The Local Lazy Man System

"Isn't that the business is not so good? Why do you tire?"

Liu Qingqing looked at Ye Yaorong suspiciously and asked.

"Last night I asked Fan Binbin and Lin Xinru to advertise for our sister's shop. Who knew that the effect would be so good, it was overcrowded, but I used your husband and me as three people."

Ye Yaorong said.

"Haha, it's hard work husband, I don't want to give you a massage."

Liu Qingqing said with a smile.

"It's better to be a wife!"

Ye Yaorong said happily.

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Autumn morning is hazy. People just opened their eyes and put themselves on hazy fog in autumn. People walking on the road can only vaguely see a few meters away, like a fairyland.

Although the mountains and rivers in the distance can't be seen clearly, it gives people a mysterious feeling.

The mist, the thin mist, if there is no mist, like silk or veil, floating around in the air and on the ground, strands, strands, very beautiful.

Ye Yaorong strolled in the yard, and Wu'er followed, gently attached to Ye Yaorong's body, soft, cool, and comfortable.

This is a foggy world, immersed in the foggy world, in a daze, as if you are in the Yaochi fairy palace, surrounded by clouds and fog, and the thick tree trunks around are the courtyard pillars of the fairy palace.

Suddenly, a burst of cold ice drew Ye Yaorong back to reality. It turned out that the naughty droplets on the tree got into Ye Yaorong's neck.

Gradually, the fog faded a bit, and the morning light infiltrated in, making the fog seem to be stained with a faint layer of silk.

As time went by, the fog became lighter, gradually becoming strands, strands, floating, getting smaller, and disappearing.

People say that breakfast in late autumn is the most beautiful, and Ye Yaorong thinks that the fog in late autumn morning is the most beautiful.

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After eating breakfast, Ye Yaorong moved a chair boredly and sat in the yard reading a novel.

On the National Day, Fang Bolin and the others went on a trip, and there were no outsiders in the yard, and the whole yard seemed a little deserted.

"Oh, uncle..."

The cry of Xiao Mengmeng moved Ye Yaorong's spirit from the book.

"what happened?"

Ye Yaorong looked at the crying Xiao Mengmeng and asked suspiciously.

"Uncle, me, my arm hurts!"

Xiao Mengmeng showed Ye Yaorong his arm.

It turned out that Xiao Mengmeng went to the big chestnut tree in the north of the village to beat chestnuts with the bear child door in the village today. He didn't escape in time and was hit by the chestnuts that fell from the tree.

"Okay, don't cry, uncle will give you some medicine."

Ye Yaorong said that he brought the ointment to Xiao Mengmeng to wipe down. This ointment was specially made by Ye Yaorong and the effect was particularly good.

"It doesn't hurt anymore!"

Ye Yaorong looked at Xiao Mengmeng and asked.

"Well, it doesn't hurt anymore!"

Xiao Mengmeng nodded and said.

"In the future, there will be no adults. Don't beat chestnuts. There are thorns on them. If you hit your face, don't break the picture."

Ye Yaorong said.

This is a very dangerous thing to get chestnuts. Chestnuts grow on trees with thorns all over. It is impossible for people to climb onto the trees to pick them by hand.

The chestnut is beaten down by tapping the branches with bamboo poles or wooden sticks. If a chestnut accidentally falls on someone, it will definitely be injured.

Therefore, people in the village do not allow children to beat chestnut, for fear that the children will hurt themselves if they are not sensible.

"Ok!"

Xiao Mengmeng nodded and said.

"Uncle, people still want to eat chestnuts. The second child said that all raw chestnuts are delicious, but I haven't eaten them."

Children are more greedy. After Xiao Mengmeng was quiet for a while, she couldn't help but say to Ye Yaorong.

"Well, this time my uncle will take you to beat chestnuts, but in the future, when there are no adults, you can't beat chestnuts, it will hurt. Then, my uncle will not apply ointment to you."

Ye Yaorong frightened Xiao Mengmeng and said.

"Uncle won't wipe it for me, the beautiful aunt will wipe it for me."

Xiao Mengmeng whispered.

"You... forget it, uncle will take you to beat chestnut."

Ye Yaorong said depressedly.

After all, I am an adult, and I can't be as knowledgeable as a child.

Soon Ye Yaorong brought Xiao Mengmeng to the chestnut tree in the north of the village.

This chestnut tree has a history of many years. When Ye Guangrong was young, this chestnut tree was already here. More than 20 years later, this old chestnut tree is still there, and it is still blooming and bearing fruit every year.

Because this chestnut tree is a little old, I don’t know who planted it, and planted it on the collective land in the village, and it became an ownerless fruit tree.

The young and old in the village, if anyone wants to eat chestnuts, they will come here to beat some and stir-fry them. Of course, no one will wipe out all the chestnuts on the tree.

Ye Yaorong picked up the bamboo pole on the edge of the chestnut tree. This was for the convenience of chestnut. The villagers put the bamboo pole on the edge of the tree.

"Stand far away."

Ye Yaorong said to Xiao Mengmeng beside him.

After Xiao Mengmeng got to a safe position, Ye Guangrong held the bamboo pole in his left hand and patted gently on the edge of the chestnut tree. Soon, the chestnut on the tree began to fall.

