With a Door In Mind

The ground is turned over, but what to plant is another question.

Some teachers suggested planting corn, while others suggested planting sweet potatoes.

In the final vote, the sweet potato won.

why?

It's a high yield thing.

However, sweet potatoes have to be ridged and ditched, and their water requirements are higher than those of corn.

There are lakes nearby. But it's a bit far, about three kilometers.

Fortunately, there were a lot of people in the class. Boy No. 30 got this acre of land and could finish watering it in a few days.

Zhou Xiaochuan and Zhang Dazhuang carried a bucket of water and walked towards the field. Fortunately, there are a lot of people living in the city in the class, so I brought buckets from home and only 15 buckets were collected.

Fifteen groups of people carried water together, using the time of the labor class to finish watering the fields in a few days.

At this time, our head teacher, Mr. Yang, turned from a senior classroom teacher to a senior old farmer, teaching by words and deeds.

Zhou Xiaochuan looked at Teacher Yang, who was demonstrating cutting sweet potato seedlings in the field, and sighed in his heart that the teachers of this era are really good examples.

Since the beginning of the farm work, the other party has never stood by and watched, and they have set an example. If this is to let those middle school head teachers do this in future generations, don't talk about it.

This time Zhou Xiaochuan didn't put too much space spring water, but put a little bit. As long as it doesn't cut production it's fine.

However, 50 people have acquired this acre of land. If the production is reduced again, there is really nothing to say.

After working hard for more than a month, sweet potatoes were finally planted on this acre of land from weeding to cutting.

Even Tanabe was ordered with soybeans.

Zhou Xiaochuan had already arranged for the girl to carry the water and pull the weeds.

For more than a month, the culture class was still held as normal, and the labor class and weekends were all doing farm work.

It is estimated that the school also knows that it has been hard recently, and it is a rare Sunday to take a day off.

The head teacher didn't say anything when he heard that Zhou Xiaochuan had no objection to this arrangement. This rule is defaulted.

After school in the evening, he rode his bike to the family building.

"Come home for dinner tomorrow." Zhou Xiaochuan said to Chu Yanyan before leaving.

The little girl has helped herself a lot for more than a month. Gotta be rewarded.

Otherwise, you can't be lazy next time.

The other party was stunned for a moment, then nodded.

Seeing this, Zhou Xiaochuan rode his car back.

Chu Yanyan carried her bag and went home.

Grandma Chu was cooking. She looked at the old man Chu who was reading the newspaper, put her arms around his neck from behind and smiled, "Grandpa, you can finally rest tomorrow."

Hearing this, the old man put down the newspaper and touched his granddaughter's head.

"Is this still tiring? What should I do when I go to the countryside to grab the harvest after the cut-off time?"

Chu Yanyan grimaced when she heard the words. Of course she knew what the other party was talking about. The current junior high school and high school had to support the countryside when the farming was busy.

"It's okay, what others can do, your granddaughter can definitely do it too."

"Good, good!"

The old man Chu praised her when he heard the words, then glanced at her and asked:

"By the way, who is the person who brings you back every day?"

Chu Yanyan was stunned when she heard the words, and then said naturally:

"Ah? Oh, that's my classmate. Didn't I tell my grandma last time, he happened to be passing by and brought me back."

The old man Chu glanced at her suspiciously.

Think about it.

Still didn't ask any further.

Seeing this, Chu Yanyan secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Grandpa was too serious to be serious.

When Zhou Xiaohe returned home, he saw Zhou Xiaomi was sullen there.

"What's the matter, little guy?"

Zhou Xiaochuan asked Yang Yuemei suspiciously.

Yang Yuemei smiled bitterly when she heard the words, "The little guy saw a few older kids playing with wooden guns, and she wants to play too, so I'm a little unhappy without her."

"No trouble?"

Yang Yuemei shook her head when she heard the words.

Zhou Xiaochuan smiled when he saw this. "Okay, I see."

Then looking at Zhou Xiaomi, he shook his head, this little boy really didn't know what the little girl wanted.

But it's mainly because there are so few that can be played right now. A lot of things to play are gender-neutral.

Since the little guy wasn't wronged, he didn't care, mainly because he didn't know what toy to make for her.

Could it be a wooden gun too?

Think of the little guy shouting around with a pistol: "biu, biu, biu,"

He suddenly laughed to himself.

But looking at Zhou Xiaohe next to him, he thought for a while, or he would do two at night.

Xiaohe has never had any toys, and even a slingshot has never been made for him because he was worried about the danger.

After dinner in the evening, he entered the space, and the woodworking tools were very fast to make, and it didn't take long for two small wooden guns to be made.

