Crossing House has a virtuous wife

Yang Yi pulled another bamboo plaque again, and soon he piled the polished rice in the middle, Yang Yi took the dustpan and quickly filled the small bamboo frames one after another, and hugged the full small bamboo frames again and again. Enter the main room and pour it into a big bamboo basket.

The sky was getting darker and darker, and the Sempron in the sky was getting brighter, the rain was about to fall, and Chen Jing hadn't come back yet.

With a "bang", a thunder in the sky exploded. The little fat man who was holding a small dustpan to hold polished rice sat down on the bamboo plaque and cried out loudly. He was frightened by the thunder.

"Little fat man, don't cry, don't cry, Xiaobao is the bravest child, it's going to rain, if you don't take the polished rice home, we won't have any polished rice porridge tomorrow, so don't be afraid, Xiaobao, Just like daddy, quickly put all the polished rice into small bamboo boxes, take them home, and tomorrow there will be delicious polished rice porridge." Yang Yi was also shocked just now, when the little fat man cried, he I put down the dustpan in my hand and went to comfort the little fat boy who was scared. The world is big, and the child is the biggest. If the polished rice is wet, you can buy it. It’s worse if the child is frightened.

"Daddy, Xiaobao is not afraid, Xiaobao wants to drink polished rice porridge," the little guy stood up after he finished speaking, and went to pick up the small dustpan that fell on the ground.

"Our little fat man is the best and the bravest one. Well, Daddy will collect the polished rice with you. We will have delicious polished rice porridge tomorrow." Looking at Yang Yi who was picking the polished rice into the small dustpan, he finally felt relieved. , he ran back to pick up the polished rice again, and when the polished rice on the bamboo plaque was only a few sparse polished rice, Yang Yi carried two small bamboo frames that were [-]% full into the main room.

"Daddy, it's really raining, it's raining," the little fat man yelled after a drop of rain fell on his hand.

Yang Yi, who was walking out of the main room with a broom, ran out quickly after hearing the little fat man's cry. There was still some polished rice left on the bamboo plaque that couldn't be picked up by hand, so he needed to use a broom to sweep it .

"Little Fatty, hurry up and go into the house, Daddy will be fine soon." Yang Yi called to the little Fatty who was standing in the rain.

"Oh, Daddy Xiaobao went first," the little fat man ran into the yard after being a little taken aback, his body hurt even from the heavy rain in summer.

Yang Yi put the small bamboo frame on the bamboo plaque, and quickly cleaned the polished rice on the bamboo plaque with the big broom in his hand. He quickly took the dustpan and poured the polished rice into the small bamboo frame. Bean-sized raindrops kept falling down. Yang Yi's clothes were soon soaked, and the rain gathered along his eyebrows and eyes to his chin, and then fell onto his chest.

Yang Yi wiped off the water on his face, and put the last bit of polished rice into the dustpan. Now all the places are dripping wet. The polished rice in the dustpan seems to have been scooped up in water. Pour the polished rice into the small bamboo frame, Yang Yi Carrying this half box of polished rice into the main room, looking at more than a dozen large boxes of polished rice in the main room, Yang Yi instantly felt proud that he was able to take so much polished rice home by himself.

"Little fat man, come and dry your hair yourself." Yang Yi took a dry cloth towel and put it in the little fat man's hand, he still wanted to get the bamboo plaque home.

Yang Yi took the bamboo broom home first, and then began to roll the bamboo plaque. Unfortunately, after several attempts, Yang Yi was a little discouraged. Every time it was too big, it was not good to roll it, or one side was too big and the other was too small. Yes, it is very easy to look at Chen Jingjuan, pat here, pat there, a tight cylindrical bamboo plaque is ready, just tie it with a rope, how to get to him It won't work in my hand

Just when Yang Yi was about to give up, he raised his eyes and saw Chen Jing standing in front of him. Chen Jing was holding an umbrella in one hand and a basket in the other.

