Liu Fulin stood up and looked around.

"The noodles are all out?"

Now at the door of Gu Siwei's house, wherever something can be hung, all the vermicelli is hung up, from the fast-drying ones to the ones that have just been made.

Let's just say that it's all vermicelli as far as the eye can see.

Flour that can be juxtaposed with vermicelli is powder, sweet potato flour and potato flour, both from dry flour to powdered soup that is still precipitating.

At this time, Zhao Fangming walked out of the house, holding a basin in his hand, half a basin of water and half a basin of powder in the basin.

"Uncle, you're here."

Zhao Fangming and Liu Fulin greeted each other.

Liu Fulin smiled and said, "How about it, it's almost over."

"It will take more than ten days to finish" Zhao Fangming smiled and put down the basin in his hand and wiped the beads of sweat on his forehead.

For Zhao Fangming, it's good if the work can't be done, because as long as the work can't be done, the two of them don't have to worry about eating and drinking.

Now Zhao Fangming and Sun Qiumei are like workers in Gu Siwei's family, they have to come over as soon as they wake up during the day, and they don't go home to sleep until it's dark.

Hard work is really hard, but the reward given by Gu Siwei is also real, as for how much to give, just look at the expressions on the faces of the two people, anyway, it is enough for the two to live.

It is precisely because of this that the two of them are looking forward to the work in Gu Siwei's field, and it is best that they will never finish it.

"Ten days left?"

Liu Fulin couldn't help but be speechless, and said: "Why are there still ten days, there wasn't much left when I came last time, and there was only half a pile of houses over there."

Zhao Fangming smiled when he heard it: "You didn't see it in the cellar in the mountain, there are still a lot of them over there, and this is still not all done, if it is done, it will take a month."

Liu Fulin said to Gu Siwei: "Why don't you find a time to recruit the villagers again and do the work on your side?" ”

Gu Siwei waved his hand again and again: "No need, we can do the rest of the work slowly with Brother Fang Ming's family, the two of them have nothing to do, and I am not in a hurry here, so I don't need to trouble the villagers."

Liu Fulin thought about it for a while and felt that it was right, if everyone helped to finish this work, wouldn't Zhao Fangming and his family be idle, and now they can still make some money, if they are idle, they can only sit and eat.

What? Running the work over there in the factory.

Looking at this matter now, it's a way to say, Guo Shengshui's way out, for no reason to give it to you, don't say it's not a brother, even if it's a brother, you don't have this fun.

It's not that Guo Shengshui doesn't want to help, but Guo Shengshui's family also has to rely on this way to subsidize their own lives, it's impossible that their own family hasn't had a good life, and they give the way to make money to others, isn't that stupid.

So this matter has been dragged on like this, and I usually don't make much, and the two families are divided, and it is impossible for anyone to be happy.

As soon as he thought of this, Liu Fulin thought of Zhao Fangming's work again, and his mood suddenly became bad again.

"Then you guys chat, I still have something to do here" Zhao Fangming didn't mean to continue chatting with the two.

He is a man who does not talk much, and now he has no habit of getting together unless necessary, and if he doesn't do this work, no one will do it, so after chatting with Liu Fulin for a few words, he turned around and went to work again.

Seeing Zhao Fangming enter the house, Liu Fulin kept looking at his back, and then sighed: "A good boy is a good boy is too honest, he has been bullied, and his own son is bullied...... What's this called?"

Gu Siwei smiled when he heard this, and he didn't pick up, he was not interested in commenting on this matter.

Although he looks down on Zhao Fangming's Lao Tzu and Sun Qiumei's Lao Tzu, he can't say that the old couple didn't pay anything, after all, Sun Qiumei got married, and the old couple also paid out of their pockets.

In short, how does this family live, and whether work makes it a private matter for others, and he is an outsider, why do you feel awkward?

"Are you still in the mood to care about this? Think about how to marry Dezhu's daughter-in-law," Gu Siwei said with a smile.

Liu Fulin couldn't help but smile wryly when he heard this: "I'm worried about my life in this life, forget it, how to boil it, I'll go back now, pass on the method you said over there, and I'll inform you when the letter comes back."

Gu Siwei nodded.

"Don't send it! What do you send when you see eight times a day, you are busy with yours, I am gone".

Liu Fulin was about to leave, and when he saw Gu Siwei standing up, he immediately said something.

With a wave of his hand and his hands behind his back, the old man hurried away.

What is Gu Siwei doing? Naturally, he pushed his little grind.

"I'm like a donkey!"

At this moment, Gu Siwei really regretted it, he regretted why he wanted to get such a big piece of land, two or three acres, just like Liu Fulin's family now, don't you have to have a good face!

Now the problem is here, if you don't plant the land, you can't do it, if you plant it, you will be tired and tired of life, and there will be no joy in life at all.

Ay!

With a sigh, he said bitterly, and continued to turn the small grinding plate with one hand, and with the other hand, he took out a piece of cut sweet potato from the small basin next to him and put it from the grinding eye.

The small mill rustled in Gu Siwei's hands, and the white potato flour foam flowed out of the grinding disc, along the slurry trough, and fell into the small wooden basin placed below.

