With the spiritual spring space, rebirth in the red era

Of course, after buying more than 200 kilograms of wheat for zero yuan, it had to be ground into flour. Xue Ming went to the party secretary's house early in the morning to borrow a chicken cart and a net. There were five good ones, rough and fine.

I used a chicken cart to push grain bags with my younger brothers and sisters to the mill in the village. The two round stones put together form a stone mill. It is said that this thing was invented by Lu Ban.

Zhao Meiling, the second daughter of the branch secretary, came over to help. They first used coarse sieves to sift out the pebbles, dirt, wheat bran and other debris from the wheat, and then used finer sieves to sift out the soil.

Pour the sifted wheat into a wooden barrel to wash away dust and impurities, and soak it in clean water for about 30 minutes.

The stone mill consists of two upper and lower grinding discs, and the joints are textured.Xue Ling poured the wheat into the hole on the stone mill, and Xue Ming turned into a donkey and pushed the millstone hard.

As the millstone rotates, the wheat enters the middle of the millstone, moves outward along the grain, and is finally ground.

Xue Ying accompanies her eldest brother to grind the millstone, but she basically plays the role in the inner circle while the two younger brothers circle around the millstone.

In the end, Xue Ming was grinding with his arms bare. His body had been transformed by the spiritual spring water and he was strong, but he was not tired at all. It was just that walking around in circles was too boring.

Xue Ling and Zhao Meiling collected the ground semi-finished flour with a dustpan, poured it into a fine basket and began to sift.

The flour that has been sifted is poured into the clay pot, and the flour that cannot be sifted is poured into the stone mill and continued to be ground. This cycle continues until the flour is ground.

Grinding has been the work of donkeys since ancient times. Unfortunately, the policy does not allow private breeding of large livestock such as donkeys.

Zhao Meiling peeked at Xue Ming from time to time, wondering why he was so thin and so strong. He kept pushing the millstone around without taking a break. No other donkey in the production team could do the job like him.

Rural girls like men who are strong and can work best. If they can work, they can earn more work points to support their families.

Xue Ling murmured in the smallest voice, "Sister Mei Ling, has she fallen in love with my brother? He even washed my feet yesterday. If he wasn't my brother, I would definitely be friends with him."

"Bah! If you keep talking nonsense, I'll tear your mouth apart!" Zhao Meiling blushed and lowered her head to look around, "But your brother is really capable and can actually buy wheat."

The mutterings of the two girls were heard by Xue Ming, who lamented that girls today are too precocious and their combined age is less than 30 years old.

It took a whole morning to grind 200 kilograms of wheat into 140 kilograms of flour and 60 kilograms of bran. The flour can be eaten and the bran can be fed to pigs.

When Xue Ming packed up his tools and went home, he saw a seven or eight-year-old child who had been watching them grinding flour. Xue Ling pinched her waist with her hands and blocked the bus with her body, "Xue Erdan, what are you looking at?"

Xue Erdan turned around and left along the path. He was the youngest son of the third uncle, who was also his nominal cousin.

"Let's go, ignore him." Xue Ming hated this naughty kid. He and his father were both born bad.

When he returned home and poured the flour into the noodle vat, Xue Ming gave Zhao Meiling 10 kilograms of bran, "Thank you for coming to help. Take this bran back and feed it to your old sow."

Nowadays, pigs can only eat pig grass, and ordinary pigs are not worthy of eating such precious things as feed. The main ingredient of feed is the husks of various grains such as bran and soybean meal.

The flour grinding net and the chicken bus were borrowed from her house, and she worked hard from beginning to end. Xue Ming wanted to express his gratitude regardless of the circumstances.

Zhao Meiling left happily with 10 pounds of bran, and ten minutes later brought a bowl of pickled carrots. Her family knew that the Xue family was in difficulty and did not want to take advantage of the Xue family.

She also sent over two pieces of yeast for making dough, which were actually two old cornmeal steamed buns.

