On the threshing floor, it was very busy, and the Du family's stone stone was being used by Dajin, so Du Zhong borrowed it from others. Xie refused to lead the mule, so he had to grind with Du Shu with a stone on his back, Du Mei couldn't stand it, and helped turn the wheat stalks.

"Ahem, Ah Zhong, what are you doing, doesn't the Sanjin family have mules?" Du Shicheng choked on the dust of the wheat and coughed incessantly.

"It's fine." Du Zhong is honest and doesn't want to get into trouble.

"What's okay? The third aunt refused to give us mules, so she used us as mules! Du Shu couldn't help but complain.

"You talk a lot!" Du Zhong scolded, and Du Shu shrank his shoulders.

"It's too unusual, it's too unreasonable!" Du Shicheng's lips trembled with anger.

Du Zhong has been working with him for 20 years, he has always treated him as his own family, and his sons are sometimes dissatisfied with their work, but Du Zhong has a clear view of what he does, and he can trust him.

Du Shicheng put the cigarette stick diagonally on his belt, put his hands behind his back, and left in a hurry.

"Bang bang." Du Shicheng smashed the door.

"Come on, come on, stop knocking!" Xie Shi looked impatient, and ran to open the door in small steps.

"Where's the three golds?" Du Shicheng also doesn't talk nonsense with his daughter-in-law.

"Dad, Sanjin is in the house." Xie Shi saw Du Shicheng's face was gloomy, and he didn't dare to say more.

"When is this, when! Ahem, ahem. Du Shicheng couldn't get up in one breath, and his face turned the color of pig liver with a cough.

"Dad, what's wrong?" Sanjin was busy coming up to help Shunqi.

In the past, there was a father with two brothers and Ah Zhong, and no matter how busy he was in the field, he would not bother him. Now that he is separated, he still lives the way he used to live, he doesn't know anything, he doesn't care about anything.

"You have a mule tethered in the shed for a day, and you go out to work for a day. If the rain spoils the wheat, I see you drink the northwest wind in the future. Du Shicheng took out his cigarette stick and struck it on the stump of the mule shed.

"Ah, Dad, I thought it was something, this was not easy to do, I immediately asked Xiuxiu to take the mule away." Sanjin stepped forward to appease and patted Du Shicheng on the back.

"Your eldest brother has twelve acres, and his cow is tired enough. Du Zhong cut my five acres, and cut yours six acres, who can't beat it with iron? People's hearts are flesh and blood, how can you nest at home with peace of mind! If people don't help, even the beasts are expensive? The corners of Du Shicheng's eyes were moist.

"Xiuxiu, you quickly lead the mule to the threshing floor." Sanjin was a little embarrassed and said busily.

Xie reluctantly pulled the mule away, and she was startled by the pomp and circumstance on the threshing floor, and she sat down and watched at the thought that the wheat would be piled up in her barn, and she was not afraid of the gray barley Manza.

Du Zhong has a mule, and people are more relaxed. Seeing that she didn't want her help, Du Mei went to dry his wheat with a rake.

Xie's eyes flashed, although she didn't work in the fields, she remembered the harvest in each family's fields. Du Mei's family only planted three acres of wheat, and they had already harvested so much, so she naturally had to harvest more in five acres of land.

After a while, the wheat in the third room was milled, cleaned in the wind, and spread out to dry.

Du Zhong pulled the mule and was about to run Du Shicheng, but was stopped by the Xie family.

"Why are there so few of them?" Xie stared at Du Zhong suspiciously.

"How much you have in the field, how much you will naturally harvest." Du Zhong replied coldly.

"Oh, no, why does the dead girl charge so much?" Xie twisted Du Zhong as if he was a thief.

"Meizi's home is fertilized diligently, and there is a lot of water in the car during the drought, which is naturally good." Du Zhong did not break free

It's up to her to hold it.

"Fart, I think you mixed my wheat with her." Xie's eyes seemed to be quenched with poison.

"On the threshing floor, so many people are watching, besides, the plum family has already been milled." Du Zhong pressed to endure the dissatisfaction in his heart.

"Hmph, I don't know if you've picked the straw in the wrong place." Xie Shi rolled his eyes.

"Sanjin's family, although I, Du Zhong, am a poor man, but I am also a man who stands up to the sky, I have been doing it with Uncle Shicheng for more than ten years, and I haven't done it for a full season in you, so I have a bad conscience!" Du Zhong couldn't bear it.

"Hmph, that's not good, in the past, we scooped food in a pot, and you couldn't do it. Now every chimney is smoking, who knows what kind of heart you have! Xie shouted in an octave of his voice.

"Okay, okay, even if I'm Du Zhong blind, I won't do it at your house after harvesting this season of wheat!" Du Zhong ripped off the clothes that Xie Shi was holding and said angrily.

"Huh! I don't want you, I can't find a three-legged toad, but there are many two-legged people! Xie twisted his head to the side.

"Third aunt, my family's wheat is not at all the same as yours." Du Mei was not far away, so he naturally heard their quarrel.

Uncle Zhong is a clay person, and he was so angry with Xie that he said cruel words. She wants to get a clean statement for herself and Uncle Zhong. She walked up to Xie Shi and spread out her hand, which was a handful of plump wheat grains in her palm.

"Joke, what other difference can there be to wheat?" Xie was dismissive.

"Just look at your wheat." Du Mei just helped turn the wheat stalks, so he could see it clearly.

Xie Shi really went to the ground and grabbed a handful, the size of the wheat grains was obviously not as big as Du Mei's hand, and many of them were deflated.

