What could be wrong with the salted fish attack?

After locking the courtyard door, Jing Mo looked at the chicks under the eaves and suddenly had an idea.

He put the bowl back in the kitchen, fetched well water to wash away the smell of sweat, and went back to sleep for half an hour.

When it was almost time, the fifth uncle came to knock on the door.

Jing Mo opened the door and saw that he was holding a basket of lettuce leaves in his hand.

Uncle Wu took the initiative: "Xing Xing asked me to bring it here to feed you chickens."

"Thank you." Jing Mo took it over: "Come in and sit down."

"Okay." He stepped into the yard.

Looking at the houses that are exactly the same but different everywhere, I still feel sour in my heart.

But after all, the age is long, the grief is fading away, and the mood is not too fluctuating.

Just clenched a fist with one hand and put it against his mouth to block the gushing cough.

Jing Mo, who was feeding vegetable leaves to the chickens and ducks, turned around when he heard the sound, "Fifth Uncle?"

Uncle Wu waved his hand: "It's okay, you get ready, I'll take you to grind rice bran."

"Okay." Jing Mo quickly threw the vegetable leaves into the chicken coop, closed the door, threw some for the chicks, put the rest aside, and went to the utility room to get rice bran.

He came out with a bag of rice on his shoulders: "I have to borrow a basket from you."

"to make."

Jing Mo went out with him carrying the rice bran on his back, went around to get a basket, and then went to the place where the stone mill was placed.

There is a special place for rice milling in the village.

It's on the side of Paradise.

As for Ditang, it is the name of Nanhe Village, which is the place where rice, beans and peanuts are uniformly dried.

There is a row of houses there, the middle is empty, and the beams connect the two rooms on the left and right. Sorry for Jingmo's stupidity, I don't know what kind of building this kind of building is, and it can't be called at all.

There are stone mills and rollers in the open space covered by tiles and house beams.

Uncle Wu pointed to the stone mill and said, "Can you use it?"

Jing Mo took a look at it, and nodded when he felt that the problem was not serious.

Uncle Wu thought he really knew it, so he sat down on the door pier beside him.

There are two kinds of stone mills, one is push type and the other is pull type.

Hand-push small stone mill, easy to operate.

Jing Mo put the basket on the place where the flour was collected, scooped the rice bran into the hole with his hands, and began to push the stone mill around.

At the beginning, the movements were rusty and the posture was stiff. After two more turns, the feeling came, and it became faster and faster.

Over time, the millstones began to ooze rice bran powder.

Jing Mo rubbed some rice bran powder with his hands, and the rice bran powder produced by the first pass was still coarse. If the rice bran powder is to meet the requirements of fine bran, it needs to be ground again.

For the sake of the chick, Jing Mo decided to do it one more time.

An hour later, the finely ground rice bran powder is freshly baked.

Jing Mo's arms were pushing alternately, soreness was unavoidable.

He twisted some more on his fingertips, and it was so fine that he could not only feed chicks, but also eat it himself.

Of course he himself was not interested in these.

The results comforted his tired body a little.

And Uncle Wu has been looking at him from time to time. He saw a few funny expressions on his face occasionally, so he knew that this person is not good, but he just needs to save face in front of this old man.

Later, seeing that he gradually became like a fish in water, and he still knew how to grind it a little bit more, he knew that this person was a down-to-earth person in his work and would not save some undue effort.

After Jing Mo swept all the rice bran powder in the stone plate into the basket, Uncle Wu stood up: "Go back after grinding."

He, an old man, sat here for an hour. Although he didn't do anything, his butt hurt from sitting.

He stood up and patted the dust off his buttocks and thighs, before walking ahead.

Jing Mo covered the rice bag on top of the rice bran flour, and followed Fifth Uncle with a basket in his arms.

Uncle Wu walked in front with his hands behind his back, and Jing Mo followed suit. If someone didn't know their relationship, they would think they were the grandfather and grandson.

......

Since Nanyue married into the town three years ago, she seldom goes back to Nanhe Village on weekdays.

It has only been ten days since Jingmo lived in Nanhe Village, and the news has not yet reached the ears of these married people.

Naturally, he was not familiar with Jingmo.

Nanyue just came back from the town, and he needs to help her mother's family Xia Zhong from tomorrow, so she came back early.

This wave was completely encountered on the road.

Nanyue didn't know Jingmo, but she was familiar with the older generation who watched her grow up: "Why did Uncle Ying go out today?"

To be offensive, Uncle Wu and Jing Mo didn't notice Nanyue.

Uncle Wu only concentrated on walking forward, while Jing Mo had to take care of Uncle Wu and didn't give his attention to others.

I also met several people just now, and everyone just said hello.

But this one... Jing Mo raised his eyes, and his eyes met a beautiful face.

Different from Nan Xing's beauty, this brother's face is really good-looking, the mole between his eyebrows is bright red, his complexion is fair, and his face is lightly makeup. What is more eye-catching than his appearance is his attire. Brightness is bound to be counterproductive, he looks like a flower peacock, but his clothes make his face stand out even more.

This kind of appearance is very popular among the bosses in the base.

Jing Mo looked at his eyes, and Nan Yue also looked at him: "Uncle Ying, this is...?" He looked Jing Mo up and down a few times: "...Could it be Brother Xing's husband? ?”

Bad tone.

Jing Mo understood that this was deliberately blocking the way, and it seemed that he had a problem with Uncle Wu's family.

Fifth Uncle was leisurely: "It's Brother Yue, just came back from town?"

"Yeah, I just arrived. Father and father missed me and asked me to go home and stay for a few days. It's not just Xia Zhong, so I can help you by the way."

Uncle Wu nodded, with a very approving expression: "It's good that you have such filial piety, but this clothes are not suitable for wearing in the field, so be careful not to get it dirty."

Nanyue was sarcastically returned by Uncle Wu, but she still couldn't refute, so she could only clenched her teeth in anger.

Jing Mo raised his eyebrows. It's not that he hasn't seen people tearing him apart before, but Uncle Wu, who is always slow and kind, never thought that he would be able to scold someone without uttering a bad word, which is amazing.

Uncle Wu didn't care about anything with his younger generation, so he told Nanyue to let Jingmo go: "Don't be blocked on the road, this road is not yours, if you don't leave, they will go."

Jing Mo almost gave him a thumbs up.

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