"That's enough. You talk so much but don't move faster. You're always slacking off. The scorekeeper should deduct your work points when it's time to get off work." Lu Beichu threw the dustpan in his hand to the ground. The splashing rice grains hit Liu Sicun and almost fell into her eyes.
Liu Sicun touched his eyes with one hand, and the hand holding the sack dropped a corner, and the rice grains leaked from the windmill outlet and fell directly into the winnowing basket underneath, "Ah."
The stinging sensation of the rice grains hitting her face made Liu Sicun furious. She lifted the sack half filled with rice grains to the side with both hands, pointed her arm at Lu Beichu's face, glared at him and yelled, "What are you doing? Do you want to hit a woman? You said I'm slow, but why don't you move faster? You're so slow. Whether I'm fast or not is because of your inefficiency."
Two educated youth, a man and a woman, started quarreling in public. In an instant, everyone stopped what they were doing and stared at them to watch the show.
The feeling of being the center of attention was not good, it was very awkward, Guo Jingyi let go and blocked the two of them, "Stop arguing, everyone is watching us."
Lu Beichu's chest heaved rapidly. Holding back his anger, he bent over and squatted on the ground, picked up the discarded winnowing basket, scooped a winnowing basket of rice and poured it into the bucket.
Liu Sicun rolled his eyes at him, picked up another sack, put it over the exit and started carrying it.
Lu Beichu was shoveling desperately with the winnowing basket. Seeing that the rice in the basket was about to pile up into a small hill, Guo Jingyi's hand was shaking the handle like a machine, but she could not catch up with Lu Beichu's speed.
"You're doing this so quickly. Jingyi's hands are about to be broken. You are so selfish. You don't care about other people's lives for the sake of face. Whoever marries such a person will waste the rest of her life." Liu Sicun quickly put on a new sack, raised his head and stared at Guo Jingyi with a distressed face.
Lv Beichu paused in pouring the rice, and looked down to see that Guo Jingyi's hand had been shaking out. It was originally her right hand, but now it was her left hand. Her right hand was shaking, and she apologized quickly, "I'm sorry, Jingyi, I didn't pay attention for a moment, let me help you shake it."
Lu Beichu quickly sifted out the rice grains that covered the bucket.
"Tsk." Liu Sicun raised the corner of his mouth with a smug look on his face.
After Dou Lisong calmed down, Guo Jingyi whispered, "I can do it. The original speed is good enough. There's no need to speed it up."
"Okay." Lu Beichu picked up the dustpan again and shoveled more slowly.
Because they were so busy watching the show, everyone else stopped what they were doing, so Zhang Meili and others could hear what Liu Sicun and the others had just said.
"Lv Beichu has stirred up a hornet's nest, with an extra black light bulb. His love life is bound to be bumpy." Zhang Meili admired Liu Sicun for being so flexible. If she hadn't seen with her own eyes the mocking attitude of Liu Sicun when he brought Zhao Leyi to her house, she would have thought that they were such good friends.
Wang Shuning sighed in his heart. As a cannon fodder in the original book, he was now watching the show far away from the battlefield. He found that this show was really good. Liu Sicun was a top-notch green tea. His words were full of sarcasm and there was something hidden in every sentence, which made people angry and annoyed.
Just after work at noon, He Guoyue walked into the yard and was covered in mud, holding ten Qingbang cabbages and placing them under the eaves.
There is a large patch of this green cabbage planted in the corner of He Zhuzhu's vegetable garden. The stems are very white, and the branches and leaves are particularly large. It tastes bad when stir-fried. Wang Shuning ate it once and never cut it again.
"Mingming, can we eat all of this?" At a glance, the field where the Qingbang cabbage was planted was half empty, and the cabbages piled under the eaves were already half a meter high.
Goudan, who came over with the cabbage in his arms, said in a childish voice, "Sister Shuning, my mother said that the cabbage has grown big and we need to chop it all off and start pickling it."
Wang Shuning put down the kettle and pickled sauerkraut?
She thought of the mustard greens that He Zhuzhu gave her. They were pickled with spicy vegetables and tasted especially good with white porridge. He Zhuzhu also knew how to make fermented tofu, but white tofu had to be bought with money, and their family didn't make much of it. Wang Shuning only happened to have eaten three or four pieces.
You can eat whatever vegetables you want in the yard, and there is no need to pickle them yourself, but Aunt Zhu still often asks Mingming to make them for her.
Thinking of this, Wang Shuning started to help.
He Zhuzhu came back a little later than Wang Shuning. Wang Shuning left faster than anyone else at the appointed time, as if he had a rocket behind his butt, and was afraid of being asked to work overtime. This is the sequelae of modern office workers.
Pick the yellow leaves of the cut green cabbage, wash it, and hang it on the yard fence to dry. It can only be pickled in the jar after nearly 60% of the water has evaporated.
Wang Shuning placed the cabbage that was still dripping with water on the fence. There are three types of fences in every household in Dafeng Village. The ones with better conditions use rough bricks, the ones with medium conditions use stones, and the ones with poor conditions use bamboo.
The fence of He Zhuzhu's house is made of bamboo, and so is her chicken coop.
The cut bamboos are inserted into the soil, and the exposed parts are woven into fences. They are not only sturdy but also have a long service life, and only need to be replaced every two or three years.
There are also bamboos in the space, and Wang Shuning planned to cut the bamboo to make a chicken coop next to the wooden house. However, he has been too busy recently and has not had time to start.
"Aunt Zhu, will the white stems of the sauerkraut turn green after being pickled?" The sauerkraut sold in supermarkets are all green. The stems of this Qingbang cabbage are whiter than your teeth. How long does it take to pickle them to turn that green color?
He Zhuzhu said hoarsely as she put it in, "How can it turn green? It's still white when you take it out. Slice it and stir-fry it with some chili peppers and it's crunchy. It's different from snow mustard greens. You don't even need to add salt when cooking tofu. If you buy meat, add some minced meat and use it as a topping for noodles or make sesame cakes for breakfast."
Wang Shuning nodded belatedly, it seemed that this was not the kind of pickled cabbage used to make pickled fish.
After drying all the green cabbages, Wang Shuning returned to her small kitchen to cook noodles. Since she was eating alone, she had to make basically enough noodles for three meals. Now that the temperature has dropped, she doesn’t worry that the noodles will go bad in a day or two.
There was no time for a nap, so Wang Shuning simply closed his eyes, cleared his mind and rested for a while before going out to continue working.
Today is the 11th, and there are still three days until the rest day on the 15th.
In the afternoon, Wang Shuning discovered that Liu Sicun was not in Lu Beichu's group, and had been replaced by a middle-aged woman in her fifties. He thought the meeting would take a long time, but it ended in just the morning.
Zhang Meili said to her excitedly, "When we were going home at noon, Lv Beichu and Liu Sicun almost got into a fight. The slap almost hit Liu Sicun's face. Fortunately, she dodged quickly, otherwise her face would be swollen now."
Zhang Meili was right next to me at the time, and my mood was like a roller coaster, up and down.
Wang Shuning's eyes lit up, "What happened again?"
"After work at noon, Liu Sicun called the young intellectual named Li Jiefang and tried to bring Li Jiefang and Jingyi closer, as if he wanted to bring them together. How could Lu Beichu not be angry? After a few words, he started fighting. Fortunately, Liu Sicun dragged Li Jiefang away quickly. He also knew that he had pissed him off, so he took the initiative to change groups in the afternoon."
Wang Shuning raised his eyebrows. Bad luck in love has become a stumbling block on the road to love. Lu Beichu must be very angry.
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