60s white-eyed wolf

Before Fugui came up with some tricks to quietly help his neighbors, the wild wheat growing in the refinery was ripe.

He was both happy and annoyed, of course he was happy to be able to eat new wheat during the New Year's Eve, but before New Year's Eve, he had to sweat and cry, work overtime to harvest wheat, it was simply not a human life!

Strolling into the village, he summoned his own Second General Henha, and soon found Ersha next to the burnt-out old house of the Sun family.

Ersha's eyes lit up when he saw Cao Fugui, and he ran over, making the ground tremble.

Food and drink are delicious these days, and he doesn't care about anything. As long as there is something to eat, he will be silly and happy all day long, and he will soon gain weight.Coupled with a tall man, a beard around his chin, and a mess of hair on his head, he is a mighty "bold and unconstrained", and there are a few bloodstains on his cheeks, adding to his ferocious aura.If it weren't for the smirk on his face that couldn't be concealed, he would have been a bandit leader before liberation.

"What's wrong with this face?" Cao Fugui poked Ersha's face and asked.

Ersha didn't hide, flicked his beard, and said with a smirk: "It hurts."

Ask a few more questions, I don't know what he is talking about, and I don't know what he said, but one thing is clear, the box of snacks is gone.

"Stay root, grab! Scratch me. Ooooh, thump! Ahhhhhhh! Brother, big brother, hit, hit me, thump, oooh!"

Ersha tried his best to describe to Brother Fugui the bizarre tragedy that happened in his family for a box of delicious snacks, but unfortunately he was not capable enough, so he could only vividly imitate Liu Gen and his elder brother's miserable screams to express his bewildered and inexplicable feelings.

Cao Fugui saw that Ersha was learning interestingly, and he was beaming and yelling. He laughed uncontrollably, although he didn't know what would happen to those guys from the Sun family who were scrambling to eat lucky【-2】snacks, let's see how Ersha learns With a miserable expression on his mouth and teeth, he also knew that the Sun family would not be able to please them.

He really wanted to go and see the bustle of Sun's family, but the wheat in the refining hut waited for no one, so there was no time to pay attention to idlers.

Rhubarb was not at Zhou's house. Cao Fugui met a dog running away with its tail between its legs on the way into the village, and it was chasing a few half-grown children who were hungry and skinny. The individual turned around step by step, and left angrily.

"Tell you to flirt around, do you still dare to run around?" Cao Fugui stared at them as they walked away, kicked the dog's ass, "This body is fat, he is not as gentle as me, brother Fugui , if people are hungry, they will eat anything, and your twenty or thirty catties of fragrant meat is enough for a roast meal."

Rhubarb groaned, shrank behind Fugui vigilantly, followed every step, and would not leave half a step even if he was killed.

In the medicine field, the waves of wheat are undulating, and the heavy tassels are swaying here and there, and they are also standing stubbornly facing the sky. The bulging and golden wheat grains make people feel happy and full of energy, but if you really want to pounce on the ground to harvest wheat, that is really a thing. drudgery.

Every year during the wheat harvest season, strong laborers wield their sickles and face the scorching sun, bending over to reap double robs in the field. Pieces of redness and peeling, after harvesting in one summer, a layer of skin will be peeled off.

Cao Fugui had never done such drudgery before, but now he and Ersha were working in the refining hut with a dog.If Ersha alone harvests, binds, gleans, and threshes all the wheat on the two-acre field, he won’t be able to finish it until the first day of the new year. If he wants to eat steamed buns, steamed buns, and noodles on New Year’s Eve, then there’s no need to think about it. .

Cao Fugui also thought about harvesting wheat with mental power, but to pull the ears of wheat from the stalks, it took more mental power than just catching small bugs. Confiscating a few handfuls of wheat would give him a headache, so he could only rely on Harvesting by hand.

Undecided about farming, I asked my second uncle, how to harvest quickly and well, and save effort?The second uncle scratched his head, and asked Fugui uncertainly, should he be more diligent, swing his sickle fast, and hire a few more rice farmers?

Fugui glanced at the second uncle coldly, the name that grandpa gave him was really good, "Qingxian", as expected, he wanted to celebrate grandma's virtue, so he didn't beat him up even more stupidly.

Qiao Yingnian didn't know where he was working in that corner at the time. Hearing Brother Fugui's question, he suddenly said, "... Piao, Piaozi! I, Daddy, I know how to do it!"

His voice is still not fully healed, and his voice is hoarse like a duck quacking, rustling and quacking, and he has difficulty enunciating words, and his face is flushed from speaking this sentence.

"What are you talking about? Chestnuts?" Fugui couldn't understand, and looked at him suspiciously.

Xiao Qiao opened and closed his mouth a few times, but didn't make a sound, and couldn't understand for a while. He frowned and sat down, bent over to pick up a few bamboo slivers, flung his hands, and quickly wove.A strange thing with sparse holes that looked like a dustpan or a shovel quickly took shape in his hands.