"Take me here." Chen Jing handed the umbrella to Yang Yi, he squatted down, and soon two cylindrical bamboo plaques were rolled out, and Chen Jing took the rope hanging beside them and tied them up.

"Go back to the room and wipe your hair, I'll just take them in." Chen Jing said.

When Yang Yi entered the yard, he saw the little fat man. He moved a small stool and sat under the eaves, looking outside eagerly.

"Little fat man and daddy come in, and daddy will change you into clean clothes." Yang Yi put the umbrella in his hand aside and said, pulled the little guy up and walked into the house.

"Daddy, you are so in vain." The little fat man had already changed his clothes. Although the little fat man was drenched by the rain, he was not completely wet.

"Where do you touch your hands, be careful that Daddy beats you up." Yang Yi said to the little fat man's little paws on his thighs.

"If you don't touch it, don't touch it," the little fat man withdrew his chubby little hand. It doesn't matter if Eminem touches it, why can't he, Dad is getting more and more stingy.

After Yang Yi changed his clothes, he took out Chen Jing's clothes.

"Chen Jing change clothes quickly," Yang Yi called out quickly, Chen Jing had already moved the two bamboo plaques back into the yard and placed them diagonally under the eaves.

Chen Jing took the clothes and changed the wet ones. When the village chief came to the field, the milled rice had almost been cut. When the village chief saw him, he scolded his son a few words. I gave him the umbrella in the house, and let him go first. Chen Jing saw that the acceptance was almost not pretentious, so she came back first. There were only her husband and Xiaobao at home. Chen Jing was still worried, but he didn't expect that when she came back, her husband The polished rice has been taken home.

"Come and sit down, Xiaobao, did you get caught in the rain?" Chen Jing pulled Yang Yi to sit on the stool, and he touched Xiaobao's hair, which was already dry.

"Em, I got a little wet, and it's dry now." Xiaobao said while holding his rattle.

Chen Jing rubbed Yang Yi's hair lightly. Yang Yi pulled Chen Jing down and sat down after Chen Jing wiped it. He quickly brushed Chen Jing's hair. Just now he finally remembered his brother Chen Jing. There is still a small one in Jing's stomach.

"Chen Jing, does our family have any medicine to drive away the cold?" Yang Yi asked.

"Yes, it's done, I'm going to make ginger tea." Chen Jing said, he stood up and took out the ginger he bought from the pharmacy a few months ago, which was given to him by Dr. Li , He also knows that drinking water soaked in ginger can drive away the cold.

Chen Jing held two finger-sized pieces of ginger in her hand. Yang Yi saw that there was really ginger in this place, but it seemed that it was used as a medicine to drive away the cold, not a seasoning to remove the fishy smell.

"Is Chen Jing expensive?" Yang Yi asked.

"This one, it's not very expensive, it's good at keeping out the cold, and it can be found in some slopes," Chen Jing said with a smile.

The family of three went to the kitchen, Yang Yi felt his head was a little dizzy.

Ginger tea had already been boiled in the pot. Chen Jing looked at ten boxes full of dry polished rice. He didn't know how her husband got all of them into the house by himself. Chen Jing was very happy and felt distressed, knowing that Yang Yi His health has been bad, and it is impossible to carry such a large box of polished rice home.

"Husband, you did a good job. The polished rice that was dried out today is not wet." Chen Jing looked at Yang Yi and said.

"No, it's still a little wet," Yang Yi said, finally remembering that his half-small box of polished rice was wet.

"The box was wet, Yang Yi took off the dustpan on it, revealing half of the box of wet polished rice.

Chen Jing looked at the half-frame of soaked polished rice, and he smiled. At first, he thought that after he got home, the polished rice outside the yard would definitely be wet, and he was well prepared. It was a surprise to say that only the small half of the box of polished rice was wet.

"It's okay, just wait and bake it on the stove, it will be dry soon." Chen Jing said with a smile, and he scooped up the boiled ginger soup.

"It's so hard to drink, Ah Mu." The little fat man frowned and just took a sip.