Sure enough, the picture I imagined really came out.

The two little guys were very happy to get things, and the two of them kept "biu" there. After playing, I put the small wooden gun on the waistband of my pants.

A look like I'm a little soldier.

Zhou Xiaochuan looked at it and thought to himself: No, I can't give her this kind of toy next time. This would be bad if it was a tomboy.

The next day was Sunday, and they all stayed at home.

Qin Xiao and Chu Yanyan came over one after another.

Seeing that Zhao Qingqing was not here, Qin Xiao ran out again and pulled Zhao Qingqing over after a while.

Suddenly, the house became lively. Zhou Xiaochuan had been in school for more than a month, and Qin Xiao and others were curious about the school situation.

Zhou Xiaochuan told his story for more than a month, mainly because of his farm work.

As a participant, Chu Yanyan interjected from time to time, and when it came to interesting places, everyone laughed happily.

Qin Xiao watched Zhou Xiaochuan and Chu Yanyan chatting and laughing there, and his heart sank for a while.

She secretly thought that she was going to take the exam at the end of the year, and she would also go to Jiefang Road Junior High School to go to school.

Zhao Qingqing looked at Qin Xiao's expression and was stealing the fun.

Qin Xiao came back to his senses and asked strangely, "Qingqing, why are you snickering? I have flowers on my face?"

"No, no. I just laughed when I thought of something."

Hearing Zhao Qingqing's words, she gave a soft sigh and ignored her.

Seeing this, Zhao Qingqing stuck out his tongue secretly!

Since I called someone over, I would definitely get a delicious meal at noon. I haven't eaten noodles for a long time, so I made a meal at noon.

Hand rolled noodles.

However, the noodles were rolled out by Yang Yuemei, with the toppings of the braised pork head that he made. It was quite enjoyable for the people to eat.

Several women also disliked the meat on the pork head being too fatty.

Chu Yanyan looked at the snow-white noodles in front of her, and the pile of thinly sliced ​​meat on top, and felt emotional.

If it wasn't for the noodles that someone invited her to eat, she really wanted to take some back home for Grandpa to taste.

Zhou Xiaochuan looked at Chu Yanyan in a daze and asked, "What's wrong? Isn't it delicious?"

"Oh? No, no." Chu Yanyan explained and hurriedly ate the noodles in the bowl.

Zhou Xiaochuan is a southerner. It's okay to eat some pasta occasionally, but it's a bit unbearable to eat it often.

In the afternoon, several people were at home, and Chu Yanyan watched Zhou Xiaomi draw, so she took the initiative to teach the little guy how to draw. Valley

As expected of learning to draw since childhood, teaching Xiaomi at this stage should not be too simple.

Looking at Chu Yanyan, she thought of tea leaves.

Would you like to make some milk tea?

Turn around and go back to the kitchen, take out a little sweet potato flour, and pinch a little ball. Cooked with boiling water.

Take a little brown sugar and add a little water to start frying the sugar color. When the brown sugar is fried to a jujube red, pour a little milk and tea into it.

No straws.

While the milk was boiling, he got a few thin bamboos out of the space to make straws.

Take out the boiled tea leaves. Put some sweet potato **** in several large magnetic cylinders.

Then poured the prepared milk tea into it.

I tasted it, and the taste was good, but the sweetness was not enough.

I got a little honey and put it in.

Several people looked at Zhou Xiaochuan holding several large magnetic cylinders with bamboo pipes inserted into them, and they were all curious.

"Try it, be careful not to burn your mouth." He put the thing on the table and motioned to a few people.

Yang Yuemei took a sip and said in surprise, "What is this? It tastes weird, but it's delicious."

"milk tea"

Hearing Zhou Xiaochuan's words, although he didn't know what it was, the sweet smell wafting from the cup made people drool.

Qin Xiao and a few people tasted it, and immediately his eyes lit up.

Zhou Xiaochuan smiled when he saw it, this milk tea is popular with girls in future generations, not to mention now.

Soon a few people finished drinking the half-magnetic cylinder of milk tea in their hands.

Only millet was left to eat with a spoon.

After staying at home for a while in the afternoon, a few people dispersed.

Before leaving, Chu Yanyan hesitated for a moment, and asked him, "Zhou Xiaochuan, can you buy some flour for me?"

Did not ask where it came from.

Zhou Xiaochuan thought for a while after hearing the words, "How much do you want?"

"5 catties, not 2 catties!" She also knew that food was scarce now, so she was embarrassed to say too much.

Hearing Chu Yanyan, he thought how much would it be.

"You wait."

