With a Door In Mind

The land has been dug up, but what to plant is another question.

Some teachers suggested planting corn, while others suggested planting sweet potatoes.

In the end, the vote came down, and the sweet potato won.

why?

This thing has a high output.

However, sweet potatoes have to be ridged and trenched, and the water requirement is higher than that of corn.

There are lakes nearby. But it's a bit far, about three kilometers.

Fortunately, there are many people in the class, and boy No. 30 can water this acre of land in a few days.

Two partners, Zhou Xiaochuan and Zhang Dazhuang, carried a bucket of water and walked towards the field. Fortunately, there are quite a few people living in the city in the class, so I brought buckets from home and only then did I get 15 buckets together.

Fifteen groups of people carried water together and used the time of the labor class to irrigate the fields in a few days.

At this time, our head teacher, Teacher Yang, transformed from a senior classroom teacher into a senior old farmer, teaching by precepts and deeds.

Zhou Xiaochuan looked at Mr. Yang who was demonstrating cutting sweet potato seedlings in the field, and felt in his heart that the teachers of this era are really exemplary.

From the beginning of doing farm work, the other party has never stood by and watched by the side, and they have set an example. If these middle school class teachers are left to do this for future generations, don't talk about it.

This time Zhou Xiaochuan didn't put too much spring water, but put a little bit. As long as it doesn't cut it, it's fine.

However, if 50 people manage this acre of land, if the production is reduced, there is really nothing to say.

After more than a month of busy work, from weeding to cuttings, the acre of land was finally planted with sweet potatoes.

Even Tian Bian was dotted with soybeans.

Zhou Xiaochuan has already made arrangements for others. Boys carry water, and female students naturally pull weeds.

For more than a month, the cultural class still has to be held normally, and the labor class and weekends are all doing farm work.

It is estimated that the school also knows that it has been hard work recently, and the rare Sunday has a day off.

The head teacher didn't say anything when he heard Zhou Xiaochuan's arrangement and saw no objection.

This rule is defaulted.

After school in the evening, I rode a bicycle to send Classmate Chu to the family building.

"Come to eat at home tomorrow." Before leaving, Zhou Xiaochuan said to Chu Yanyan.

The little girl has helped herself a lot in the past month or so. Gotta be rewarded.

Otherwise, I can't be lazy next time.

The other party froze for a moment, then nodded.

Seeing this, Zhou Xiaochuan rode his bicycle back.

Chu Yanyan returned home with her bag on her back.

Grandma Chu was cooking. She looked at Old Man Chu who was reading the newspaper, put her arms around his neck from behind and said with a smile, "Grandpa, I can finally rest tomorrow."

Upon hearing this, old man Chu put down the newspaper and patted his granddaughter's head.

"Is this still tiring? What will you do when you go to the countryside to collect it after the time is up?"

Chu Yanyan had a bitter face when she heard the words. Of course she knew what the other party said. The current junior high school and high school have to go to support the countryside during the busy farming season.

"It's okay, your granddaughter can definitely do what others can do."

"Not bad, good job!"

Old man Chu praised her, then glanced at her and asked:

"By the way, who is that person who sends you back every day?"

Chu Yanyan was stunned for a moment, then said naturally:

"Ah? Oh, that's my classmate. Didn't I tell grandma last time? He happened to pass by and bring me back."

Old man Chu glanced at her suspiciously.

thought about it.

Still did not continue to ask.

Seeing this, Chu Yanyan secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Grandpa's seriousness was too scary.

Then when Xiaohe came home last week, he saw Zhou Xiaomi was unhappy there.

"What's the matter, little guy?"

Zhou Xiaochuan asked Yang Yuemei suspiciously.

Yang Yuemei smiled wryly when she heard the words, "The little guy saw a few older kids playing with wooden guns, and she wants to play too, so I'm a little upset if I didn't take her with me."

"No trouble?"

Yang Yuemei shook her head upon hearing this.

Seeing this, Zhou Xiaochuan smiled. "Okay, I see."

Then he looked at Zhou Xiaomi and shook his head. I really don't know how the little girl would want the things that the little boy is playing with.

But the main reason is that there are so few that can be played now. A lot of things to play are gender-neutral.

Since the little guy wasn't wronged, he didn't care about it, mainly because he didn't know what toy to make for her.

Do you also make a wooden gun?

Thinking of little guys with pistols going around yelling, "biu, biu, biu,"

He suddenly laughed to himself.

But looking at Zhou Xiaohe next to him, he thought for a while, or just do two at night.

Xiaohe has never had any toys, even the slingshot, because he was worried about the danger, he never made it for him.

After dinner in the evening, he entered the space. With carpentry tools, it was very fast to make. It didn't take long for two small wooden guns to be made.