The slap on the chestnut tree must not be too heavy. If it is too heavy, it will not only damage the chestnut tree, but also make the immature chestnut fall from the tree.

Generally mature chestnuts will fall off if you tap them lightly.

Seeing that it was almost done, Ye Yaorong stopped slapping the chestnut trees, but picked up all the chestnuts that fell.

"Uncle, how can I get this chestnut out!"

Xiao Mengmeng ran to Ye Yaorong's side anxiously and said.

This chestnut is wrapped in chestnut buds. If you want to eat this chestnut, you have to smash the chestnut buds covered with thorns.

"It depends on your uncle."

With that, Ye Yaorong found a sharp stone on the side, and slowly chiseled it on the edge of the chestnut bud, not facing the middle, otherwise it would chop all the chestnuts inside.

Soon the outer shell of the chestnut bud was chipped away, and the chestnut inside broke away from the encirclement of the chestnut bud by tearing it with the tip of the stone.

This kind of chestnut, which is almost a wild chestnut tree, is not big, its skin is reddish brown, bright, and the tail has yellowish brown hair.

Peel off one, there is still a layer of shell inside.

When you break the shell, you can see the tender yellow flesh. This naturally-growing and naturally mature chestnut is particularly delicious. Unlike the chestnuts that are sold today, most of them have measures to promote growth and they do not taste good.

Looking at the tender yellow flesh, Ye Guangrong couldn't help but remember that when he was a child, he and a group of friends were playing under the chestnut tree and eating chestnuts.

At that time, it was still a drying farm, but as many people in the village moved outside to live, most of the village's fields were left unused. This drying farm has not been used for more than 20 years.

Cracks appear everywhere in the current cement drying field, and it is also covered with weeds. Perhaps in a few decades, there will be no trace of this drying field.

When Ye Yaorong was emotional, Xiao Mengmeng grabbed the chestnut from Ye Yaorong's hand and stuffed it into his mouth.

"It's so sweet, it's delicious, uncle, you peel it to me again, I want to eat it."

Xiao Mengmeng took Ye Yaorong's hand and shook it to act like a baby. He was really a greedy kid.

But a child who is not greedy is not a child.

Ye Yaorong also came when he was a child. Ye Yaorong remembered that when he was a child, he was more greedy than Xiao Mengmeng.

My mother wouldn't eat anything good at home, so she would hide it, but Ye Yaorong could find it secretly and eat it up.

For this, Ye Yaorong was beaten by his mother.

"Okay, okay, don't shake it, uncle, peel it to you."

Ye Yaorong said with a smile.

This raw chestnut was also Ye Yaorong’s favorite when he was a child.

Raw chestnuts are sweeter than cooked chestnuts, especially for children.

Children are greedy, but their appetite is so big that they can't eat them if they don't eat a few.

After knocking down so many chestnuts, Ye Yaorong would certainly not waste it. After smashing all the chestnut buds of this chestnut, Ye Yaorong took all the chestnuts out, and Ye Yaorong was ready to take them and cook them.

Picking up chestnut buds is really not a job for ordinary people. If you accidentally don't hold it down or your hands slip, you will get stuck in your hands, which will hurt.

But for Ye Yaorong, it was not a difficult task. Now Ye Yaorong's skin couldn't even get a needle, not to mention that the thorns on the chestnut bud could hurt him.

Many people like to eat the fried chestnuts on the street, but Ye Yaorong does not like the fried chestnuts on the street because it is very unhealthy. Many vendors on the street add sweeteners such as industrial paraffin and sodium saccharin to stir fry the chestnuts~www .wuxiaspot.com~In recent years, people also know that as long as the food contains industrial raw materials, it is not a good thing. If you eat too much, you will get sick.

Just like the liquor incident many years ago, it was because of the addition of industrial alcohol that many people were poisoned, blinded, and even died directly.

It was from that time that people realized that industrial raw materials are the most harmful to the human body.

Ye Yaorong put the peeled chestnuts in the bag. There were still a lot. Ye Yaorong estimated that there were more than three catties of chestnuts.

"Go, go home!"

Ye Yaorong took Xiao Mengmeng's hand and walked out toward home.

"Auntie, uncle said to cook chestnuts for us at noon."

When he got home, Liu Qingqing was already holding the baby and playing with the baby in the yard.

"Really?"

Liu Qingqing said with a smile.

"I just went to the north of the village to pick some chestnuts and came back. After lunch, let's cook chestnuts. We haven't eaten boiled chestnuts for many years. I missed them."

Ye Yaorong said with a smile.

When Ye Yaorong was a child, if anyone in the village cooked chestnuts, if the little guys like Ye Yaorong passed by, they would share it with the children.

It's a pity that when Ye Yaorong grows up, he won't have this treatment, which is why Ye Yaorong said that he hasn't eaten boiled chestnut in many years.

When picking chestnuts just now, Ye Guangrong recalled the taste of his childhood, thinking about cooking chestnuts by himself.

I don't know if it will taste like when I was a child.

After all, what I ate when I was a child, I think it is delicious in retrospect, but when I eat it again, I don’t feel the same as when I was a child.

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