What am I going to do when I go back? Anyway, it's fun to be here for you, how nice!" Zheng Cunliang said disapprovingly.

"I want to go to Xiaohua's house to see my little sister, I like her very much. ”

"I'll go too, let's go to her house together. ”

Hey! It's become a dog skin plaster, it's pasted, and it can't be removed!

"I don't think we can go together. Xiaohua and her grandmother don't want to see me, I'll take you there again, she will annoy me even more! Otherwise, I'll have time to go to your house. After all, this is the team site, so it's not good for you to live here permanently. ”

Zheng Cunliang didn't say anything more, so he had to reluctantly leave.

As soon as Zheng Cunliang left, Lamei was free. Flashed into the space passage, first went to the supermarket in the previous life to buy a children's poncho and a pair of children's rain boots, and then under the shroud of the space passage, headed towards the cornfield.

The spatial passage is immaterial, and Lamei also exists immaterial in it. Although the dirt road was muddy and even dripping with water, she couldn't feel it at all, and she still walked and cycled on it. And it doesn't get a little muddy water, and there are no traces left on the road.

But when she gets to the ground, she can't break the ears of corn, she can't grasp anything in the spatial passage, the ears of corn are like shadows, her hands can shuttle back and forth on them, and to break them down, she must go out of the spatial passage.

Wearing a poncho and long rain boots, Lamei flashed out of the spatial passage and broke the ears of corn in the rain in the cornfield. Break one off and throw one into the space passage.

The ears of corn are not easy to break, the rain has soaked the stalks of the ears of corn, and it is very difficult to break them, and some of the hands of the ears are painful, and they can't get down. Some ears of corn were taller than her, so she had to give up and break the ones that grew low and reached them herself.

Break it in the morning, and at noon, I travel to my previous life through the space passage and put it in my rented home. Fortunately, in reality, it was rainy, but in the previous life, the sun was shining.

Breaking corn is a hard work, although Lamei is an adult thinking, because the body is too small, there is no strong endurance. And she just had a high fever, and she didn't dare to work too hard. At home, in the field, running back and forth in the past life and this life, I can't get a lot in a day.

After two days of drying, my hands became foamy, and the tiger's mouth cracked, and when I touched the ears of corn, I was intently in pain.

But time is food, she was reluctant to rest, bought a pair of gloves to wear, and continued to break.

During the day, the ears of corn were broken, and at night they had to peel the corn in their previous life's house—the outer cob was peeled off and the inner ears were dried.

If you don't peel it, even if there is sunlight, the corn will be damaged because it is too wet inside the cob skin.

Although peeling corn is a sitting job, it is not easy, and it hurts to peel tired fingernails and wrists.

Lamei cut a bamboo skewer, cut the head of the ear of corn, and then pinched the skin and dragged it down. In this way, you don't need fingernails, and it saves a lot of effort.

Because the ears of corn were wet again, and the small hands of Lamei were soaked and white, and the blood blisters and cracks on them were one after the other, one after the other.

The crack was soaked in rainwater, and the skin of the flesh was turned outward, revealing the red flesh inside.

Lamei couldn't hold on anymore, so she gave herself a half-day off, rode a bicycle to the farmers' market in the county town of the previous life, and put dozens of ears of old corn on the table to sell.

"Selling old corn, the old varieties of small grains in the fifties and sixties of the last century, resistant to diseases and pests, the yield is not very high, can harvest six or seven hundred catties, but it is particularly delicious.

"Whether it is steaming the nest or cooking porridge, the aroma is overflowing when the pot is lifted, and it can be smelled in the alley. Come and buy it, all kinds of old corn that is not genetically modified and not hybridized from decades ago. Planting for one year can be kept every year, and it will never be degraded. ”

"Hey, you're a pretty good kid, you know what a hybrid is?" teased a passerby.

Lamei pursed her lips and smiled: "This uncle, to tell you the truth, I really don't know what a hybrid breed is." But I know that hybrid corn can only be planted for one generation, and the second generation will not grow ears.

"You can plant this one year after year, and I guarantee that there will be no reduction in yield. However, if you plant it for sale money, then you don't buy me, you buy hybrid seeds. I'm just selling this to people who grow it for themselves. ”

People laughed out loud.

"You little mouth, it's really a condescension to sell corn. Go to the store to sell brand-name clothes, a thousand children are eight hundred, you can raise a head two hundred, you can earn more than you sell corn. A man said.

Lamei smiled: "We are farmers, we eat the non-polluted food we grow, we don't have to get sick or see a doctor, what do we need so much money for."

"They earn a lot of money, and if they don't eat gutter oil and genetically modified food in restaurants, they can go from rich to poor with a serious illness. If they want to change it for me, I won't change it for them. ”

"Hey, this kid, it's not easy to have a brain. ”

"With this little mouth, we have to buy a few ears. ”

"How much is an ear?" someone asked.

Lamei: "When I was selling tender corn, someone ordered me to buy the goods, saying that the old corn would also be paid according to the tender corn, one dollar per ear. I'm happy in my heart today, and I'll sell it to you at a reduced price, five cents and one ear, how about it?"

"Five cents and one ear are expensive enough. Corn kernels are only a pound a piece. ”

Lamei: "Hybrid corn seeds are still 20 yuan a catty." These four or five ears can produce a pound of dry corn. Have fun!"

People laughed and praised, you buy a few ears, he buys a few ears, and those who have land at home almost reach out and buy them.

The old man who was also selling vegetables was in the market, and when he heard the shouting, he rushed over, bought ten dollars and twenty ears, and said to the people with joy:

"This is an old variety that has not been seen for many years, and the tender corn is much better than the current hybrid corn. Plant some and eat it yourself, so you don't get some miscellaneous diseases. ”

Although it was sold for thirty or forty yuan in one afternoon, it was really insignificant compared to the corn all over the ground. But he fulfilled a thought: a promise to the old man who bought vegetables. Lamei felt that it was not in vain.