Qiao Jiangxin opened a few sacks and checked them. They were filled with dried peanuts, soybeans, dried sweet potatoes, corn kernels, etc.
He walked to the edge of the attic, pulled the rope that tied the sack hanging on the roof, and a tubular cloth bag connected with the sacks fell down.
The top end opens by itself, like a long lock. When the horn opens on it, pour food on it and the food will go down through the tube by itself.
"Uncle, did I put the grain downstairs?" Qiao Jiangxin shouted downstairs.
Qiao Youfu quickly picked up the fallen "food outlet" and stuffed it into the sack in his hand.
“Okay!”
Qiao Jiangxin picked up the dustpan beside him and poured the water into the "trumpet mouth" one by one.
The grain flowed along the connected sacks, like sliding down a slide, through the long tube, and into the sacks prepared by Qiao Youfu, without a single grain spilling out.
One sack was almost full, so Qiao Youfu changed the sack, tied up the full sack and put it next to it.
The two men worked furiously. The grain in the large warehouse could be seen slowly dropping to the ground, and the full sacks below were also rolling everywhere.
Qiao Jiangxin's face was covered in dust and he was sweating all over. He looked inside the warehouse and found that the dustpan could no longer be lifted, so he had to use his hands to scrape it.
She gave up the remaining food as a waste of time.
"Uncle, it's almost done." Qiao Jiangxin yelled down, pulled up the "grain transport pipe", tied a bag of peanuts to it and hung it down.
Next comes soybeans.
Peanuts and soybeans are not cheap.
Peanuts can be used to produce oil, and soybeans have even more uses.
The soybeans at home are saved by Lei Honghua for seeds and for grinding tofu and making miso at the end of the year. She saves a lot every year.
Even during the collective period, the Qiao family would grind dozens of tofu every year, most of which would be fried in oil, pickled with a lot of salt and stored in jars, so that they could be preserved for more than half a year.
Every year, several jars of fried tofu basically belong to Qiao Jianguo and his two siblings.
They had to bring food to school, so Lei Honghua would always take out a dozen pieces of pickled tofu, chop them up, and stir-fry them with other vegetables, and let each of the brothers and sisters get a jar to take to school.
Now they are no longer in school, but they still have the habit of grinding extra tofu every year and saving it for later use.
In the past few years, there would be a stack of soft boiled fried tofu placed in front of Qiao Jiuwang on the dining table every now and then.
Except for Qiao Jiuwang, Lei Honghua and her two sons who dared to use their chopsticks, Qiao Youfu and Qiao Youcai's family basically did not dare to use their chopsticks.
Lei Honghua would always say at the dinner table, "This is for your father. You young people will have plenty of opportunities to eat it in the future. Your father is old and has worked hard all his life."
So no matter how greedy everyone is, they are basically too embarrassed to pick up their chopsticks.
The more Qiao Jiangxin thought about it, the angrier he became, and he started cursing to himself.
"Damn it! We grew all these beans, chopped them and pounded them. We even got up in the middle of the night to make tofu. But when it came time to eat tofu, we didn't get any."
"But the one who does nothing but chasing chickens and walking dogs, lying on the bed and sleeping, is so tired of taking advantage of me!!!"
"Uncle, why were we so stupid before? We really didn't dare to eat tofu because of a few words from that bitch Lei Honghua?"
Qiao Youfu pursed his lips, and the bald man on his head was so angry that he was about to smoke. "Isn't that stupid? The peanut oil for frying tofu was also grown by us, and we peeled it. Even the firewood for grinding tofu was chopped by us!"
"We are just stupid, stupid people!"
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