Rebirth in another world is good for farming

It takes half a month for rice seedlings to grow up. The Zhang family has no other fields. At this time, there is a vacancy. The rice at home is also used up. Order rice for cooking.

Although the millet is dried in the sun, it cannot be directly put on the mill for shelling.Because it has been dried in the mud, it is more or less contaminated with sand, and the recovered millet itself is mixed with impurities, which must be filtered out before husking.This process is also very difficult for Zhang Xiaoliu. They can only pour about two liters of millet into the dustpan at a time, shake the millet up by vigorously waving the dustpan with their hands, and then fall back into the dustpan due to inertia.If there is wind during the raising process, the light empty particles will float out, or fall on the upper layer, just separate them by hand.This matter was done by the old mother, Zhang Xiaoliu's hands were sore after weighing it a few times, and he only cleaned two buckets of millet in one afternoon.On a whim, I simply packed it in a burlap bag and went to the public house at the head of the village to mill the rice.

The public house is a big house that has been handed down from Xiaba Village at some time. It is dozens of square meters. The blue tiles on the roof are inspected and repaired by a few strong young men in the village every year, and large stone slabs are laid on the ground.On weekdays, the door is not locked or locked, and the inside is empty, except for a large mill for rice milling, a small stone mill for grinding beans when making tofu, and a small windmill about three feet high is placed farther away, which is specially used after rice milling. It is used to raise rice, and it is very fine.

These things are shared by the villagers, and they can be used whenever they come.It's just that if there are many people rolling rice during the slack season, it is possible to line up for a day or two.

Zhang Xiaoliu thought that no one would choose to mill rice at this time when the manpower is tight.Unexpectedly, before he got close, he heard the creaking sound of pushing the stone mill from inside.

"It seems that someone is inside, why don't we go there later?" Zhao Zhengze and Zhang Xiaoliu walked side by side, carrying half a bag of millet on their backs.Hearing someone inside at this time, he subconsciously stopped and asked.

"Go in and wait, it's too hot here." Zhang Xiaoliu wiped the sweat off his face, and helped him hold the bag on his back.

The door was only ajar, Zhang Xiaoliu opened it and saw a tall man lowering his head to put rice from the stone mill into his pocket.

Hearing the noise, the man also raised his head.The skin on his face is fairer than that of ordinary people, and his facial features are more delicate.Although he was wearing a brown short jacket that is common in the village, at first glance, he still felt that his appearance was too feminine.This appearance can be regarded as outstanding in the village, but I don't know that it was kept at home until Zhengguang talked about it.

This was the first time Zhang Xiaoliu saw him up close, and he occasionally saw him from a distance in the field some time ago, but I don't know whether it was on purpose or not, and he never came across him directly.He hesitated for a moment, not knowing whether to greet him or not.Although he really didn't like Uncle Zhao's family, the Gao family was still a foreigner after all.

But Zhang Xiaoliu soon realized that he was worrying too much, probably because of Bomo Zhao's advice, he raised his head and glanced at the two of them, his long and narrow Danfeng eyes narrowed, and continued to slowly move the rice into his pocket with his hands.Just by looking at the expression, you can tell that you don't like them very much.

Seeing this, Zhang Xiaoliu didn't make a sound, and helped Zhao Zhengze put down the millet he was carrying, and waited patiently for Gao to finish.He saw that the rice Gao's milled still had a lot of outer fibrous tissue and bran wax, which was rougher than the low-grade rice bought from the grain store, but most people in the village ate it this way.He himself is not used to the rough taste of brown rice, but he doesn't know if he can grind it finer.

Gao lingered there for a long time, until he could not find even half a grain of broken rice in the stone mill, and then left without saying a word, carrying his pocket.Zhang Xiaoliu was not busy working, so naturally he didn't care about the wasted time. Seeing that he had it, he swept the stone mill excitedly, and poured half of the millet they brought into it.

The stone mill here is no different from the ones he has seen in the past. It is about two feet in diameter and can be pulled by one person.Although Zhao Zhengze was young, he always worked hard to death.Before Zhang Xiaoliu had time to say that the two of them were pushing the mill together, he saw him holding the wooden shaft and turning it.

"It's easier for two people to push together, why are you in such a hurry?" Zhang Xiaoliu hurriedly followed him and joined him in pushing the wooden shaft to spin it, saying at the same time.

"Ah, you go to the side to rest for a while, I can push." ​​Zhao Zhengze tightened his hands, trying to let him go.

"Okay, I know you are strong enough, so let me also try to grind the grain I grow into rice with my own hands?" Zhao Zhengze is more and more fond of doing the work on himself, almost like Zhang Xiaoliu doing something He would run over and rush to do heavy work.

Zhao Zhengze didn't expect him to say that, and his face was stained with a thin layer of red.Just as he was about to say something, he was interrupted by a voice outside.

Those two voices were not familiar to Zhang Xiaoliu, one was loud and full of breath, and the other was softer, and he couldn't hear it clearly.He and Zhao Zhengze looked at each other, not knowing what happened, so they simply went to the door and poked their heads out to look.

About tens of feet away, Mrs. Gao got into a quarrel with another Momo on the road for some reason.Zhang Xiaoliu looked at it for a while, and Gao Shi's voice was suppressed by that so-so voice, probably saying why he shamelessly caught our chicken, greedy for petty gains and so on.Mrs. Gao ran over to the chickens in my field, who knew they were domesticated?What's more, I didn't get your things and so on.

