Hearing the price, many students asked for two ears to taste, but they have eaten a lot of cooked wheat kernel porridge, and this kind of roasted is still relatively rare.

After all, this is in the city, and the season for eating wheat kernels is short, and now the grain is expensive, and most people wait until the wheat is yellow before harvesting, and it is a bit of a waste to eat wheat kernels directly.

Yang Xingwen collected the money on the side, and Yang Chunsheng roasted wheat kernels on the fire.

Seeing that there were more and more students, Yang Xingwu also picked up a handful of ears of wheat and roasted them.

Roasted wheat kernels are a fire with little technical content, take the ears of wheat to burn the wheat mang, hear the sound of "Boer, Boer" coming, and it is almost roasted.

However, it is difficult to judge just by listening to the sound, but after roasting, you will smell the fragrance of wheat, and it is almost roasted at this time.

Yang Xingwu handed a bundle of wheat ears to his father, and after taking the roasted ones from his father's hands, he uncovered the straws tied together, picked out two ears of wheat at a time and handed them to the students who had paid for them.

The students who got the ears of wheat did not leave in a hurry, and immediately picked up the ears of wheat and threw the straw on the fire.

Two sheaves of wheat grains roasted, and a small handful.

After twisting off the outer skin wrapped around the wheat grains, the two hands go up and down to remove the outer skin.

After doing all this, the students looked at the slightly yellowed and blackened wheat grains in their hands, and with a smile on their faces, they carefully pinched one and chewed it in their mouths.

The fragrance of the wheat grains between the lips and teeth came to the nose, and after the barbecue, the wheat grains became more chewy.

Before he finished eating, the student's face also became a little flower cat, Yang Xingwu looked at the students' dark hands and mouths, a little funny.

The aroma of the roasted wheat kernels wafted far away, making many students stop and taste them.

The price of a bunch of three cents is a little expensive, after all, ten bunches of wheat may not produce one or two grains, but who will let them sell it alone now?

The students didn't care if the wheat was expensive or not, they only knew that they could buy two bunches for five cents, so they could save a penny.

Thinking of this, many students took out their pocket money.

Even if a student's money is only enough to buy a bunch, they will ask their classmates to buy it together to save this penny.

Yang Xingwu and his father have been busy baking the ears of wheat, and Yang Xingwen collected the money while handing over the roasted ears of wheat, which was barely supplied.

Suddenly, a student asked:

"If you buy more, can you give a little more?"

"How much do you want?"

Yang Xingwu roasted wheat kernels while answering customers' questions.

"Five-cent!"

As soon as Yang Xingwu heard this, he came to the spirit, yo, big customer! Is this the god of elementary school students? In the case of other people's pocket money of a few cents a day, this student is five cents?

Yang Xingwu looked up and down, the student in front of him was a little rich, and it seemed that the family conditions were good.

"How much do you want?"

"What about 25?"

"It's a bit much, 23 of them! How about giving you three more, and a few more next time? ”

"Okay!"

Some wealthy students immediately handed over five cents.

Yang Xingwen hurriedly took it, Yang Xingwu counted the bundle of wheat in his hand, and found that it was not enough, so he added a few more and handed it to his big customer.

After the big customer took it, he counted it twice and then left with the ears of wheat, and he seemed to think of something happy on the way, and he couldn't help but stand on tiptoe and run.

Yang Xingwu was a little puzzled when he saw the five cents that his eldest brother collected, why hadn't he seen this money, shouldn't it be that kind of red five cents?

What is the five cents of this kind of weaving? The year of the red publication seems to be 80 years old, so there must be some omission.

Suppressing the doubts in his heart, Yang Xingwu continued to roast the wheat.

After a while, after most of the small half-car frames were sold, the students had all dispersed.

The father and son looked at the fact that there were still a lot of ears of wheat left, and they were a little worried.

"What's left to do?"

Yang Xingwen looked at the ears of wheat in the car body and was a little worried.

"Let's go to the family courtyard of the machinery factory and have a look! Just try to see if the ears of wheat can be sold, after all, it doesn't take long to earn children's pocket money! ”

Hearing Yang Xingwu's words, Yang Chunsheng and Yang Xingwen nodded in agreement.

Seeing that it was time for lunch, Yang Xingwen first extinguished the fire, and then emptied all the garbage into the garbage pool, and then followed his father and eldest brother to the family courtyard of the machinery factory.

At this time, every family had already begun to cook and eat, and the father and son, pushing the cart, found a shady place.

Yang Chunsheng took out the cornmeal steamed buns made by his wife from the cloth bag.

The father and son each divided one, and Yang Xingwu looked at the steamed buns that were a little yellow and a little blackened, and hesitated for a while.

Seeing that his father and eldest brother were very satisfied, he also tried to take a bite, the rough corn residue cut straight at his throat, that was a little blackened, Yang Xingwu thought it was a little moldy at first, and when he ate it, he found that it was corn cob.

At this time, the cornmeal was made by breaking the whole cob, and the noodles were not so yellow.

This is also where he has always wondered, when he lost weight before, he ate corn nests, soft cornmeal, which made him feel very delicious, how to return to this era, but found that it was not at all like what he thought!

It wasn't until he ate this steamed bun that he understood.

As for the matter of the spinning dimes just now, he also knew the ins and outs of the matter from the memory of the original owner.

The textile dime was issued in 74, and as for the red five cents he used when he was a child, it was the fourth set of issued currency, and I haven't seen it yet, but what is the 80 years on it?

Could it be that it hasn't been a turn in the small town yet? Just like those 100-dollar bills, they were issued a few years before they were circulated throughout the country.

After Yang Xingwu finished eating the steamed buns, he found that he was a little choked and panicked, Yang Xingwen ran to the doorman and said a few good words, and asked for a few bowls of boiling water.

After eating, the three of them rested against the tree, and after a while, some people went out to work one after another.

The cart is placed at the gate facing the family home, and a lot of green wheat is placed on it, and people can see it when they go in and out.

Just as the three of them were resting, they suddenly heard a voice.

"Huh! Is this wheat kernel? ”

Yang Xingwu, who was resting, heard the voice, quickly got up, and saw a middle-aged woman standing in front of the cart, playing with the ears of wheat with interest.

"Yes, buy some for the children and the elderly! It is good for the body, clears away heat and detoxification, and clears the stomach! It's wheat kernel season! ”

"Indeed, it's a good season to eat wheat kernels, but unfortunately I can't buy it! Good luck today, little comrade, how did you sell this? ”

"It's not expensive, two cents and an ear, how much do you want?"

"Two points? It's pretty cheap! That...... Wait, why don't you grab it? ”