I rely on the words of the husband [farming]

Lian Xing lowered his head, his eyes dodged, his ears were red, but his heart seemed to be soaked in a jar of sour water, and it seemed to be held tightly by someone, swollen and astringent.

He really wanted to have a child, but her husband didn't touch him for so long.

Even if they both sleep in the same bed every night.

Lian Xing didn't know the reason for Zheng Chengan, and he didn't dare to ask. He was afraid that the warmth he felt before was just his etiquette for everyone. Maybe, with his body, he couldn't bring sexual desire to others. .

Zheng Chengan was afraid that Lian Xing would be shy, so he winked at Li Shi vigorously. Li Shi lowered his head and looked, indeed, Lian Xing was too ashamed to raise his head, so he stopped talking and stopped talking.

Even so, Mrs. Li drove Lian Xing away, and let his father do the rest. Lian Xing obediently put down all the things, pursed his lips tightly and didn't dare to lift his eyes, and went into the kitchen.

Seeing Lian Xing gone, Mrs. Li sighed, and said earnestly: "I know Lian Xing is a twin, and it's not easy to conceive, but you have to be careful, how can you let him do such a heavy job."

"It's my fault too. I didn't tell you anything when you fell into a coma when we first got married. You have to pay attention in the future!"

Zheng Cheng'an could only nod his head and perfunctory, his face was hot, but how dare he tell Li Shi that he has not had any intimate contact with Lian Xing yet.

After eating, Zheng's father almost finished half of the grinding. Only now did he have time to eat, and the remaining half was finished by Li Shi and Zheng Cheng'an who had eaten in turn. I was very curious, so I didn't go to the ground, and I wanted to see the magical moment when the oil came out.

The ground rapeseeds turned into finely crushed grits, which can still smell a fragrance, and then Mrs. Li found all kinds of clean white cloths at home, and they wrapped the rapeseed grits into tight pieces of rapeseed Cake, then put in the steamer.

The drawers look quite spectacular. After the fire is cooked, the whole stove is completely surrounded by mixed white steam, and the clouds and mist are like entering a fairyland.

Until the steaming was done, and after the heat dissipated a little, they removed the cage drawer, and the pieces of rapeseed cakes were stacked or arranged neatly, and then the wrapped rapeseed cakes were beaten or squeezed in various ways. Press, and slowly, traces of crystal clear clear oil flowed out slowly.

Gathered into a line, they flowed along the bamboo tubes they arranged into the clay pots they placed. They kept squeezing and squeezing, using various methods to squeeze out the last trace, until finally the rapeseed cake had no oil and became dry and dry.

The work started early, and they didn't squeeze out the last drawer of rapeseed cakes until it was dark at last. Zheng Chengan felt that his arm was going to be crippled.

As for the other two, although they would tap and pinch their arms from time to time, they kept staring at the squeezed out oil tank, looking like a stingy miser, Grandet.

Lian Xing hadn't been in a very high mood since noon, but now he was finally happy and sniffed happily, "Em, it smells really good."

"It's really delicious, let's try frying a dish with this oil later."

"Yeah." Lian Xing nodded excitedly.

Mrs. Li hugged the clay pot as if she could never get enough of it, but suddenly asked: "Da Lang, how do you know this thing can extract oil?"

As soon as Zheng Chengan took a breath, he immediately woke up, "Ah, this, I just read it in a book."

"What book?" Mrs. Li asked suspiciously, "If it's in the book, why didn't anyone know about it before?"

"Cough, that's right, it's just an old book." Zheng Chengan coughed, "Maybe no one has seen it before."

"Oh."

Mrs. Li didn't say anything, and she didn't know whether she believed it or not.

After resting for a while, Zheng Chengan got up to tidy up the squeezed pancakes. He looked at them casually and put them into the basket, which was full in no time.

All kinds of grains were piled up everywhere in the house, and now there was a mess to clean up. Zheng Chengan didn't know where to put them, so he asked, "Where can I throw these?"

Li looked up and saw his full basket, and said in surprise: "Where do you want to throw it for me? Put it down for me, I will keep it for use."

Zheng Chengan scratched his head, "What is the use of this thing?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly thought of something, "Mum, don't you want to cook this for us?"

"No, no, how can this thing be eaten? Isn't the new wheat coming down at home? We can't save so much, can we?"

Mrs. Li glanced at him, "You have a beautiful idea. If you want to eat it, I will give it to you. I accidentally dropped a piece of this cake on the ground this afternoon. My chicken was very happy to eat it. I looked at this thing very well." The fragrant ones are cooked through, so it’s okay to let the chicken eat.”

Zheng Chengan breathed a sigh of relief, "It's okay, just don't let me eat."

"Okay, I'll get in the way when I see you, don't block your eyes here, go to the field and gather a couple of vegetables."

Zheng Chengan patted his body, and went out obediently, thinking that once the vegetables were cooked, there would be little left, so he carried a small basket on his back and went to the field. Generally, people would not choose a place far away from home to grow vegetables, and soon he was to the field.

