Li Mingxuan covered his mouth, yawned for a long time, and said vaguely: "Grandpa went to the yamen in the county to get everyone's spring ploughing seeds, and my father and mother went to work in the fields, and now I am the only one left in the family." Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info for Brother Qiao Mu, what did you just say you came to my house? "People who have just woken up often have too little soul, and the words of others are the wind in their ears.

"Mingxuan, let's borrow your grinding plate, don't stand here with a grinding chirping, let us go in." As soon as Xia Maihe heard that only Li Mingxuan was at home, he shouted loudly, hooking up with Li Mingxuan's shoulders with a pair of brothers. The barrel in his hand was shaken by him, and it rolled aside with a grunt.

As soon as he saw that the barrel was rolling away, he didn't care about accosting him, and hurriedly chased after the barrel. Xia Maihe was simple-minded, but agile, pursued left and right, and came back with two wooden barrels after a while.

"Mingxuan, your family's wooden barrel can really slip, this time, it will roll so far. However, as soon as the barrel heard that the sound was too crisp, he knew that it was not very strong, and it was far worse than what his father did" Xia Maihe, who had been dealing with wooden barrels all day long, had a lot of experience in selling his few knowledge to Li Mingxuan.

Is it just like that? I don't apologize for smashing other people's things, and I count down their things as if they were of inferior quality. The barrel is very resistant to falls, and in order to apologize, it should be nervously checked to see if it is intact. Do you say this to show off or show off, I didn't see the big fox's face flush.

Li Mingxuan realized that the rolling wooden barrel was similar to his own family, and there was his father's exclusive mark on the side of the barrel, a budding peach blossom, yes, it was his family.

His father is regarded as an idol in the eyes of every boy, so when faced with the slander of his friends, Li Mingxuan still defended his father and argued: "The barrel made by my father is unique, the best in the village!" Hum! He snatched the barrel and pointed to the carved pattern on it.

Xia Maihe just wanted to open his mouth to refute, the wooden barrel is used to hold things, pay attention to practicality, what is the use of looking good. However, the eldest brother took the first step to speak: "Brother Mingxuan, can we go in and borrow the grinding plate?" This is the end of the sentence, and the two eight-year-old children fight for their fathers.

"Come in quickly, you don't have to be polite, just use it as your own home." Li Mingxuan thought that Xia Qiaomu agreed with his point of view, and happily welcomed them into the house, and the master led the way in front.

The small transparent summer grass that was ignored throughout the whole process also walked in, and found that the yard of the village chief's house was stacked with a lot of things compared to when he came back, which was probably used during spring ploughing.

Say that you don't need to be polite, Xia Maihe is really welcome, and directly take someone else's wooden bucket to clean the grinding disc with the water in the yard. also urged Li Mingxuan to continue to go back to take a nap and leave them alone.

The eight-year-old boy really naughtily went to the house to uncover the tiles, Li Mingxuan is usually strictly controlled by the family, but now the adults are finally not at home, and there are still friends at home, where can they still sleep, and follow Xia Maihe to make a fool of themselves.

Li Mingxuan pointed to Ge Gen and asked curiously: "Brother Qiao Mu, what is this, it seems to be different from the soybeans and rice that are usually grinded, why haven't I seen it?" The little hand rubbed a piece of chopped kudzu, and put it to his nose to sniff, and almost put it in his mouth and took a mouthful.

"This kudzu, I found it, and tell you that this thing is ground into powder and made into buns and vermicelli, which are delicious. The vermicelli made by our family last night "As soon as Xia Maihe had a chance to show off, his mouth couldn't hide anything, and he couldn't stop talking

Xia Qiaomu on the side seemed to have just remembered something, his slender hand dug into his wooden barrel, took out a small package and handed it to Li Mingxuan, and said apologetically on his face: "I forgot to give this to you just now, this is the bun that my mother just made at noon, you should still have warm when you hold it." ”

Li Mingxuan threw away the kudzu root and immediately grabbed the package. I couldn't wait to open it, picked up a piece and stuffed it into my mouth, and my whole face was bulging. Xia Cao understood how his chubby little face came about, how he was good friends with his second brother, and it turned out that these two were really carved out of the same mold when they ate.

"Wow, this bun is so delicious, it seems to be different from the usual buns." It's rare that the goods can still taste when they gobble up, the fighter among the foodies, Xia Cao feels that they are another developable member of the foodie alliance. What Xia Cao didn't know was that Li Mingxuan, who was favored by the village chief's family, bought a few buns for him within a few days, ate too much, and encountered a natural conditioned reflex with different tastes. It's like touching the real money, and you know that it's a fake money at a glance.

Xia Maihe turned the grinding disc and grinded slowly, effortlessly as if walking, and said triumphantly: "It's delicious!" This bun has kudzu root added to it plus my mother's cooking skills, it's not beautiful to you! "As soon as he has time, he likes to show his family, and whoever calls his family brother is the best, but now his sister is still a little bit out of his hand.

As soon as he finished swallowing a bun, Li Mingxuan took out another one and continued to stuff it into his mouth, two or three lower stomachs. Finding that there was only the sound of him chewing in the yard, the child's cheek tempering was not enough to get home, and he said a little shyly: "That Brother Qiao Mu, do you still want to eat?" ”

"No need, this is a special trip for you, don't remember to leave some for the village chief's grandfather to try." Xia Qiaomu shook his head and said, and also gave the younger brother who was about to move a stop look.

Xia Cao, whose sense of existence is so weak that it almost does not exist, because the two brothers are generally all-in, she is not assigned a job, and she looks at the yard several times boringly. I really couldn't hold it anymore, so I pulled Li Mingxuan to pull the usual news: "Brother Mingxuan, do you often grind soybeans in your family?" ”

A sweet and glutinous brother Mingxuan made Li Mingxuan's heart bloom, the big eyes of the little chubby face were slit, and the shallow dimples were rippling. As the eldest child in the family, no one has ever called him brother, and as for Xia Maihe's brother, who is a few months younger than him, the word has never been spit out.

If it really doesn't explode in silence, it will die in silence. Average-looking children are not noticed, and they still have to be the first to catch people's attention, Xia Cao looked at Li Mingxuan, who was speechless, and continued to pretend to be cute and said: "Brother Mingxuan, what are you usually used for grinding discs?" ”

Another brother pulled Li Mingxuan back to reality, "Oh, we don't usually use it much at home, just grind some wheat and soybeans during the festival." Occasionally, people from the village would come and grind something. ”

"Do you only make tofu when you grind soybeans? Will do something else. ”

"What else can you do besides tofu! My mother makes tofu after grinding, but my mother is troublesome on weekdays, and it is all ready-made from the wheat in the town."

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The two chatted with questions and answers, Xia Qiaomu heard that his sister had nine times out of ten to eat, and he was too lazy to listen to and concentrate on work, but he was willing to have someone share his sister's gossip. As for Xia Maihe, he gritted his teeth and glared at Li Mingxuan at the guy who came to rob his sister, and the latter was still rushing to give him a provocative look.

Just like that, the afternoon had passed, and the sun had turned west, and the red glow was all over the sky.