Chapter 36 Chapter 36 Grandma Sun is easy to get along with, and the sow can get on...
After eating a full meal and watermelon, Song Ruan had a sound sleep until the sky turned pale and the first work bell rang. Then she moved around in bed in a daze.
In fact, the autumn harvest has ended, and the team does not force everyone to go to work every day. All you have to do is tell the team leader. But except for the 80-year-old blind old lady, almost no one asked for leave.
Song Ruan struggled for a long time between being an 80-year-old blind old lady and not being an 80-year-old blind old lady, and finally got up reluctantly - she could walk to the brigade headquarters and ask the brigade leader for leave, so why not go to work directly?
She yawned and climbed off the kang, scooping a bucket of water from the water tank. The water in the early morning was refreshingly cool, and she shivered and woke up.
After washing, she took the basin and poured water into the vegetable field. The water drew a long arc in the air and fell evenly on the vegetable ridges.
"I'm such a genius." She boasted to herself proudly, and scooped another small spoonful of water and poured it into the donkey's water basin.
The donkey looked up at her. It was in much better condition now. Although it still couldn't stand up, at least its neck could stand straight. It didn't look like before when it always slumped on the ground, looking like it was dying.
It licked a little water out of courtesy, but it probably wasn't thirsty, so it took a few drops and turned its head away.
Song Ruan was too lazy to cook any complicated dishes in the morning, so she thought of making some plain noodles.
First, lubricate the pan with oil, and when it is about 70% to 80% hot, crack the eggs into the pan and fry them until both sides are golden brown. Pour two bowls of boiling water from the thermos. You will hear a hissing sound, and white smoke and the rich aroma of fried eggs will rise. After cooking for a while, the soup will turn milky white. Cook the noodles with this homemade simple broth, serve it and add some sesame oil. The aroma will float straight into your nose like a small hook.
Song Ruan plucked two more leaves and threw them down. The fried eggs, white soup, and green vegetables complemented each other and looked very beautiful.
After eating a bowl of this early in the morning, I feel warm all over, and even the sadness of waking up early is relieved a lot.
After finishing her meal with satisfaction, she heard the sound of bells on animals' necks jingling faintly from outside. Someone stopped at her door and shouted:
"Is the educated youth Xiao Song at home? I am the old sheephead!"
“Here it comes!”
Song Ruan wiped the oil off his mouth, picked up the donkey that was still looking around on the ground, and ran outside.
Sure enough, outside the door was a flock of sheep like a cloud. The old sheep leader put the whip on his shoulder and greeted her enthusiastically when he saw her come out.
"Xiao Song, the educated youth, I'm here to bring you goat milk."
As he spoke, he drove over a few ewes with swollen udders and said eagerly, "I noticed yesterday that these ewes have the most milk. I specially separated them from the lambs last night and didn't let them see each other this morning. Don't worry, your donkey will definitely have enough to eat."
Song Ruan: I thank you on behalf of Xiaolu.
"You are so honest," she sighed sincerely, and out of sheep-ethicism, she asked, "Are the lambs enough to eat?"
Old Man Yang had already actively pressed the donkey's mouth against the ewe's belly. Hearing this, he waved his hand and said, "It's okay. Didn't I leave them an entire afternoon to drink milk? Besides, I think those lambs should be weaned soon. Why eat so much? It would be a waste. Our donkey is so pitiful. It doesn't even have a mother."
Lamb: I’m so stupid.
Okay, okay.
Seeing his awe-inspiring look, Song Ruan didn't say much more and changed the subject: "Uncle Yang, come in and have a bowl of water?"
There are some skills in giving gifts when interacting with people.
Of course it is best to give gifts when you need a favor from others or want to build a good relationship with them, but if you want to give it, you have to give it all at once and never give it in several installments.
You drag out the time, thinking that you can see them more often and make your presence felt. In fact, firstly, the quantity and quality of the things are reduced after they are dispersed, which is not as good as giving them all at once to create a shock to people. Secondly, continuous gifts can easily make people get used to it. If you suddenly stop giving gifts for a period of time in the future, people will think that you don't care about them anymore. It's okay for those with broad minds, but I'm afraid that some narrow-minded people will hate you because of this, and that would be terrible.
Similarly, if you gave bacon and money yesterday, you can’t give them today. If the old man continues to be so responsible, he can give us some gifts or even treat us to a meal at the end.
But after all, they have come here over mountains and across rivers, and it would be too cold to do nothing. Water is just right.