After he finished speaking, he turned back to the kitchen and took out a noodle bag, which contained about five catties of flour.

"Take this."

Chu Yanyan took it, "Thank you, how much is this?"

Zhou Xiaochuan waved his hand indifferently, "Forget it, but you can't tell others."

"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone. But if you don't want the money, forget it."

After he finished speaking, he returned the bag.

Seeing this, Zhou Xiaochuan shook his head gently, "Okay, then give me 2 yuan."

Chu Yanyan never went to buy anything either. Grandma made everything at home. She only knew that food was expensive now, but she had no idea about it.

She heard the words lightly, took out 2 yuan from her body and handed it to him. I left happily with my stuff.

Zhou Xiaochuan came back after watching the other party leave him.

When Chu Yanyan returned home, Grandma Chu was mending her clothes, while Old Man Chu was reading a book in the study.

Seeing Chu Yanyan coming back, Grandma Chu complained:

"You said you went to your classmate's house, why didn't you come back at noon. Since you know you won't come back, why don't you bring some food there in advance? No one's house is difficult now."

Hearing Madam Chu's words, Chu Yanyan put the mask on the table. "Okay, grandma, next time I'll bring food."

Madam Chu was mending clothes when she saw something on the table and asked strangely, "What is this?"

"Hey, grandma, the food I bought."

Madam Chu stood up in surprise when she heard the words, opened the noodle bag and exclaimed immediately.

"Snowflake Noodles"

The flour is divided into 40 flour, 60 flour and 70 zero flour according to the flour yield. All the way to 81 powder. and whole wheat flour. That is, the powder extraction rate is 40%, 60% to 100%

Snowflake noodles, the last is 60 powder.

Now the flour on the market is basically ground with wheat bran, so the color is a little black.

Before, there was a slightly grayish yellow side, that is, 81 catties of flour from 100 catties of wheat.

The old man Chu came out when he heard his wife's exclamation.

Looking at the flour on the table, he asked with a serious face, "Where did you buy this from?"

"Grandpa, I can't tell you this. It wasn't stolen anyway. You spent all the money you paid to buy the painting for me."

Hearing the words, the old man asked strangely, "You bought it for 2 yuan?"

"Yes!"

Grandma Chu asked her when she heard the price. "Do you know how much a pound of gray noodles is now? Not to mention this snowflake noodles."

"how much?"

"2 yuan and 5 kilograms."

Chu Yanyan was shocked when she heard her grandmother's words. "This…"

Seeing this, the old man Chu asked again, "Where did you get this?"

When she heard Grandpa's question, she came back to her senses, "Grandpa, don't ask, I can't tell you. But don't worry, Grandpa, you are an acquaintance, not bought from the black market."

Then he thought of something, and said to him: "Grandpa, give me some more money, and I will make up for the shortage~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Old man Chu sees that his granddaughter is unwilling to say, and he has not gone to the black market, so he will no longer Ask more. There are still some capable people these days.

Then he turned around and went into the study to get the money.

Grandma Chu looked at the flour with a pity, "It's a pity to eat such a good flour. It can be eaten for a long time if you replace it with corn flour."

Hearing grandma's words, she hugged each other's neck coquettishly, "Grandma, grandpa hasn't eaten noodles for a long time, let's cook him a meal."

Hearing this, the other party said angrily: "It would be a waste to eat this thing for him."

Then he carried the noodle bag into the kitchen, "I'll make you noodles tonight. Lay those two eggs down again."

Chu Yanyan stuck out her tongue at her grandmother's back: "It's true. I know you feel bad for grandpa."

The old man Chu came out and knocked her on the head when he heard the words.

"Grandpa, what if you knocked me stupid?"

The old man Chu ignored him when he heard the words, and went back to the study to continue reading his book.

 …

the next day

When Zhou Xiaochuan came to the class, he was shocked by Zhang Dazhuang's words.

"Squad leader, are we going to **** shit? Who to send?"

Zhou Xiaochuan's head went black when he heard the words.

Is this thing still going to be robbed?

Seeing Zhou Xiaochuan's expression, Zhang Dazhuang said anxiously, "Squad leader, just order it, our crops won't grow well if we don't grab it."

Zhou Xiaochuan hurriedly waved his hand: "Okay, okay. Stop talking."

Hearing this, he understood that there are fields in every class, and if the crops don't grow well then, it means that you are not an activist.

There is so much feces in the school, if you don't grab it, you won't have your share.

"It's still early... The labor class isn't Friday, so let's talk about it later."

Zhang Dazhuang heard the words lightly, and muttered in his mouth, "Then you have to prepare in advance."