Jiang Muqing still doesn't know if it will be successful, but after the bitter process of harvesting wheat in the scorching heat, Jiang Muqing said that it is better to have a modern machine.

At that time, although she would help the family every year during the holidays, they had the kind of eye-punching machine for planting garlic and a machine for cutting wheat.

It's like now, there is no fraud in nature, and all of them are done manually.

Finally, after cutting the wheat, I thought it was liberated, but it was not at all, and it was time to dry it again.

Their family was neatly organized, and there were people with wooden shovels and iron shovels at the gate, and even those who took dustpans to turn wheat.

This is the advantage of a large number of people, working in a circle, the guys are not enough, which is like their strict family planning management at that time, and the family of two children is in the sky (except for multiple births). Not to mention work, you can't even eat in a circle.

finally turned the wheat around, Jiang Muqing's whole face was reddened by the sun, and beads of sweat fell down one by one.

"Sell sorbet, cold sorbet, eat one piece to satisfy your cravings, eat two pieces is really cool."

The people who were going home with their guys all didn't move.

"The sorbet seller is here, Dad, let's buy some sorbet and eat it." Jiang Muqing's second aunt took the lead in proposing it.

Father Zhao looked at everyone's face as red as the faded couplets posted at the door, and thought that all the children were tired in a busy season.

With a wave of his hand, "Let your mother give you money, and everyone will buy a piece of sorbet to eat." ”

Mother Zhao looked at her mother-in-law and husband and wanted to say something, but when she saw the children looking around and listening to where the popsicle cake seller was, she didn't say what she wanted to say about refusal, and went straight home to get the money.

Zhao's mother took the money out, and the sorbet seller also walked in.

Jiang Muqing's second aunt walked to the path next to her house and called out to the sorbet seller and beckoned them to come over.

Zhao's mother gave the money to Jiang Muqing, and her mother said, "Don't spend these two cents."

Jiang Muqing's mother said that she knew it, she knew, and the person pulled Jiang Muqing and ran away.

"Ordinary two cents a piece, cream five cents a piece." The voice of the boy who is still in the voice change period is not very good, and because he has been selling along the street, he is a little dry and hoarse. It was far less stable than the man who shouted obediently on the phone many years later, with a calm and steady voice.

The young man's heart has rivers and seas, and even his voice is undulating and powerful, unlike a middle-aged man who has experienced the world, and even his voice is powerless and vicissitudes.

Ran to the car selling sorbets, and everyone else looked at the style of sorbets around the box containing sorbets, and Jiang Muqing looked at her father who had only seen it in photos with tears in her eyes.

Jiang Tianzan felt the gaze of the girl in front of him, thinking that he had been suave for fifteen years, although he had fascinated many girls (fake), but no one had seen him with tears in his eyes as if he had seen his father.

But looking at the girl's familiar appearance, Jiang Tianzan involuntarily took the most expensive ice cream he kept and handed it over.

"Take it, I'll ask you, don't want money."

Seeing that the girl was still flurry, he stuffed the sorbet into her hand.

Everyone else was in a hurry to find ice cream, and no one noticed them

"How much is it?"

Hearing the shouts, Jiang Tianzan reacted and ran over to count the money.

"It's a dime and two in total, count it in as your dime." Zhao Yunying handed the money he was holding to the man.