Sure enough, the picture I imagined really came out.

The two little guys were very happy to get the things, and the two kept "biu" there. After playing, put the small wooden gun on the waistband of the trousers.

An expression that I am a little soldier.

Zhou Xiaochuan looked at it and thought: No, I can't give her this kind of toy next time. It's bad if you develop a tomboy.

The next day was Sunday, and we all stayed at home.

Qin Xiao and Chu Yanyan came over one after another.

Seeing that Zhao Qingqing was not here, Qin Xiao ran out again, and pulled Zhao Qingqing over after a while.

Immediately, the room became lively. Zhou Xiaochuan had been attending school for more than a month, and Qin Xiao and the others curiously asked about the school situation.

Zhou Xiaochuan then told what happened to him for more than a month, mainly doing farm work.

As a participant, Chu Yanyan interrupted from time to time, and when it came to something fun, everyone laughed happily.

Seeing Zhou Xiaochuan and Chu Yanyan talking and laughing there, Qin Xiao felt a sense of taste.

Secretly thinking that there will be an exam at the end of the year, and she will also go to Jiefang Road Junior High School.

Zhao Qingqing looked at Qin Xiao's expression on the side and was having fun there.

Qin Xiao came back to her senses and asked strangely: "Qingqing, what are you laughing at? I have flowers on my face?"

"No, no. I just laughed when I thought of something."

Hearing Zhao Qingqing's words, she let out a soft voice and ignored her.

Seeing this, Zhao Qingqing secretly stuck out her tongue!

Since I called someone over, I must have a delicious meal at noon. I haven't eaten noodles for a long time, so I made a meal of noodles at noon.

Hand rolled noodles.

But the noodles were rolled out by Yang Yuemei, with the topping of the stewed pork head meat that he made. What everyone ate was quite enjoyable.

None of the women disliked the fact that the meat on the pork head was too fat.

Chu Yanyan looked at the snow-white noodles in front of her, and a pile of thinly sliced ​​meat on it, feeling a burst of emotion in her heart.

If it wasn't for the fact that someone else invited her to eat this noodle, she really wanted to take some of it home for her grandpa to try.

Zhou Xiaochuan looked at Chu Yanyan in a daze and asked, "What's the matter? Isn't it delicious?"

"Oh? No, no." Chu Yanyan explained and then hurriedly ate the noodles in the bowl.

Zhou Xiaochuan is a southerner. It is okay to eat some pasta once in a while, but it is a bit unbearable to eat it frequently.

A few people were at home in the afternoon, Chu Yanyan watched Zhou Xiaomi drawing, so she took the initiative to teach the little guy to draw.

As expected, I learned to draw since I was a child. It should not be too simple to teach Xiaomi at this stage.

Looking at Chu Yanyan, he thought of tea.

How about some milk tea?

He turned around and went back to the kitchen, took out a little sweet potato flour, and made some small balls. Cooked in boiling water.

Take a little brown sugar and add a little water to start frying the sugar color. When the brown sugar is fried into maroon, pour a little milk and tea leaves into it.

No straws.

While boiling the milk, he got a few thin bamboos out of the space to make straws.

Take out the boiled tea leaves. Put some sweet potato balls in several large magnetic cylinders.

Only then did the prepared milk tea be poured in.

Tasted it, the taste is not bad, but the sweetness is not enough.

I got a little honey and put it in.

Several people looked at Zhou Xiaochuan holding a few large magnetic cylinders with bamboo pipes inserted in them, and they were all curious.

"Taste it, be careful not to burn your mouth." He put the thing on the table and gestured to several people.

Yang Yuemei took a sip and said in surprise: "What is this? It tastes weird, but it's really delicious."

"milk tea"

Hearing Zhou Xiaochuan's words, although he didn't know what it was, the sweet smell wafting out of the cup made his mouth water.

Qin Xiao and the others tasted it, and their eyes lit up immediately.

Seeing this, Zhou Xiaochuan smiled, this milk tea will be popular with girls in later generations, let alone now.

Soon a few people finished drinking the semi-magnetic milk tea in their hands.

Only millet was left eating with a spoon with relish.

After staying at home for a while in the afternoon, the few people dispersed.

Before leaving, Chu Yanyan hesitated, and asked him: "Zhou Xiaochuan, can you buy some flour for me?"

Didn't ask where it came from.

Zhou Xiaochuan thought for a while, "How much do you want?"

"5 catties, not 2 catties!" She also knew that food was scarce now, so she didn't have the nerve to say too much.

Hearing about Chu Yanyan, he thought how much it would cost.

"Wait a minute."