Mom didn't go home for lunch at noon. Since she started working as a miscellaneous worker with the women's captain, she could eat in the brigade every day.

Xue Ling cooked sweet potatoes to fill everyone's stomachs. After eating the sweet potatoes, Xue Ming made noodles to make steamed buns. Eating white flour steamed buns was his obsession.

Add flour, spiritual spring water, and yeast to the basin and start kneading the dough. After kneading the dough, cover it with a cloth. After half an hour, the dough ferments in the basin.

"Second sister, take care of your younger brother. Eldest sister, I will make steamed buns and give our mother a surprise tonight." Xue Ming planned to steam a pot of white flour steamed buns.

"Okay, I can eat white flour steamed buns!" The younger brothers and sisters danced with joy.

However, it was quite difficult to eat the steamed buns. The brother and sister kept pressing the dough with rolling pins, kneading the dough, and sprinkling dry flour on the dough while kneading.

After the dough is kneaded, he uses his hands to roll the dough into a long strip as thick as his wrist. Xue Ming cuts it into small sections with his knife, and then puts it in a pot to steam.

But he wanted to be more perfect, and arranged for Xue Ling to boil water, while he kneaded the small noodles into steamed buns in the main room, rounded them one by one and cooked them in a pot.

Suddenly I felt someone peeping, I looked up and saw Xue Erdan again through the fence. The kid turned around and ran away again, "Sister, lock the door when no one is home from now on."

"If he dares to steal our things, I'll beat him to death." The person Xue Ling hates the most is Xue Erdan, and she was often bullied by him before the family was separated.

When steaming the steamed buns, Xue Ling was responsible for adding firewood to the stove, and Xue Ming was responsible for pulling the bellows. A raging fire burned the bottom of the pot, and soon a trace of green smoke came out of the pot lid.

Although it was very hot, the brother and sister never tired of it. The three little guys gathered around the stove and waited to eat the steamed buns. The second sister had cut the pickles.

At dusk, Liu Yue'e came home from work and saw the children busy in the kitchen. "What are they doing? What's cooking in the pot?"

"What a coincidence that you came back." Xue Ming reached out and opened the lid of the pot, and a cloud of green smoke rose up, revealing a pot of steamed buns.

It doesn't look very white but a little yellow, but this is the true nature of flour steamed buns. Those steamed buns that are as white as snow are smoked yellow with sulfur or bleach.

Liu Yue'e was stunned for a moment. Her fourth brother Xue Qing reached out to grab the steamed bun and was burned. She quickly let go and looked at her elder brother helplessly.

"Brother, I can't eat hot steamed buns in a hurry." Xue Ming put the steamed buns in the basket. There were so many steamed buns that the whole family could eat for three days.

He took out four steamed buns and distributed them to his younger brothers and sisters. The little ones ignored the heat and ran to the yard to eat.

"Mom, you eat one too." Xue Ming gave her a big steamed bun and a radish pickle.

Liu Yue'e took a bite, swallowed it and closed her eyes, "The steamed buns are so chewy. I haven't eaten white flour steamed buns in many years."

"Then eat a few more." Xue Ming also took a bite of a steamed bun and another bite of pickles and couldn't help but praise, "It's chewy, soft and sweet. The steamed buns I made are so delicious."

Liu Yue'e chuckled. Looking at the children eating the steamed buns crazily, she couldn't help but feel warm in her heart and have a smile on her face.

Xue Ming became scared while eating. His two 5-year-old brothers actually ate three steamed buns in one go, and their bellies became round.

When the fifth brother took the fourth steamed bun, Xue Ming grabbed his hand and said, "Eat it tomorrow. Don't burst your belly."

"Brother, can we still eat white steamed buns tomorrow?" Xue Min looked at his eldest brother weakly, and the family members also looked at Xue Ming.

Xue Ming also looked at them, "They say that an elder brother is like a father. It is my duty to make sure you have enough to eat, even though it is very difficult..."