Chapter 26 Grinding Noodles Grandma Xie saw that Xie Yinan had been doing a good job, and she didn't interfere, she went to do her own thing, and when Xie Yinan stopped, Grandma's work was completed. The grandparents and grandchildren picked half a basket of vegetables together, and went home together.

At this time, the sun is setting, the sky is full of rainbows, and it is a picture of the farmhouse's homecoming! In the eyes of the poet, life is like a poem, passionate, surging, undercurrent, soft, eager, and so on. In the eyes of a painter, life is like a painting, happy is color, unhappy is black and white. The life in the eyes of farmers may be ploughing in spring and abundant in summer, harvesting in autumn and hiding in winter. In the subtropics, rice grows twice a year very quickly, like a newborn baby, one day at a time. Yesterday it was a small white rice tweed, but this morning, it was a small rice bunch.

Xie Yinan stood on the threshing floor, and all he saw was rice, and at his feet was the new corn that had just been harvested. The corn had been dried by the sun and had lost a lot of moisture, and it was obvious that it had lost its weight when it was carried in the hand. Xie Yinan estimated that after another three or four days of drying, the corn could be milled. His own corn bun plan is also beginning to prepare.

But now, she has to help her grandmother move the hill-high corn pile to the house. On a summer day, the face of the doll said that the wind will come to the rain, and no one has the habit of throwing the grain directly on the drying field and not harvesting it.

The old people also said that even if it doesn't rain, the morning dew is enough for the grains to take a bath. The grain that has been soaked in the bath is not good, it is not long after storage, and it is easy to grow worms, and it will rot in less than a year. Therefore, although Xie Yinan felt troublesome and tired, he still resigned himself to helping his grandmother collect all the corn into the house.

All the corn has been harvested, and the moon is already quietly hanging on the top, looking at you shyly and smiling. It's still the crescent moon, but it's a little rounder than yesterday, and it's faintly shining with its moonlight. Grandma Xie casually packed up two home-cooked dishes, ate dinner with tender soybean sandwiches, and went to wash up and rest without mentioning.

The sun rises and the moon changes, the streamer is like water, and it is the weekend in a blink of an eye.

Xie Yinan carried a small basket on his back and set foot on the road to Chenjia Village alone. The small back basket is filled with freshly ground cornmeal, and it is not the cow of the old Xie family that is grinding, but the eldest brother of the old Zhang family.

Seeing Xie Yinan's disappointed eyes, Zhang Si, the eldest brother of the Zhang family, hurriedly said: "If my sister is not enough, let's grind it again, tomorrow is Friday, it doesn't matter if you sleep late." ”

"Don't worry, brother, the coming day is long, these are enough." Just this little ten catties, grinding Zhang Si for an hour.

Although Xie Yinan has been accompanying the grinding on the side, her little arms and legs, how much strength can she make, and it is still Zhang Si who is tired and tired. I am ashamed, Zhang Si is 8 years old this year, about 1.5 tall, it is said that he has been sitting alone in the back row of the class in school, his arms and legs look strong, but his face is a small round face, perhaps because he has not yet grown.

It seems that the cow is tall and big, but in the final analysis, it is still a child laborer, where does Xie Yinan still have the face to squeeze people crazily! "Really?" Zhang Si is not sure. "Really. My brother also took some corn flour back and asked Aunt Hua to make noodle soup and eat it. Speaking of noodle soup, Xie Yinan immediately remembered the sweet noodle soup made by Aunt Hua when he visited Zhang's house on Wednesday.

"No, no, these cornmeal sisters have other uses, how can I take them?" Zhang Si'er faced, thinking that since he became acquainted with Xie Yinan, the old Zhang family no longer knew how many things he had eaten from the old Xie family. I ate several meals at Xie's house for dinner alone, and the three brothers went into battle together, and a pot of rice was not enough for them. "Where can this be, my brother grinds so hard, if you don't take it, I'll be embarrassed to ask you for help next time." Xie Yinan saw that Zhang Si was still going to push, so he said to him: "I haven't learned how to make steamed buns yet, these are all taken to try to make, otherwise, my brother will also ask Aunt Hua to study and study, how to make this steamed bun delicious." ”

When it came to this, Zhang Si had no choice but to take the bun in Xie Yinan's hand, thinking that he would have to make it clear to his mother when he went back, and see how he could help Nannan's sister. Xie Yinan's casual remark really made Zhang Si take it seriously, took the freshly ground cornmeal, and brought his two younger brothers home to talk to his mother about making steamed buns.

Xie Yinan didn't know that Aunt Hua was crazy by a person, and as soon as she heard this, no matter how late it was or how full she was for dinner, she had to do it immediately. The mother and the mother were full of words, even Zhang Si's father couldn't control her, and the next family worked together, kneading the dough and chopping the stuffing, and it took half an hour to wrap the buns, and the family all gathered around the stove, waiting for the buns to come out of the pot, so that they were the first to try it.

After waiting for another quarter of an hour or so, Aunt Gong estimated that the rabbit should be steamed, and when she opened the pot, she saw that everyone's faces were particularly colorful. Where is the steamed in the pot like a bun, the buns are laughing very happily one by one, and the look is still very shriveled, peel off the skin to see, the stuffing inside is cooked, but unfortunately it is only cooked.

Because the stuffing made of cabbage has not been watered in advance, there is too much water, and the water is rotten, and the skin and flesh in the buns are rotten. can make the buns so hateful to this extent, Aunt Hua'er's family can be regarded as talents.

"How so? It's pretty good before steaming. Aunt Hua looked at Zhang Si's father with a sad and frustrated face. Could it be that something went wrong, or that something was missing? Zhang Si's father saw that the child was so sad, where did he dare to sprinkle salt on her wound again, so he naturally had to find fault elsewhere to comfort the child's mother.

"But I see that all the bun sellers in the city do this." Aunt Hua still can't let go.

"Isn't it steaming for too long?" Zhang Si asked. "How is it possible, look at this bun, it's just right to cook." Aunt Hua said.

"It's night, don't worry about the buns, rest early, and study it well tomorrow." Zhang Si's father saw that the child was so entangled with his mother, so he decisively spoke out to stop it.

"Well, well, you guys should go wash and sleep." Aunt Hua said to her three sons, turned her head and said to Zhang Da in charge: "I thought I could help Nannan a lot, but I didn't know that it would be like this, alas! ”

"It's okay, you can't make steamed buns, let's help Nannan grind noodles."