"Sure enough, it's a family. Those who don't know the way they do things think they are the sons of the Zhao family!" Although Zhang Xiaoliu understood it very quickly, he couldn't help laughing secretly.

Zhao Zhengze was still pushing the stone mill, and he probably didn't hear what he said. Although his steps seemed heavy due to the weight on his hands, he naturally had a smile on his face.

Zhang Xiaoliu suddenly discovered that his changes in the past six months were very obvious.He still remembers his timid and weak appearance at the beginning, his clothes were torn and his face was sallow, just like the little cabbage sung in the song.Otherwise, at that time, there would be no surplus food in the family, so he really wouldn't "take in" it casually.

In the blink of an eye, half a year later, he grew taller quickly, and he also had flesh on his body.It is no longer the sullen character at the beginning, and his face is no longer gloomy. Although he doesn't laugh often, he often shows a happy look.

Sometimes it's that quick to change a person.To put it more deeply, in the past six months, Zhao Zhengze has done no less than him for the family, especially in farming.

"What's the matter?" Seeing him staring at him for a long time, Zhao Zhengze raised his sleeve and wiped his face, asking incomprehensibly.

"It's nothing, I seem to find that you look better the longer you grow." Zhang Xiaoliu said casually.Of course, this is not a lie at all. Half a year ago, Zhang Xiaoliu was as thin as a monkey, and her head and face were not properly tidied up.In the past few months, because of eating a lot, they have grown a lot, and they also bathe and freshen up with Mai and the others every day, and the whole person is much cleaner.

"I don't want to look good!" In Zhao Zhengze's feeling, it is not a compliment for a half-sized boy to be called "good-looking".He hoped that he would grow taller and stronger, so that he would have great strength.As for good-looking, he thought about it carefully, and his rough appearance was really not good-looking.Only Liu Ge'er's meticulous eyebrows are the most attractive.

Zhang Xiaoliu was amused by his angry child's appearance, he didn't expect such a young child to have a sense of manliness, so he covered his mouth and signaled not to speak, and wanted to push the millstone with him.

The sound outside gradually subsided, probably because the two noisy people walked away again.Zhang Xiaoliu was counting how many times it would take for the millet inside to drop its hulls, when someone pushed the door in again.

This time Zhao Zhengze reacted faster than him, and shouted after looking at him, "Qiuming, are you here to grind flour?"

The small stone mill next to it was used for grinding flour and soybean milk. Zhang Xiaoliu looked at it and saw Qiuming holding a basin filled with white rice.

"So you use it here!" He greeted first, and then he replied, "Peanuts are planted at noon, and sweet potatoes will be planted tomorrow. Grind some glutinous rice flour and steam them for them. It's stomach-friendly."

He approached and looked at the millet in their stone mill, and said, "Is this the millet that was just recovered this year?"Your hands and feet are quite fast, so you can eat it now.

"It's because we ran out of rice at home, so we had to make some cooking pot first." Zhang Xiaoliu said shyly, although he praised the quick work, it sounded like he was too greedy.

"It's good if you can eat it. No wonder Shizhu keeps talking about how powerful wheat is recently. It seems that with such a capable brother like you, it's no wonder that he can raise his brother so diligently." Qiuming said these words with some emotion. Things are impermanent.It's not the only children in this family who lost their parents when they were young, but in the end, there are not many who can take care of the family and the outside world like them, and do things in an orderly manner.

In the past, there were more or less children who grew up on their own in the village, but their lives were always worse than those of other families.But now everyone in the village knows that although the members of the Zhang family live in a dilapidated house, at least they can feed so many mouths.The large vegetable field in front of the door is not empty at all, and the vegetables grown are comparable to those grown by other big families.The fields are not deserted, and the spring planting and summer harvest have caught up with other people's homes.There are dozens of chickens in front of the door, and I don't know how many people are jealous.Wait another month, whether it is to sell or keep raw eggs, there will be a profit.These kids really have plans.

"We're just farming, and we're just following everyone's back. When it comes to farming, how can anyone in the village be as boastful as Qiuming?" Zhang Xiaoliu said hastily.

"I think you'll be able to compare with me after two years." Qiuming seemed to be used to the speed of farming, so he didn't say anything after hearing what he said, but encouraged him instead.

Zhang Xiaoliu smiled and said nothing, after pushing for so long, the millet in the stone mill had already started to show white.Next to him, Qiuming also poured rice into a small stone mill. It seemed that there were only about two or three liters of rice, and it could be finished in one go.

"Qiuming, why is the rice you grind so clean?" Zhang Xiaoliu discovered this problem after looking at it for a while. Just now he saw that Gao's grind was also brown rice, and the color was not very good.The rice that Qiuming poured into the stone mill looked like the high-quality white rice he had seen in the grain store, very eye-catching.

"I ground it finely, and then raised it in a windmill. My kind of glutinous rice is whiter in color, but it has been soaked in a water tank for two or three days. Of course, it looks good."

Qiuming pushed the small stone mill with ease, almost watching the glutinous rice crumble into powder.

Only then did Zhang Xiaoliu remember that when he was a child, he had seen others use glutinous rice to grind flour, and it was indeed necessary to soak it in water to soften it first, and then drain the water.And for them, glutinous rice is used to make festive cakes, so of course it takes a lot of effort to make it clean.Most of the time, rice should be cooked with miscellaneous grains, so it doesn't have to be too fine.In the end, he put the ground rice into the small windmill and carefully lifted the crumbs, but there was still something red in it.