"It's very difficult to drink, but you have to drink it. You were drenched by the rain just now." Yang Yi said, but it really didn't taste good at all, and his mouth was full of spicy taste.

"Your father is right. You see, the father who is most afraid of suffering is drinking ginger soup in big mouthfuls, so Xiaobao has to finish the ginger soup in the small bowl." Although Chen Jing loves Xiaobao very much, but really met When it comes to questions of principle, Chen Jing will not soften her heart at all.

After Yang Yi drank a bowl of ginger soup, his drowsy head felt a lot better, and his body also warmed up slightly. When he just changed his clothes, his whole body was icy cold.

Gradually the torrential rain turned into light rain, and it fell with no intention of stopping at all. The family cooked a lot of vegetables at night. Chen Jing poured the wet polished rice into the rice sieve, and put the rice sieve into the rice sieve. On the iron pot, there is still some charcoal fire under the stove, and the polished rice will be roasted on it, and the water will evaporate quickly.

"Daddy's dried fish with black bean sauce is delicious, and their thorns are gone." The little fat man was biting a piece of dried fish.

"If it tastes delicious, eat more. The noodles made by your mother are delicious." Yang Yi squeezed the noodles with chopsticks, and sucked them into his mouth with a slurp. The taste was slightly hard, but Yang Yi Love this kind of noodles.

After eating, Xiao Bao fell asleep quickly, but Chen Jing, who was going to sleep, woke up Yang Yi again.

"What's the matter, what's the matter?" Yang Yi was about to go to bed.

"The ground is damp, let's put the polished rice into the rice warehouse." Chen Jing said.

"Does our family have a rice warehouse? Why haven't I seen it?" Yang Yi asked strangely. He really had never seen anything similar to putting rice, except for a few large vats at home.

They went back to the main room, Chen Jing took Yang Yi into Yang Yi's room, and he took off the bedding on the bed.

Yang Yi finally saw that this bed was actually a space. Watching Chen Jing pull the string on the bed board, pull up a piece of wood and take it to the side, Yang Yi saw a rice warehouse with a large capacity.

"I think it will rain for at least ten days. The ground is so damp. If we put it outside, we will be exposed to the sun for nothing these days." Chen Jing said.

The two of them pulled the large box of polished rice, and it took eight boxes to fill the barn, and the other two boxes were put into a large vat.

"Will Chen Jing be fine if she leaves it like this? Will it also get wet?" Yang Yi asked.

"If it's going to get wet like this, I have no other choice." Chen Jing said, if it gets wet, you won't be able to buy money, and the taste will also be very bad.

Yang Yi thought that in his previous life, he had heard that white charcoal could prevent moisture, so maybe he could try it.

"Chen Jing, do we have white charcoal at home? If we have it, we can put some in the milled rice. I heard it can prevent moisture." Yang Yi said.

"Is it really alright? I'll go and see if the white charcoal is made by burning black charcoal into white." Chen Jing asked.

"It should be like that." Yang Yi said.

The two did what they said, and Chen Jing took out a clay pot filled with charcoal, poured out the charcoal from it, picked up some larger pieces of better charcoal, and brought the charcoal stove to burn the charcoal on it. .

Yang Yi yawned, and after an hour, the selected charcoals were all baked white.

Seeing Yang Yi yawning, Chen Jing asked Yang Yi to go to sleep. He had to wait until it was really cold before putting the charcoal in a small bag and putting it in the rice warehouse. cost-effective.

The rain kept falling, not too big or too small. Yang Yi slept soundly last night. He felt that even if someone threw him into the water, he would not wake him up. The next morning, Yang Yi opened his eyes His whole body was aching, sore and sore, and he thought he might be disabled, because he couldn't seem to get out of bed.

"Daddy, you're awake, why didn't Daddy wake up? It's wrong to be lazy, and E-Mum has already cooked the flavored rice porridge," the little fat man lay on the edge of the bed, with big black eyes, looking puzzled. Daddy grinning, could it be that Daddy has a toothache, just like Grandma.Grandma is Xiaobao's grandmother.