Old Mrs. Shen had made a lot of bacon with wild boar meat before, and the pieces were all hanging in the kitchen. She selected a few pieces with more lean meat and less fat, cut them into slices, steamed some of them with rice, and fried some of them. They were so delicious.
When dinner was almost ready, the last cart of rice was finally brought back home.
The four children all said they were tired and ran to the kitchen to find something to eat.
The old couple and Shen Jianlin seemed to be tireless as they threshed the rice in the yard. This matter could not be delayed, otherwise the rice would go bad when it rained.
The rice threshing machine that has always been used is made of wood, which looks like the stone mill used to grind tofu.
Pour the yellow rice from the top, Old Man Shen and Shen Jianlin turned the millstone left and right, and the white rice came out from the bottom.
Old Mrs. Shen was standing nearby collecting rice. When she saw the rice, she immediately realized something was wrong and quickly said, "Wait! Stop for a moment, stop now!"
Old man Shen quickly stopped and asked in surprise, "Old woman, what's wrong with you? Why are you making so much noise?"
Old Mrs. Shen picked up a handful of rice and handed it to him and Shen Jianlin, "Look, why is this rice so big and white?"
Old man Shen took a look and was stunned.
The rice in Old Lady Shen's hand was so crystal clear, round and plump, just like pearls, that it was pleasing to the eye. The three of them were a little dumbfounded.
They have been growing rice for many years. In previous years, the rice harvested was broken into pieces and a little yellow after being pounded. They have never seen rice like this. It is completely different from the previous ones!
"This... is this rice? Am I seeing things?" Old man Shen looked shocked.
He had never seen such beautiful rice before, so he quickly picked up a grain and looked at it closely. It was really crystal clear and seemed heavier than ordinary rice grains. He put it to his nose and smelled it, and it seemed to have a fragrance.
How strange!
The old couple and Shen Jianlin were so surprised that they were speechless. They didn't know what was going on. Could it be that the land was particularly fertile this year, so the rice grown was particularly good?
But it didn't make sense. They used the same fertilizer as in previous years. Even if the soil was more fertile, it would not be possible to grow such good rice, not to mention that there was less rain this year. But the rice was so good right now. They really couldn't understand it.
"Maybe it's the blessing of the God of Grains. Let's worship him another day!" This was all Mrs. Shen could think of.
Fubao came out of the house and was about to ask them when dinner would be ready when he happened to hear these words.
She couldn't help but smile secretly again.
Grandma was right. There are no leeches in the fields this year, and the rice is so good. Isn’t it because of the God of Grains?
The God of Grains is in charge of and protects people's good harvests. He is in charge of all kinds of disasters that harm the growth of grains. Many rural areas on earth believe in and worship him.
Not long ago, the autumn harvest season was approaching, and the whole family was looking forward to this year's harvest. However, this year's rain was not as much as in previous years, and the old couple was afraid that the harvest would be poor, so she went to find the God of Grains and proposed to exchange the good luck charm for a good harvest for the Shen family. Fortunately, the God of Grains was quite easy to talk to, and he agreed immediately.
Of course, Fubao can only keep this matter in his heart. It would be too fantastic if he said it out loud.
Old Mrs. Shen tried hard to suppress her excitement. She thought of something and said in a low voice, "This rice is really great. Let's pound it quickly and put it away so that no one can see it. Otherwise, there might be trouble."
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