Husband and wife are hot on the kang

The wolf skin stone Hongda dealt with it again before giving it to Mrs. Qiao. There were twelve skins in total. Two pieces were given to Mrs. Qiao’s house, and four were given to Aunt Zhang’s next door. The remaining six pieces made three sets of bedding. They also used wolf tails to make a small pillow for Baby Yu, lying on it fluffy, and Yu Liangji wanted one.

But when Mrs. Qiao came to deliver things, she found that the corn cobs left outside by Yu's family were much less!

"Why are there fewer corn cobs outside?" Aunt Qiao asked Yu Liangji a little worriedly: "At least half of them are missing!"

The old lady is worried that there is not enough food for Yu's family. This is not a joke in the winter. You don't buy food if you have money!

Therefore, farmers generally measure their wealth not by money, but by grain storage. As the saying goes: if there is grain in the warehouse, there is no panic in the heart.

"It's all crushed into particles and put away." The corn cobs are all placed outside, and there are rows of shelves, hanging on the top, air-dried, and when you want to eat, just rub it off.

But you can only do this in late autumn when it doesn’t rain, and you have to finish rubbing in winter, otherwise in spring, when it rains, hehe!

"So fast?" Aunt Qiao shook Yu Liangji's hand in surprise: "Show me quickly! Your hand is used for reading and writing, not for rubbing corn grains!"

I'm afraid that if something happens to Yu Liangji's hand, what should I do if I can't read and write in the future?

"I made a little gadget, which saves the trouble of threshing." Yu Liangji took the opportunity to launch his own manual thresher: "The corn at home is threshed by Brother Shi, it's almost here."

According to the customs here, the corn is threshed in winter, and in spring it is necessary to fertilize, plow the ground, and plant seeds; In the beginning of summer, we have to shovel the ground twice, or weed. After this time, it will enter a hot season. After a while, the corn will be on the cob. When it comes to autumn, we will compete with God for the time to harvest.

From the moment the seeds are planted, the farmers have no time to be idle. In addition to growing corn, they also grow other things, such as potatoes, sweet potatoes, soybeans, sorghum, etc. Different crops have different planting methods, and it is impossible for each family to plant one alone. corn.

And besides the big field outside, there is also the vegetable garden at home!

Buying vegetables to eat is not popular here, anyone who buys vegetables will be laughed at for being lazy!

If you buy pork or something, you can even say that you are greedy for meat. If you spend money on a handful of coriander and a green onion, then you are a prodigal son!

After the original owner's sister-in-law passed away, Aunt Qiao and Zhang's second aunt helped to plant the front and back vegetable gardens at home. They are completely self-sufficient in summer with all kinds of vegetables, and there are surplus pickles in autumn.

This is also the reason why their family has a lot of pickled vegetables, all thanks to the vegetable gardens near the four acres of land in front and back of their house!

Farmers, all year round, are better in winter, so they don't have to go out to be busy.

"As long as your hands are fine, what is it? It can also thresh corn?" Aunt Qiao became curious.

"I'll get it!" Shi Hongda went out immediately, got a dustpan of corn cobs, came in with the things, and put them on the kang to demonstrate.

"It's a good thing!" Aunt Qiao's eyes were shining at that time: "Use it quickly at your house, and lend it to the old lady when you run out!"

She and the youngest son are the only ones in their family. Even if the youngest son is willing to do it, his strength is there. Mrs. Qiao doesn't want to see her son's hands bleeding and blisters. She has always done a lot by herself, but you don't have the strength for corn. I really can't move.

With this thing, my son can thresh the grains by himself, and he is not afraid of grinding his hands!

Farmers are not afraid of grinding their hands, but they are afraid that in the beginning of spring, when the cocoon cracks, it will be really uncomfortable.