Chapter 9 How could anyone not like eating white flour?
Because of the rush to complete the autumn harvest, the midday rest breaks at the educated youth settlements were canceled.
Most of the villagers and educated youth brought water and dry food in advance. After having a quick bite, they would take their straw hats and find a shady spot to rest for a while.
Yin Xiaoyin casually ate a few bites first, and then ignored her stomach since it wasn't growling anymore.
Under the shade of the trees, many more blisters were visible on her fair hands, and the wounds that had just been bandaged and slightly scabbed over had been rubbed open again.
While others were eating dry, hard-to-swallow coarse grain buns, Yin Xiaoyin had soft white flour pancakes in her hand and was drinking water with added sugar.
Yin Xiaoyin had little appetite. Robots are born with the ability to replenish their mechanical supplies, but when it comes to the five senses of human taste, she still misses the food at home.
Liang Minying only has one daughter, how could she not love her?
They truly spoiled her so much that she never had to lift a finger, and even the food they prepared was exactly what Yin Xiaoyin had loved to eat since she was a child.
Whether the food cooked by Yin Haiqiang and his wife suited their tastes or not, they didn't know, but it definitely suited Yin Xiaoyin's taste.
For example, braised pork belly, mackerel dumplings, garlic sprouts with sausage, sweet and sour pork ribs...
In this era, even in the capital, few people could enjoy such a standard of living. Yin Wenying, who was regarded as a lucky star by her grandmother, could only get a few extra grains of rice and a few extra pieces of sweet potato when cooking porridge at home.
Meat, noodles, oil, wheat flour, and even vegetables all required ration coupons. It was considered a New Year's celebration if a family could afford to eat a meal of wheat flour dumplings.
A few days ago, Yin Wenying showed off the ginseng she found, but it was actually only the size of a thumb.
The land is too barren, and even rare and precious materials struggle to grow.
In Hongye Village, it goes without saying that the villagers can only afford to eat a few more coarse grain and wheat bran buns because it's harvest time now and they're exhausted from working in the fields. Normally, they only eat until they're about three-tenths full.
Despite this, Hongye Village is already known as a well-off village in the surrounding area, while many others are so hungry that they eat clay.
After examining her wounds, Yin Xiaoyin continued eating slowly, simply to replenish her energy. Without replenishing the enormous physical exertion, her body would suffer.
As she was swallowing, she heard Aunt Li's still-nagging voice: "Yingzi, you were eating white flour pancakes when you first came here, why don't you eat them now?"
Yin Wenying gritted her teeth inwardly, wondering why she had to be dragged into this.
"I don't like to eat it."
Yin Xiaoyin glanced at Yin Wenying without saying a word.
Hmm, she vaguely remembered eating at Grandma Yin's house once. Liang Minying brought the flour and meat. After the meal was cooked, she ate one more dumpling than Yin Wenying...
Yin Wenying felt wronged, and Grandma Yin gave her a very harsh look.
Yin Wenying was also annoyed. Her family's conditions were nowhere near those of the Liang family. When she went to the countryside, the little bit of white flour she could bring was only after she subtly hinted to her grandmother that she should bring it to the countryside to save face.
Aunt Li clearly didn't believe this answer. White flour is so delicious, so soft and fluffy. If she could eat it once before she died, she would die in peace.
Yin Xiaoyin didn't want to respond, but Aunt Li turned her attention to her again: "Yin, you'd better save your flour. There's a long road ahead. What will you do when you can't get any more?"
The implication is that even Yin Wenying can't afford to eat white flour anymore, so how can you keep eating it?
Yin Xiaoyin blinked and retorted in a neither soft nor hard way: "You don't need to worry about that. My parents will take care of it. I don't need you to support me."
Aunt Li snorted, took a big bite of her wild vegetable dumpling, and smacked her lips: "I see you don't have much of an appetite, so I'll eat some for you?"
Yin Xiaoyin quickly stuffed it into her mouth, then clapped her hands: "Too late, it's all gone!"
Ji Yueyan, who was standing nearby, was afraid that she would choke, so she quickly handed her a water bottle.
Aunt Li stormed off, and Ji Yueyan whispered, "Why bother arguing with her? She's just clueless. She even said I'd never get married and kindly offered to find me a husband. Hey, do you know who it is? A widower from her hometown village, with a child and a disability..."
"Don't tell me I'm only thinking about going back to the city, I have absolutely no intention of getting married right now. Even if I did, I wouldn't marry someone like that, would I? I'm not crazy..."
"Did you choke?"
Yin Xiaoyin waved her hand, thinking of a proverb with shared indignation: "Why don't you ask her if it's okay to give her this good fortune?"
Ji Yueyan chuckled, the frustration in her heart vanishing. Which girl wouldn't feel embarrassed talking about such a thing? She too was holding back a lot of anger, but she was afraid that others would laugh at her for being ungrateful.
"Xiaoyin, herbicides really work! Why can spraying them kill weeds? We often pull weeds by hand, and even if we burn them before clearing land, they just grow back in the spring. Why is that?"
Ji Yueyan is very good at observing and asking questions. In the past, she could only keep thinking about things on her own. Now that she has a little teacher by her side, she is naturally eager to learn.
"The grass grows back in spring because it's hand-pulled. Wildfires only burn the dead leaves and don't damage the roots. The ash from burning grass is mainly potassium, which helps the buried weed seeds grow stronger..."
"Herbic agents work by inhibiting the photosynthetic efficiency of weeds and disrupting their normal physiological metabolism. Weeds cannot produce nutrients on their own, resulting in the death of the entire plant."
Yin Xiaoyin tried her best to explain the underlying principles in the simplest way.
Before I knew it, several more people had gathered around me, listening with great interest.
There were educated youth and farmers.
"Yin Zhiqing, you know so much."
Yin Xiaoyin felt a little shy when she heard everyone's sincere praise. She was a slacker in the eyes of the experts when she was in StarCraft, but now she can actually be a little teacher?
"I also have something I'd like to ask you. Is farming entirely done by hand? Are there any machines that can save manpower?"
All of Yin Xiaoyin's memories...
Interstellar technology is far too advanced; current productivity simply cannot keep up.
The memories of this young girl, besides her parents, are of the time she was raised by her uncle, but her uncle's main profession was not agriculture.
She had absolutely no idea what agricultural machinery was.
This also meant that she had no reference standard for agricultural machinery in this era.
When asked about something they knew, the villagers of Hongye Village and some of the educated youth who knew a little about it laughed: "We do know a little about this, of course we do. Do you know what a tractor is?"
Yin Xiaoyin shook her head.
A kind-looking man was pushed forward from the crowd; he was probably in his twenties.
"This is Xiao Chen. He was once recommended to learn how to drive a tractor, and he's one of the few people in our village who has actually driven one..."
Xiao Chen stood tall and proudly with his chest out and stomach in.
"Once the village can apply for tractors, I'll be the tractor driver. Let me tell you, those things drink oil, and when they're spinning, the smell of diesel is just so wonderful!"
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