After speaking, he turned around and returned to the kitchen, and took out a flour bag from it, which contained about five catties of flour.

"Take this."

Chu Yanyan took it, "Thank you, how much is this?"

Zhou Xiaochuan waved his hand indifferently, "Forget it, but you can't tell others."

"Don't worry, I won't tell others. But if you don't want money, then forget it."

After speaking, he returned the noodle bag.

Seeing this, Zhou Xiaochuan shook his head lightly, "Okay, then you can give me 2 yuan."

Chu Yanyan didn't go shopping either. Grandma made everything at home. She only knew that food was expensive now, but she didn't have a specific idea.

She heard the words softly, and took out 2 yuan from her body and handed it to him. He took his things and left happily.

Zhou Xiaochuan watched the other party leave and he came back.

When Chu Yanyan returned home, Grandma Chu was mending clothes, while old man Chu was reading a book in the study.

Seeing Chu Yanyan come back, Grandma Chu complained and said:

"You said you went to your classmate's house, why didn't you come back at noon. Since you know you won't come back, why don't you bring some food over there in advance? It's hard for anyone now."

Hearing Old Madam Chu's words, Chu Yanyan put the noodles on the table. "Okay, grandma, next time I'll bring the food and go."

Mrs. Chu was mending clothes when she saw something on the table and asked strangely, "What is this?"

"Hey, grandma, the food I bought."

The old lady Chu stood up in surprise when she heard the words, opened the noodle bag and exclaimed immediately

"Snow Noodles"

Flour is divided into 40 powder, 60 powder and 70 zero powder according to the flour extraction rate. Until 81 powder. and whole wheat flour. That is, the powder extraction rate is 40%, 60% to 100%

Snowflake noodles, the last one is 60 powder.

The flour currently on the market is basically ground together with wheat bran, so the color is a bit black.

Before that, there was a slightly grayish-yellow Ba Nian, that is, 81 catties of flour were ground from one hundred catties of wheat.

Old man Chu also came out when he heard his wife's exclamation.

Looking at the flour on the table, he asked with a serious face, "Where did you buy it?"

"Grandpa, I can't tell you this. It's not stolen anyway. You spent all the money you bought me for the painting to buy it."

Hearing this, the old man asked with a strange expression, "You bought it for 2 yuan?"

"yes!"

Grandma Chu asked her when she heard the price. "Do you know how much a catty of gray noodles is now? Let alone this snowflake noodles."

"How much?"

"2 yuan and 5 pounds."

Chu Yanyan was overwhelmed by thunder when she heard grandma's words. "this…"

Seeing this, old man Chu asked again: "Where did you get this?"

Hearing her grandfather's question, she came back to her senses, "Grandpa, don't ask, I can't tell you. But grandpa, don't worry, it's an acquaintance, not going to buy it on the black market."

Then he thought of something, and said to him: "Grandpa, give me some more money, and I will make up for what is missing."

Seeing that his granddaughter didn't want to talk about it, and that he didn't go to the black market, old man Chu didn't ask any more questions. There are still capable people these days.

Then he turned around and went into the study to get the money.

Grandma Chu looked at the flour with pity, "It's a pity to eat such good flour. It can be eaten for a long time if it is replaced with corn flour."

Hearing what grandma said, she put her arms around the other's neck and acted coquettishly, "Grandma, grandpa hasn't eaten noodles for a long time, let's make him a meal."

Hearing the words, the other party said angrily: "If he eats this thing, it is a waste."

Then he went into the kitchen with a bag of noodles, "I'll make noodles for you tonight. Lay those two eggs down."

Chu Yanyan stuck out her tongue at her grandma's back: "Duplicity. I know you love grandpa."

Old man Chu came out from inside and knocked her on the head.

"Grandpa, what should you do if you knock me stupid?"

Old man Chu ignored him when he heard the words, and went back to his study to continue reading his book.

………

next day

When Zhou Xiaochuan came to the class, he was overwhelmed by Zhang Dazhuang's words.

"Squad leader, are we going to grab shit? Who are we going to send?"

Zhou Xiaochuan's head went black when he heard this.

Is this thing still up for grabs?

Seeing Zhou Xiaochuan's expression, Zhang Dazhuang said anxiously: "Squad leader, that's all. If we don't grab it, our crops won't grow well."

Zhou Xiaochuan quickly waved his hand: "Okay, okay. Stop talking."

Hearing this, he understood that every class has fields, and if the crops don't grow well, it means that you are not an activist.

There is only so much shit in the school, if you don't grab it, you won't have your share.

"It's still early... Labor class isn't Friday, let's talk about it then."

Zhang Dazhuang let out a soft voice, and muttered, "Then you have to prepare in advance."

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