strictlysupreme Chapter 372 Going to Help My Mother-in-Law
Chapter 372 Going to Help My Mother-in-Law
When Wen Wuyan brought Daxin to his mother-in-law's house, he was startled as soon as he entered the yard by a thin old man sitting against the wall near the door of the east hall.
The old man must not have seen the light for a long time, and his face had an indescribable color that was neither black nor white.
If I have to say what color it is, it's probably grayish white.
He looked haggard, with gray hair tied into a hairpin at the back of his head. He looked pale, but his clothes were clean.
The old man looked at the newcomers with his cloudy eyes and asked with a decayed tone, "Who are you?"
Li Xin looked at her, then looked up at Wen Wuyan, tilting his head and wondering who she was? Was she her great-grandmother?
The uncle took two steps forward and bowed to the old lady, "Grandma, I am Qingqing's husband, Wen Wuyan from Niutoushan Village."
Obviously, Wen Wuyan recognized who the old man leaning against the wall was.
The old man narrowed his cloudy eyes and said, "Is it you?" Then he looked Li Xin up and down and said something heartbreaking.
"Aren't all three of her children daughters? Why did she dress up the eldest as a boy? Did she raise the money-loser as a boy because she couldn't give birth to a son? Ahem~ Ahem, did she think she would have a son this way?"
Since Mrs. Gu Jia was not here, the old man's attitude today was not very friendly.
Wen Wuyan's face darkened when he heard this, and he didn't intend to say any more words to the old man.
Li Xin glanced at the old man and wanted to say something, but finally looked at the other's gray face, pursed his lips, and finally said nothing.
He saw that the west hall was locked and his grandmother was nowhere to be seen in the kitchen.
He called out "Grandma" twice in the yard, but no one answered.
hehehe~
The old woman leaned against the wall and laughed, but the sound was like the collision of iron and iron. "Don't shout, there is no one at home. I am the only old woman who is not dead."
"Do you know which field mother and Zhuangzhuang went to?" Wen Wuyan stood up and asked.
The old man stared at him but said nothing.
Li Xin pursed his lips again, looked at Wen Wuyan and said, "Uncle, why don't I go to the neighbor's house and ask."
Wen Wuyan originally thought that there was someone at home so he could give the eggs he carried to his mother-in-law, but he didn't expect that he would come up empty-handed today.
It was not the first time he met Grandma Gu, but this time he felt very uncomfortable.
"You rest here, we are leaving." Wen Wuyan said, turning around and walking out with Li Xin. At this moment, a voice suddenly came from the east wing, which was actually a two-room adobe house, "Son-in-law, son-in-law, your mother and the others are in the fields behind the village."
"Look at how you have been bullied by your parents' family, and why are you still talking nonsense?" The old woman sitting at the door cursed at the east room.
Wen Wuyan and Li Xin were stunned after hearing this. He asked Li Xin to wait for him in the yard. He turned and went to the east room to say hello to his father-in-law, and then took Li Xin to the back of Shuangxi Village.
"Uncle, my great-grandmother looks at me strangely." On the way, Li Xin and Wen Wuyan said.
Wen Wuyan rubbed his head but didn't say much.
The Gu family’s fields were easy to find, and Wen Wuyan’s arrival shocked Gu Jia and the others.
"Brother-in-law? Why are you here?" Gu Zhuangzhuang wiped his face roughly with the sweat towel around his neck.
"Brother-in-law, are you and Daxin the only ones here? My sister didn't come?" Lu Xiaocao asked hurriedly, holding a sickle in her hand and looking behind him.
"Wu Yan, what are you doing?" Gu Jia looked at the person who suddenly appeared in front of her, holding a sickle in his hand...
Wen Wuyan moved quickly and gently placed the bamboo basket on his back on the ground. "Mom, here are some chicken and duck eggs that Qingqing brought for you. Don't be reluctant to eat them during the busy farming season."
Seeing that Gu Jia was about to say something, Wen Wuyan said first, "We have a lot of chickens at home."
It was not until Gu Jia lowered her head under the shade of the tree with the bamboo basket in her hand that he saw a straw mat on the ground over there. There was a small quilt on the mat and little Gu Qi was sleeping on it.
"Come on, Zhuangzhuang, take me to the field. I'm here to help you harvest the wheat."
When Gu Zhuangzhuang saw his brother-in-law coming to help him, he grinned.
Wen Wuyan brought an extra sickle, which was taken away by Gu Jia, but Gu Jia went home after cutting for a while.
He handed the sickle to Wen Shengxi and asked her to cut slowly.
As for Li Xin, he bundled the wheat straw into small or large bundles.
At noon, Gu Jia brought porridge in a jar, a boiled egg for each person, extra steamed buns, a large bowl of fried eggplant and a small bowl of pickles.
The people in the field followed suit and dealt with it.
With the help of their two sickles, the wheat in the two-acre field was harvested when the sun was still ten feet above the top of the western mountain.
Wen Wuyan expressed his concern for Gu Jia on behalf of Qingqing, and then said to Xiaocao and her sister, "You are not in a hurry to go back. Wait until all the food is packed and brought home, then you can go back."
"Are Qingqing and the children at home okay? Why don't you let Shengxi go back with you first? We only have one acre of land left and we can finish it soon." Although Gu Jia seldom visited her daughter's home, she knew from Xiaocao how big her daughter's business was.
I left Xiaocao and Shengxi here to help me. I wonder how tired my daughters must be.
"Mom, you don't need to worry about my family. Someone is helping Qingqing. Besides, all the wheat in my family has been brought home. We don't lack workers."
Wen Wuyan comforted his mother-in-law with a few words, then did not go home again and went back directly from the outside of the village.
It took them more than an hour to get back.
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In the next few days, Gu Qingqing brought Daxin with her, and the two of them pulled a cart to the town to open and close the shop.
Where is the donkey?
The donkey was naturally pulling the stone roller to grind the wheat ears at home.
Dry the wheat straw with wheat ears on the open ground, roll and press it over and over again with a stone roller, shake the compacted wheat straw with a fork, and continue to repeat the previous action.
The purpose is to effectively press the wheat kernels out of the ears.
The stone roller belonged to Yuzhu's family. Their wheat had not yet completely dried up and was not needed, so Wen Wuyan borrowed it.
Wen Wuyan watched the little black donkey pulling the roller in circles with ease, a rare look of relaxation on its face.
This is because we have a donkey at home, otherwise we would have to pull it ourselves.
The stone roller is cylindrical with horizontal stripes on the surface. There are holes the size of a cup in the center of both ends to hold wooden utensils.
In the past, people would tie the two ends of the hemp rope to the sides of the wooden tool, put the remaining hemp rope around the waist, grab the hemp rope on both sides with both hands, and use the waist and hands to pull the roller.
Of course, this can only be done by a strong man.
Thinking of this, Wen Wuyan burst out laughing. He remembered hearing villagers chatting before, saying that when Li Yugang came to Geng's house, he also wanted to thresh the field. He wanted to help the family, but no matter how hard he pulled the roller, it didn't move at all.
After grinding the wheat, use a fork to insert the flattened wheat straw into an open space on the side. You need to shake your hands during this process, the purpose is to shake out the wheat hidden in the straw.
When the wind blows, the wheat husks are blown away, the wheat seeds fall to the ground, and the husks are blown away by the wind. This is a technical job.
The wheat seeds were bagged and brought into the house, and the wheat husks were also bagged to feed the livestock at home. The wheat straw was piled on the side to be used as kindling in the future.