Waiting for the small wooden pot to be full, Gu Siwei picked up the pot, came to the house, and poured the sweet potato pulp in the pot into the large vat next to him.

More than a meter away from the tank, Sun Qiumei and Zhao Fangming, with Sicui, who were doing miscellaneous things, were busy washing powder.

In front of Sun Qiumei, a rope was hung from the roof beam, and at the end of the rope was tied a cross-shaped wooden shelf, the shelf was about the thickness of a water bottle cap, and on each corner of the shelf, a rope hung down, and the four corners of the rope were connected to the four corners of a large piece of gauze.

In this way, the gauze is hung up, which is the main tool for hanging the powder pocket with a large hanging powder.

As long as Gu Siwei grinds the batter, scoops it up with a scoop, pours it into the flour pocket, and then holds the wooden shelf with his hand, shaking it back and forth, so that the flour slurry rolls back and forth in the gauze pocket, and in the process of rolling, the sweet potato flour flows into the basin below through the seam between the abrasive cloth, and the sweet potato is left in the gauze.

Once you can't do it, you have to add water to the gauze when it's almost over, so that you can make sure that the maximum powder is washed off.

It's a matter of personal experience.

However, for rural girls like Sun Qiumei, it is not a big deal, she has been doing this kind of work with her mother since she was a child, and she can be proficient in it so early.

Gu Siwei naturally didn't have such ability, otherwise he wouldn't have assigned him to grind sweet potatoes.

Wow!

Gu Siwei poured the sweet potato pulp from the basin into the jar.

"Siwei, it's enough to grind two more pots, and send us back to the village early today," Sun Qiumei said.

Gu Siwei nodded: "Okay!" ”

A few days ago, Sun Qiumei said that today's incident was not the last time Zhao Fangming gave him the quota to be a worker, and now Sun Qiumei's nephew has passed the physical examination and officially became a worker, and he is going to the county for training.

Although the family is poor, this is a big deal, so Sun Qiumei's mother is ready to gather her family and have a good meal, which can be regarded as seeing off his baby grandson, of course, it also has the meaning of having a lively time.

Even if it is Sun Qiumei's old son, she still has a little face, and she knows that her grandson's quota is a bit unauthentic, so she doesn't call anyone else except for a few of her own.

Of course, it may also be that the family is too poor to afford to entertain guests.

"I see".

Gu Siwei nodded to indicate that he knew, looked at the pulp in the basin, and found that there were still some hanging walls, so he reached out and put some of the remaining pulp in the basin into the jar, and then carried the basin back to the small mill outside, and continued to do the same work as his donkey.

After grinding, Gu Siwei did not rest immediately, but helped to do a little chores, waiting for Sun Qiumei to put the slag of the last sling bag into the dung basket next to him, and Gu Siwei ended today's labor like everyone else.

"Don't go yet!"

Gu Siwei saw that the two of them were going out directly, and stopped the two of them.

"Sicui!"

Gu Siwei saw that the two of them were standing, so he asked Sicui to get something.

Sicui ran into the big house, and when he waited to come out, he had a small basin in his hand, and the basin contained four pieces of sweet potato jelly.

Gu Siwei also instructed Sicui to work, and he also went to get some things himself.

A small piece of shredded meat wrapped in lotus leaves, all very fat shredded meat, six parts oil and four parts lean meat, now this kind of meat is the best, if you buy it in the market, don't give a little thing to sell meat, people will definitely not cut it to you.

Gu Siwei definitely doesn't like this kind of meat, he likes two or eight points, two points fat and eight points thin, which is very suitable for his background in decades of life.

"I won't give you anything else, you also have it in your vegetable garden, you can take these things, go back and fry them or something, you can also count the dishes," Gu Siwei said.

Zhao Fangming was a little puzzled and asked, "What is this for?" ”

Sun Qiumei figured it out, put her arm against her husband, and then said to Gu Siwei: "Thank you, it's still thoughtful."

After speaking, he stretched out his hand and took the meat handed over by Gu Siwei, and also took a few pieces of powder from Sicui.

Zhao Fangming was stunned during the whole process, and when he was about to go out, he made an expression of sudden realization.

Gu Siwei saw it and knew that he had figured it out.

It's also quite simple, if you think about the mother who even has to grab a job, even if you ask these two people to eat, what good dishes can you make, even if there are good dishes, how can these two people make up.

Don't ask, you must not be able to eat enough to eat there, so Gu Siwei prepared these here, the meat is fried in the pot, forced out the oil and water, plus some green peppers and some green vegetables or something, and finally put in the powder to stir-fry, it must be very rich for the villagers now.

"Thank you!"

Zhao Fangming came to say, he felt that Gu Siwei thought about it a lot, and he actually thought of this, he didn't expect it himself, he always felt that he was going to eat, and he didn't think about how to eat this meal.

"It's nothing, I've been told what you're going to eat for the night, and I think you'd better take some back, lest you don't have enough to eat. When the time comes, I will come to work tomorrow, won't that affect the efficiency," Gu Siwei said with a smile.

Zhao Fangming and his wife also laughed, as for whether they were laughing in their hearts, they didn't know, anyway, if they were someone else, they would have to think: This family is not as good as an outsider who will think about themselves.

(End of chapter)