As soon as he made a rough shape, he gestured to the bamboo utensil: "Here, add a knife edge and pull a rope..."

Xiao Qiao waved the semi-finished product around in front of her, looking at Cao Fugui with faint anticipation in her eyes.

His father used to be a wheat maker in the Northwest, and he often boasted about what he had seen and heard when harvesting wheat in rich landlords' homes. It is said that the "plunderer" is only used by rich families with a lot of fields, and this thing requires strong labor to operate. He, Qiao Da, is also an outstanding "grabbing son" expert in McKee. He can harvest seven or eight mu of land in one noon, which is very appreciated by the master's family.

He wandered to Qianxi Village with the guy on his back. He didn't expect that now it's all collective production to earn work points, and no one pays to hire Mike, so who would want to use this thing to death?

"Liaozi" is useless, and it can only be bragging for children if it is left at home to burn ashes.

Grandpa saw that this thing was very strange, so he walked over and picked it up for a closer look. Xiao Qiao gestured left and right to add a long curved stick, a cable and a wooden handle. Fugui helped to make it together.After dismantling several things and ruining the guillotine, this strange "plunderer" was finished.

Cao Qingxian carried it to the weeds outside the house to try it out. He was overjoyed and said that this thing is easy to use. As a novice like a three-legged cat, he waved crookedly on the grass pile and cut a large area of ​​grass in front of him at once. If it's a wheat field, I'm afraid it won't be able to cut more than a dozen rows of wheat in one fell swoop!It's really a sharp harvester.It's just a little heavier, not as light as a sickle, and it's really hard to swing if it's not a strong laborer.

Cao Fugui is also happy, it's good to save time, he can't swing this thing, isn't there still a big man like Ersha who can work hard!

He jumped up to Xiao Qiao happily, touched the child's head excitedly, and praised him greatly: "Little Qiao is really smart, he knows such good things, come, come, help elder brother repair it, make it more neat, I'm of great use."

Xiao Qiao bowed her head in response, and tried her best to think about the "Liaozi" in her memory, and helped Uncle Cao to correct it bit by bit, and it took a lot of effort to finally complete the work.

Before grandpa and the second uncle who were eager to try it could adjust it again, Fugui snatched the things and ran away, laughing and running away without a trace of anyone.

Now this thing is of course where it should be, and it is fully functional.

Ersha half squatted in the medicine field, holding a new weapon and swinging his hands horizontally, the wheat fell like a gust of wind in an instant, and a large piece fell down.This thing is not difficult to learn, and it only uses such a posture. Brother Fugui held Ersha by his hand and taught him seventeen or eight times. The soles of the shoes were covered with a piece of sweet cake, and finally let Ersha learn the standard movements, pulling out his breath. matchless!

Boss Cao was pleased to see his subordinates working hard, kicked the rhubarb who was circling around his legs away, and angrily said: "I don't know how to help you with useless things!"

Then, the boss could only bend down, pick up the wheat and bundle them up with a sigh, and carry them into the house one by one, alas!I only sigh that Gouzi doesn't have long hands!

It took a noon, and the two acres of wheat fields were harvested clean.

Cao Fugui straightened his waist like a shrimp in relief, took out a large box of pumpkin cakes and handed it to the sweaty Ersha, and fed himself and rhubarb, and then, like a mouse saving grain, he took out bundles of wheat Throw it into the furnace.

Carefully touching the jade ring that Grandma gave her, she bit her molars and placed it on the energy tank.

When you get rich in the future, buy another good jade that is ten times better than a hundred times better for grandma, and let grandma sleep with her arms around her!

Thinking about what grandma said, it should be low-key or inconspicuous. Cao Fugui picked out two recipes from his ancestors: one is coarse wheat kudzu root powder, which is made by adding some brown kudzu root powder to the wheat. One of the flour looks rough and black, but in fact it tastes good and has good nutrition; the other one is made of high-quality fine flour, as long as no bleaching agent is added, the flour will be slightly yellowish.

It's not too out of the ordinary to secretly eat something good at home during the Chinese New Year.

Looking at the wheat flour piled up half the room, Cao Fugui felt refreshed, his waist straight, a man really needs money and food to straighten his waist!

He didn't grind all the wheat, so Ersha picked a small half of the thick ears of wheat to keep, and he planned to keep them as grain.

As the ancestors said, the medicine field will still maintain the seed nature, and the fine seeds will be selected from generation to generation, and the seeds can be gradually improved.

Cao Fugui didn't expect to be able to breed any precious seeds with a yield of one thousand catties per mu. It would be great to be able to harvest two or three hundred catties more per mu.

After finally tossing the two acres of grain, Uncle Cao was so tired that he lay on the ground panting heavily, but thinking that there was no meat on the New Year's Eve dinner menu, it was unbearable!After sending Ersha back, Cao Fugui took rhubarb to the mountains and forests, and he had to get some fresh meat home for the New Year.

