I'm not a wild eater

"Ask any questions."

"If you want to know what's wrong with me, then you have to change the name first, and call it uncle."

"uncle"

"Hee hee." Yan Shu smiled triumphantly, and walked towards Mu Qing with small steps.

Ma Dan, who wanted to take advantage of it but didn't take advantage of it, was actually taken a big advantage.

This damn curiosity.

Mu Qing said angrily: "What did you want to ask just now?"

"I want to ask, we don't have tools, so how do we get the rice out of the millet? Peel it by hand?"

【Ah yes, how do I do this? 】

[If you peel it by hand, how long do you have to peel it off. 】

[When we were young, we used to go to the town to thresh with a threshing machine. 】

[Master Mu: Simple, set up a threshing machine overnight. 】

[What is a threshing machine?Is it easy to do? 】

[I'm afraid the one in front is an idiot. 】

"That's it?" Mu Qing whispered secretly.

If I knew it was this problem, I wouldn't fall into Yan Shu's trap.

"So you know it? How do you do it?"

"hey-hey."

"Hey what, say it!"

"Call husband!"

"you"

Yan Shu stared, raising a small fist ferociously.

"Indomitable, I would rather die than submit, you beat me to death!" Mu Qing stared back at Yan Shu.

As a strong attacker, Yan Shu needed to raise his head slightly.

As the target of attack, Mu Qing was in a state of looking down.

The picture is very dissonant.

"husband."

After a stalemate for a while, Yan Shu lowered his head and raised his eyes, and said in a dull voice.

"Ok?"

Muqing looked at Yan Shu pretending to be blank, as if he didn't hear anything.

It sounds so loud, it doesn't sound like fun at all.

"Husband!" Yan Shu rolled his eyes and slightly increased his volume.

"Ok?"

"I'd rather die than surrender, right? Kill you!"

Yan Shu swung his small fist and raised his hand as an uppercut.

Mu Qing put down the machete in his hand, and quickly took a step back, the wind of his fist just passed along the tip of his nose.

Without hitting a punch, Yan Shu's body moved forward quickly, and the 34-yard foot came with the wind, and the target was Mu Qing's handsome face.

"Don't, don't, I say, I say."

Seeing Yan Shu's menacing approach, Mu Qing jumped to Yan Shu's side several times, and hugged him easily.

Hastily said hello again and again.

"Say it!"

Yan Shu proudly put one foot on the stone bench he used to sit on.

Chong Muqing raised his eyebrows and smiled proudly.

"Have you heard of pounding rice?" Mu Qing asked cautiously.

Yan Shu shook his head.

"Eh, to put it simply, it is to get a container, then pour rice into it, and pestle it with a wooden stick."

"This way, the rice and the outer shell are separated."

"With rice, the husk is light. Sieve it with a dustpan and blow it lightly. The husk will be blown away and the rice will be left behind."

Muqing didn't make a fool of himself, and explained the matter very clearly in the most concise language.

[Shu Ye: If you don't get it so directly, you just deserve a beating. 】

[Hahaha, Lord Mu is overwhelmed with desire to survive. 】

[No way, this little daughter-in-law really dares to do it. 】

【Master Shu looks really handsome when he starts his hands!love it. 】

[I would rather die than surrender, right?Then kill you, hahaha. 】

[I thought it was so difficult to make rice, does it sound easy? 】

[Sometimes, what sounds simple is just what it sounds like. 】

"Oh, easy."

"In this case, won't the rice be broken?" Yan Shu asked.

"As long as you don't hit me hard, you won't."

As Mu Qing said, he returned to the stone table and continued to pick up the machete to cut red ginseng.