"In an acre of field, there are always good and bad, and if you have a good water in your field, there are ghosts!" Xie threw away the wheat grains, clapped his hands and said.

"That's because we fertilize finely, and we also have strength to grow after the hair." In order to fertilize, Du Mei also had a serious illness, and now that I think about it, it is also worth it, and the field gave her the best return.

"People mistake the field for a while, and the field mistakes people for a year. You don't even understand that! Du Shicheng came out of Sanjin's house and looked at the wheat from house to house, and the villagers were similar to previous years. Dajin's family is good, his family has a lot of labor, and it is not surprising, but Du Mei's family is unexpectedly good.

"Dad, there's obviously something weird here!" Xie was not convinced.

"Look, Du Zhong crushed my five acres of land." Du Shicheng looked at the ears of wheat and made a rough estimate in his heart. This year, he has been sick for a long time, and although there is no shortage of water in the fields, there is less fat.

More than an hour later, the wheat grains of Du Shicheng's five acres of fields were also lying on the ground cleanly.

Du Shicheng reverently picked up a handful and put it in front of him to look at it. Sure enough, as he expected, his deflated grains were less than Xie's, but the grains were not as big as Du Mei's.

"I'll just say, there's a ghost in here, is it possible that even my father is not as good as her?" Xie Shi looked at the newly crushed, it was indeed much better than hers, but she was still unconvinced.

"I'm old, and I'm not as good as hers." Du Shicheng rubbed a grain of wheat and put it in his mouth and chewed it.

Xie Shi listened to his father-in-law's words, and was dumbfounded all of a sudden, where did the old man who usually had a bigger face than the sky go?

"Your wheat is so bad, I don't even bother to steal it!" The second stunned man came out of nowhere, and said to Xie Shi with a smile.

"You shameless bastard." Annoyed, Xie picked up a lump of dirt on the ground and threw it at the second stunned man.

"You want a face, your skin is thicker than the city wall, you don't grow it well, and you want to rely on others." Two stunned

Zi deftly turned around and dodged.

As night fell, and the wheat of Du Mei's family was half dry, the four sisters carefully packed each grain in their pockets. These are not only their rations for the next six months, but also the life-saving food for the ducks.

Du Jiasuo drove by with an ox cart and delivered her wheat to her home in two trips. On this day, dinner was late, but the whole family was full of joy.

Du Zhong sent the wheat to the warehouse according to the rules, and Du Shicheng still had the old rule, leaving their father and son to eat at home. Wei cooked a few dishes, but Du Zhongqiang couldn't help it, and drank a few glasses of wine with Du Shicheng.

Du Shicheng babbled a lot of words, but Du Zhong listened in a muffled voice and did not answer. I don't want this old man to cry later, I don't know if he is drunk or sad.

That night, accompanied by the rumbling thunder, there was a hearty rain, which rained for three days.

The grain particles in the field are returned to the warehouse, and the ducks do not have to worry about eating. It is rare for the Dumei family to nest together at home.

Xu was busy embroidering screens, Du Ying and Du Tao were embroidering silk handkerchiefs, although their embroidery skills were not as good as Du Mei, they were better among their peers.

Du Gui didn't know what to do in the stove, and Juniper was sleeping on the bed, playing with the civet with both hands, pulling his ears for a while, pulling his nose for a while, rubbing the rice husks in the puppet to rustle, and having fun by himself, giggling.

Du Mei sorted out the events of the past few days. After the busy season, soup and braised bean rolls will continue to be sold, and the puppets must also be prepared in advance. She found a pen and paper and wanted to draw the pattern first.

In a few moments, Du Mei drew several pictures. She remembered that Ye Dan said that she only made one or two of everything, and she couldn't help but be a little disappointed in her heart.

"Sister, it's raining so hard outside, you can make something to eat." Just when Du Mei's mind was not belonging, Du Gui came up and said.

"What do you want to eat, you gluttonous cat?" Du Mei threw away the pen and paper and asked with a smile.

"Whatever my sister cooks is delicious." Du Gui hugged her and was coquettish, Du Ying and Du Tao covered their mouths and smiled.

Du Mei looked up and saw a newly harvested basket of old broad beans hanging on the hook, remembering the method mentioned in the dream, his heart moved, and he wanted to try it.

Du Mei put a small half pot of water in the pot, add ginger, star anise, cinnamon, bay leaves, fennel, salt and other spices and condiments that are always available at home, and when the water seems to be boiling but not boiling, put the broad beans into it, boil over high heat, and simmer dry over low heat.

Half an hour later, the pot was dry without a drop of water. Du Gui has been guarding the stove, smelling the stronger and stronger fragrance, she really couldn't help it, and took one from the pot.

After the dried broad beans are boiled, they have swelled ~ to the size of fresh broad beans, and because they are made on a small fire, the skin is a little wrinkled, and there is a layer of salt frost on the surface.

She blew with her mouth and tossed it on both hands, and when it was slightly cooler, she put it in her mouth and took a bite.

The skin is tough and salty, but the broad bean meat is soft and sweet, and the two flavors are fused in the mouth, and the aftertaste is endless.

"Sister, what are you doing here? It's so delicious. Du Gui shouted in the stove.

"In addition to the fact that you can't eat the sticks, what else is not delicious?" Du Ying teased her.

"Really, if you don't come to eat yet, I can eat a bowl by myself." Du Gui had already put a bowl of broad beans in the room as he spoke.

Everyone tasted it, and it was really a taste that they had never tasted, and even Xu's praised it a few words. Du Mei ate a few, except that it was not as dry as in his dream, and the shape and taste were already seven or eight images.

"Sister, you can give the bean a name." Du Ying said expectantly. 2k reading web