This time the luck was much better, I didn’t meet a wild boar, but bumped into a yellow muntjac. As soon as the vigilant muntjac kicked its legs, Cao Shenhunter, who had practiced the magic skill of “shouwu”, put him into the trap pit in the hut , died.On the way back to the village, Rhubarb actually chased out two fat rabbits in the woods. Cao Fugui was delighted to accept them one by one, and praised them twice: "Good dog, after all, I didn't eat so many days' rations for nothing!"

After chopping up half a rabbit and letting rhubarb eat it slowly, brother Fugui walked all the way back to Huanglin Village. When passing by Zhou’s house, he quietly let out the round-bellied dog, and stuffed the remaining half rabbit into its mouth to hold it, and ordered: : "This half is for your family, it's called a dog rental fee, understand?! Don't eat it all, give it to Zhou Xiaolan, that fierce bitch, you know?"

Regardless of whether the whining rhubarb understood or not, he stuffed it into the dog hole in the wall of Zhou's courtyard.Afterwards, I vaguely heard a few cheers of surprise and depression, and heard that the voice was Zhou Xiaolan's fierce girl.

This rabbit is like the reed chicken of the old Zhou family.

snort!Brother Fugui is a fastidious person, and he never steals chickens. The fat rabbit is replaced by an old hen girl who is as thin as firewood, and he also brings a fat dog. The old Zhou family has made a lot of money!

Back at the gate of his yard, it was dusk, seeing no one around, Cao Fugui carried two bags of wheat flour and the bloody unlucky muntjac on his shoulders, and whispered to the door, almost pinning himself down.

As soon as the second aunt opened the door, she was startled by the things on Fugui's eldest nephew's back. She bit her cheek hard and forced a cry of surprise back into her stomach.

She pulled over the baby nephew who was carrying suede and grain, she looked around vigilantly, and immediately locked the courtyard door, turned her head and greeted anxiously: "Father, take the rich and expensive things, and send the bags to the stove." , kill that thing quickly, don't pour out the blood; Baofeng, come here, listen carefully to the movement outside the wall door, and greet anyone who comes, understand? Yingzi get some dried wormwood, wait a minute You light a cigarette in the yard and fan it well to cover up the smell of blood..."

Cao Fugui was stunned in the yard, and saw that under the command of his second aunt, all the family members took over the burden on him in a hurry and mysteriously. Guerrillas, underground parties!

Cao Fugui shook his head in admiration, clicked his tongue in praise, and sincerely stretched out a thumb in front of the second aunt, saying: "Tall, it's really tall!"

The second aunt giggled, and said modestly in a low voice: "Fugui Nong is the best! He has great skills, and he can make good things. Allah can only do some secret tricks."

The mother-in-law expressly hinted that she should be careful, food is hard-won, and the risk is high, how can she not know the severity?Not to mention anything else, being rich and able to feed a family is the biggest hero in the house.No matter what the source of his food is, if he wants to kill or cut her up, go ahead!

Fugui walked into the kitchen, looked at the grinning grandma who held a pot and shovel in her hands, and gently hugged her, and said in a low voice, "Grandma, you really are the wisest Zhuge Liang!"

"Pfft! Put honey on your mouth, go to rest, don't get tired." Grandma smiled and drove him out of the kitchen.

"Understood! Grandma, leave me a leg of that muntjac, and I'll make the finale of the special dish." Fugui exhorted, and walked out with a smile.

Noodle soup, boiled chicken, salty and miscellaneous fish soup, stewed wild pork jerky with vegetables and melons... One after another, good dishes were served on the table. Although there was no big fish or meat, it was a rare and abundant meal in recent years.

Everyone in the family was full of joy, but they didn't dare to raise their voices. They were busy preparing the New Year's Eve dinner, quietly savoring the taste of the New Year's reunion.

Qiao Yingnian was sitting on a high chair, with a small pounding mortar in front of him, which contained a ball of cooked glutinous rice. He raised the wooden stick and beat it down hard, until the glutinous rice gradually became a sticky ball.

Brother Fugui said, how can there be no rice cakes during the Chinese New Year?

The big and small jobs were taken over by his family members. The leisurely brother Fugui wandered around and walked up to the hardworking Xiao Qiao. Taking advantage of the gap between the falling of the wooden stick, he picked up a small piece of glutinous rice balls and stuffed them into his mouth to taste. After a while, he frowned, seemingly dissatisfied.

Qiao Yingnian's heart ached.

Brother Fugui thought for a while, took out peanut powder from his pocket, sprinkled it on the glutinous rice balls, and scattered a dozen grains of sweet reed millet sugar.

On the steaming, white glutinous rice balls, there is a layer of yellow and fragrant peanut powder, and the green sugar granules are sprinkled on it, which is very cute.

Qiao Yingnian was dumbfounded.

Cao Fugui nodded in satisfaction, stuffed the small dumpling into Xiao Qiao's gaping mouth, and asked with a smile, "Is it delicious?"

Xiao Qiao blinked and nodded desperately.