"No, no." The old sheep head waved his hand, "We have to drive the sheep back to the pen quickly. Bring us a basin and I will squeeze some afternoon milk for our donkey."
While he was squeezing, Song Ruan chatted with him.
"Uncle Yang, you got up really early."
The old sheep head spent every day circling around the flock of sheep that could only bleat. After a long time, it seemed that even his voice had a bleat sound. It was rare that someone would talk to him, and he would be so excited:
"No, you have to herd the sheep in the morning. The weather is cool in the morning, and the sheep have a good appetite. The grass leaves in the morning are covered with dew, which is good for the sheep to eat and they are less likely to get sick."
After squeezing out half the basin, he stood up and said, "That's enough. I'm leaving now."
Song Ruan walked him out the door: "Thank you, uncle."
The old sheep leader waved his hand, cracked the whip twice in the air, and drove the flock of sheep towards the Qingshan Brigade.
It was already getting late, so she hurriedly placed the basin of milk next to the stove where mugwort was hanging, covered it with a lid, then took the donkey back to the yard, washed her hands, and hurried to the granary.
Today's task is to break corn kernels.
The newly picked corn cobs are too wet to be easily picked out. You have to leave them for two days until the water inside is almost dry, the corn kernels shrink slightly, and the kernels are not so close to each other and can shake slightly. Only then can you organize people to break them apart. Now is the best time.
When she went in, almost everyone was there, sitting in piles around a large round winnowing basket, with a pile of corn at everyone's feet. While chatting, they rubbed two corns together. The golden corn kernels flew and fell into the winnowing basket.
"Hey, Xiao Song is here." Xu Daya's eyes lit up when she saw her coming, and she waved at her quickly, "Come on, come on, I've saved a seat for you, and I've got the corn for you."
As she spoke, she moved aside, and sure enough, there was an empty space with corn piled on the side.
Today's fixed task is for each person to make a pile, and you can go home after you finish rubbing it. But if you have an iron hand and want to do it again, just remember the extra centimeters.
Before she even sat down, Xu Daya couldn't wait to ask, "Xiao Song, I remember you were a neighbor of Grandma Sun?"
Several other aunts also looked at her.
Song Ruan guessed what they were going to ask, but pretended not to know. She honestly picked up two corns and imitated their movements to rub them: "Yes, what's wrong, aunt?"
Xu Daya rubbed the corn kernels so hard that they flew everywhere. "Do you know why her daughter-in-law didn't come to work today?"
Song Ruan looked around the granary and found that all of Grandma Sun's family were there, including Zhao Weimin, who was standing with his legs apart. Sometimes when he was rubbing the corns too violently, he accidentally pulled them and shivered all over. However, Ye Xiang was not the only one to be seen.
"Really?" She sighed at the fighting power of her fellow time travelers in her heart, and said simply: "Didn't she fall on her head yesterday? Maybe Granny Sun wants her to have a good rest?"
"That's fine." Xu Daya sneered, "Grandma Sun is easy to get along with, and a sow can climb a tree."
Besides, breaking corn is not a hard job, you can keep track of centimeters, and you can take the corn cobs home. You can save the cob cores as firewood, and scrape off the corn kernels that were "accidentally not rubbed clean". If you put them together, it's still a free meal.
Therefore, almost everyone who could breathe in the house was brought over to help rub the corn.
Mrs. Sun rubbed her hands with a cold face.
Wu Jianguo successfully started the battle of Jianguo in Lao Zhao's house with a "ruthless egg-breaking kick". Grandma Sun and the others were still frightened and did not dare to wake him up in the morning to force him to come to work with them.
But now the granary is far away from the evil spirit, and with so many people around it, it has the confidence. The more Mrs. Sun rubbed, the angrier she became. All the fear she had in the morning turned into anger at being humiliated by her daughter-in-law.
She has never been afraid of being laughed at. If she was really that thin-skinned, she wouldn't have been a regular guest on the Dongfeng Brigade's Billboard. She threw the corn into the dustpan, sat on the ground, kicked her legs, and cried, like a gyroscope that could make sounds:
"Everyone, please help me. Why is my life so miserable? My wife bullied me as soon as she got married. She even dared to hit her mother-in-law and husband. This little whore is going to make a scene!"
"I can't live like this at my age! Boss, why don't you take me with you?"
The team members who were bending over and rubbing corn straightened up in unison. Some even lifted their buttocks slightly off the benches in a hurry, like a group of groundhogs standing on tiptoe.
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