"I must be crazy!" she repeated in her mind, repeating the phrase.

Next to her, Zhu Bamei hadn't slept yet.

The morning light poured in through the cracks in the window, spilling down on the side of her face.

She slept soundly, as if she had some kind of sweet dream, smashed her mouth and hugged Ye Yuran tighter.

Ye Yuran felt the arms around his waist and the legs between his legs, and seemed to understand that he would have this kind of dream last night - it must have been caused by Zhu Bamei, and before going to bed, he still called "Gan Gongzi", and he still hugged himself like this when he fell asleep, can he not dream?

Another point is that as a person who has come over, the husband and wife life of the original owner and Old Man Zhu must be "harmonious".

Maybe before she crossed over, the original owner and Old Man Zhu still had a little husband and wife life from time to time, but after she crossed over, she found an excuse to sleep in a separate room with Old Man Zhu.

So, is she thinking?

Husband and wife Dunlun are justified.

This was originally nothing, but how could she be interested in an old man?!

When she crossed over, although she was already an older leftover girl, she was only in her early thirties, and she was really much younger than the original owner.

A man in his thirties is about the same, a bad old man......

Ye Yuran thought about it, forget it, she would rather be "hungry" than swallow dates and eat casually.

Alas...... Pulling the people around her all over the place, it seems that Gan Gongzi has a little imagination space, and it is no wonder that when she has this kind of dream, she will substitute Gan Yixian's face into it.

I don't know if I will feel embarrassed the next time I see him?

When Ye Yuran got up from the bed, several daughters-in-law also got up and got busy.

After breakfast, the men went down to the fields to harvest the rice, and the women continued to take care of the "threshing".

Although Ye Yuran came up with a good way to beat the grain, using a square bucket to represent the mallet, but she had no way to dry the grain.

The ancient ground is not like the modern one, there is cement or something, the whole mud ground, and the rich people will lay a bluestone slab or something, how can a farmer like them afford it?

But grain can't be sunburned on the mud, right?

So, the wisdom of the ancients came into play at such a time - the mat.

The mats are laid out in the yard, the beaten millet is spread on it, pushed it thinly, and then raked it with bamboo nails like "claws" to "scratch" a few times, and the stumps and leaves that have been sprinkled on it are collected and cleaned up.

At this time, children are often enclosed at home and given a bamboo pole to drive away birds that come to steal food.

If the child is really unhappy, then the adult has to go out and guard by himself.

You can't let all the sparrows eat all the food you have worked so hard for, right?

Dabao and Erbao are very sensible, and when they saw that the family began to dry the grain, they didn't go out with Zhu Qi again, and stayed in the yard.

Although it was a bit boring, they tested each other's "questions", from addition and subtraction to memorizing the next sentence, and they also had fun. Not only that, but Dabao seems to have come up with a good idea, finding a dustpan and propping it up with a bamboo pole underneath to catch the bird.

For the "game" of children stealing their own food and catching birds, Ye Yuran didn't see it, but just secretly observed whether they could catch it.

If you don't have their eyesight and agility, it is likely that the dustpan will hear the movement and run away before it falls.

"Poof...... Zhu Bamei covered her mouth and smiled, and secretly said to Ye Yuran, "Mother, do you think they are stupid? ”

Ye Yuran glanced at her: "Do you think you are smarter than birds? They are so easy to catch, they have long been extinct." ”

Of course, Dabao and Xiaobao waited for the sparrows to enter the dustpan before pulling them, but they were a little reluctant to let the birds eat for a while, and they were too anxious, and the birds were still within the safe range, so they naturally fled quickly.

"Then you still let them arrest?" Zhu Bamei was puzzled.

"If a child is not naughty, then it is still a child?" Ye Yuran said, "Besides, do you think it is so simple to catch sparrows? Intelligence, eyesight, patience, judgment, hand strength, everything has to be coordinated, and if it is a little worse, it will fly away." It's okay for them to play, it's nothing, the farmer's child hasn't played with catching birds, or is it the farmer's child?"

Zhu Bamei stuck out her tongue: "In previous years, you didn't let them play." ”

"That was in previous years, and they're older now. Ye Yuran didn't admit that the reason why the original owner didn't let Dabao play was because he was afraid of "wasting" food.

But she thought, how much can that be wasted?

Could it be that when the millet grows on the rice, no birds will eat it?

It's just that compared with using a dustpan, Ye Yuran thinks that there may be a better way to catch birds, such as pouring medicine.

"Dabao," Ye Yuran shouted over there.

"Hey, milk, I'll be right here. Dabao hurriedly got up from the ground and ran over without even patting the ashes.

"Pat at it, it's all dust. ”

Dabao hurriedly patted it: "Milk, I'm clean." ”

"Do you think you can catch sparrows like that?" Ye Yuran pulled the bench next to him and asked.

"I don't know. Dabao scratched his head, "It feels quite difficult." ”

In the past, Dabao had heard from his friends about catching sparrows, but unfortunately his grandmother had not let him do it, and he didn't think that this year he would take the initiative to let him catch sparrows, but he was happy to death.

He hurriedly recalled how his little friend caught it, and looked for tools, so he and the seventh uncle and the second brother were busy.

However, after half a day, the millet was wasted, and not a single sparrow was caught.

Dabao, who wants to stretch out his hand, is naturally a little anxious, and now when the milk asks, he is even more panicked, so he almost promises him directly - milk, I will definitely be able to catch it, you let me catch it again.

"Do you think you can use anything other than a dustpan to catch sparrows?" Ye Yuran asked instructively.

Dabao thought for a moment: "Luobasket?"

Ye Yuran: "......"

Dabao also knew that he had guessed wrong, and hurriedly reported a lot of things similar to dustpans.

Zhu Bamei next to her heard this and giggled.

Dabao didn't dare to blame his sister-in-law for laughing at himself, he just blushed a little embarrassedly and asked Ye Yuran, did he not guess correctly?

"It's not completely untouchable, what you said are all methods, but only one of the methods. What Grandma wants to say, it's not this mechanical method, haven't you thought about it, take your hands and feet from the grain, let them eat and fall there, and let you pick it up?"

"Isn't that for nothing?" Dabao's eyes widened in disbelief, "Milk, how can there be such a good thing in this world?"

"Who said no? Milk knows a local method, which is to soak the sheep flowers in clean water for 1 day, and then soak the millet with the water that has been soaked in the flowers, take them out to dry, and sprinkle them in the places where sparrows often haunt. As long as they eat it, they will definitely get drunk and fall to the ground. When the time comes, won't you just pick it up?"