The cornmeal is not enough to eat, so who has to grind it again.

Jiang Lanqing thought that it was okay, and called Luo Sanhui and Mao Xiuyin to grind cornmeal.

This work was originally done by Yang Shulin's friends, after all, it was strength work, and it was more suitable for men to do it, but this would be scattered, so four women had to go.

Yang Shumiao said that her brother had made friends with wine and meat, and muttered.

From Jiang Lanqing's memory, he hadn't seen a poplar forest for a long time, and he heard the poplar sapling say that he was very busy today, and he didn't know what he was busy with.

A few people carried a bag of corn on their backs and went to Lizheng's house to grind, there were two stone mills in the whole village, and there were more people in Lizheng's house, and there would be no one at noon.

Yang Shusapling is responsible for adding corn, Jiang Lanqing and Mao Xiuyin, and Luo Sanhui is pushing the stone mill.

Mao Xiuyin and Luo Sanhui have a lot of land at home, and they have a common word, talking about how the corn harvest is this year, whether it is good or not, and whether they should dig the ground and plant wheat after the corn harvest, and whether they plan to find someone to help Yunyun.

Yang Sapling doesn't have much land at home, less than one acre of land, plant some melons, fruits and vegetables to eat, and Jiang Lanqing and Jiang Lanqing can only listen.

Then we talked about going to greet my relatives tomorrow, the Yang family was in the poplar sapling, so naturally they couldn't go, Jiang Lanqing and Mao Xiuyin were in charge of cooking in the kitchen, and they couldn't go, Luo Sanhui had to go, after all, the bride was her cousin.

Speaking of tomorrow's wedding, Luo Sanhui squeezed her eyebrows: "Sapling, will Ming'er be able to see your fiancé?" ”

"Who knows!" Poplar saplings don't seem to be of much interest.

"You don't seem to be happy, do you?" Mao Xiuyin and Luo Sanhui are very curious, every time they mentioned that person before, Yang Shumiao looked shy and very happy, I don't know why what happened recently, once I talked about that person, I didn't see her smile.

Only Jiang Lanqing knew Yang Sapling's thoughts, but she definitely wouldn't say it.

Yang Shumiao shook his head, indicating that there was nothing to do, but he was too tired recently, and explained: "A few days ago, someone from their house came, saying that he was busy studying recently and had no time, and I was afraid that he would not be able to come tomorrow." ”

"Yes, I have to catch the exam in a few months." Mao Xiuyin nodded, thinking that Yang Shumiao was afraid that she would not be happy to see her fiancé.

Luo Sanhui joked: "Aren't people working hard for you in the future, they don't want you to live a good life, you, with such a good fiancé, you will be blessed in the future as an official wife." ”

"You're really not serious, you don't have a shadow!" Yang Shumiao glanced at Luo Sanhui.

I only heard the sound of four women laughing under the low shed, Lizheng's daughter-in-law was taking a nap, and was woken up by a few people, her mood was a little unbeautiful, and she muttered: "I think this stone mill should be moved farther away, it's too noisy here, and it won't stop for a day." ”

Li Zheng was counting how much grain he had received this year, crackling and calculating, and when he heard Liu's words, he didn't raise his head: "It's been so long, you're not used to it, who are you blaming for, besides, the stone mill is very good here, so I can know a lot of things in the village, you, just bear with it!" ”

"Hmph, I haven't married yet! That's it. Liu snorted disdainfully when he heard the words of the women.

Li Zheng knew that his daughter-in-law was sour again, he was not a Xiucai at the beginning, and Liu married him in the hope that he could take the Jinshi exam, and then go to be a county master or something, but every time he took the imperial examination, he would get sick, or something would be missed.

He looked for a fortune teller and saw that he didn't have the life to be an official, and he had died all these years.