Zheng Chengan picked up almost a basket of vegetables before getting up from the ground. When he got up, he heard the rushing sound of the river beside him, and immediately remembered the smell of fish and meat last time.

The fish that time was not tender enough after all, only fried ones are the best. Thinking of the delicious and crispy texture, Zheng Chengan’s mouth is almost watering, but it’s a pity that it’s late now, and he must come over tomorrow to catch two fish. strips to eat.

Anyway, now that there is oil, I am not afraid of wasting it.

It was already dark when he went back, and he saw some dark shadows moving in front of his house, and for a moment he couldn't tell whether it was dark, his eyes were dazzled or someone was really there, so he walked lightly and calmly. Moved over.

When he got closer, he realized that it was really a figure, and he was tiptoeing in to peek inside at the moment.

Zheng Chengan quietly touched him, stood behind him, stretched out a hand to put on the other's shoulder, and said softly, "Uncle Geng."

"Er Di Niang!" The old man Geng was startled, staggered, and his chest was thumping.

He didn't recognize whose voice it was, and said angrily to the blurred shadow, "Who are you, don't you know that you can't scare people at night? If you scare the old man into sickness, can you afford it?"

Zheng Cheng'an was silent for a while, and said calmly: "Can't Uncle Geng hear my voice?"

"I don't know which melon boy you are from, so why don't you tell me quickly." The old man Geng patted himself on the shoulder and said in disgust.

"I am the son of the family in front of you. I wonder what Uncle Geng is looking at?"

"Anzi?!"

Old man Geng didn't expect that he would be caught by the children of this family when he sneaked a few glances. Fortunately, the children are not adults. There is something he has been curious about for a long time. He couldn't even sleep and he wanted to know the answer. You, why did you go out at night? Also, what is your family doing today? "

The old man Geng has been smelling a scent since the afternoon. The smell is not strong, but it makes people panic. At first, he could bear it, but at night, the smell became stronger and stronger, so that he couldn't sleep even when he lay on the bed. Now, I just want to know what it is that can have such a fragrant smell.

Zheng Chengan said: "It's nothing."

The old man Geng didn't believe it, "Why does your house smell so fragrant? Don't lie, I've smelled it for a while, and it came from your family. Why did you learn to deceive people at a young age without learning anything else?" .”

I even smelled it, it’s really a dog’s nose!Zheng Chengan curled his lips and said in disbelief.

"It's really nothing. If Uncle Geng has nothing to do, go back first. It's so late, so be careful on the road."

Half tactfully and half forcefully, Zheng Chengan turned the person in the other direction, then quickly opened the door by himself, got in, and said while locking the door: "Uncle Geng is leaving now, then I won't see him off."

Then he heard the old man Geng spit in a low voice, and soon he left.

Some people may say that he is cold-blooded, but he really doesn't like the feeling of being watched. It's like having a 24-hour surveillance camera around you, and someone will question you about every move you make.

Mrs. Li seemed to have heard a voice outside, calling him from the kitchen.

When Zheng Chengan went in, he saw Mrs. Li sitting on a small bench, and asked him, "What are you doing outside, and you won't agree."

Zheng Chengan put the pannier on the ground, "Talking to Uncle Geng next door."

"Old Geng?" Mrs. Li asked, "What is he doing here so late?"

Zheng Chengan sighed and said, "It's not that the smell of our house is too strong. He smelled it. Come here to see what it is made of?"

Li Shi paused, coughed and said, "Then did you tell him?"

Zheng Chengan shook his head: "No."

The room suddenly became quiet, except for the beeping branches in the stove, Mrs. Li came back to her senses, "What are you doing sitting down, the food is already cooked, why don't you go wash the vegetables."

"Yes." Zheng Chengan had no choice but to bear the burden of hard work and went out again.

Before he finished washing the dishes, Mrs. Li came out of the kitchen with a heavy brow, not knowing what to do.

Finally, the dishes were washed, and Zheng Chengan didn't see him coming out of the house, so he went to the kitchen with the basin.

Lian Xing was squatting in front of the stove and lighting the fire, Zheng Chengan glanced at him, but Lian Xing immediately looked away.

Zheng Chengan frowned slightly, what's wrong?

Bending down, Zheng Chengjian approached Lian Xing as if watching the fire, "How is the fire?"

Lian Xing watched him approaching, his eyes widened slightly, but in an instant his face turned away.

Zheng Chengan had no choice but to stand up as if nothing had happened, "Then I'll start cooking."

Lian Xing pretended to be staring at the fire head intently, turned over the fire stick in one hand, but actually turned nothing over, "Yeah."

It was too busy at this time, although Zheng Chengan was dissatisfied, but it was not easy to show it, so he had to continue cooking.

He was always willing to put oil, and he put in the usual amount of several meals at once, so much that even the stars could hardly bear it. He looked at him hesitantly, and finally his eyes flickered but he didn't say anything.

Zheng Chengan became more and more suspicious.