"okay."

At this point, Ye Yaodong remembered that he washed his hands and ate when he came back, and even forgot to give her the goods list to keep.

Lin Xiuqing looked at the price on the bill of goods. She was no longer surprised or asked. She was numb. She was used to him selling it for a lot of money every time. She just counted the money and saved it.

"I finished collecting the goods for the ground cage today, and I fished for a while. The harvest was quite good. I caught a two-pound tiger spot."

"Ah, no wonder, we sold it for so much money."

"Well, if you save hard, there will be many places where you will need money in the future."

She understood this without him having to say it.

"Dongzi? Are you okay? Let's go to the old house to load rice."

It was Ye Yaohua who heard the voices at the back door and came out to call him.

"alright."

After killing the fish and washing her hands, she took care of the rest.

There is no rice mill workshop in their village, so they need to push a cart of rice to Dongqiao Village, where there is a rice mill workshop.

When they went there, the person in front of them had just finished processing, so they arrived without queuing.

The two brothers carried a bag of rice and poured it in through the top opening of the rice mill. Ye Yaodong took a sack and put it over the rice outlet. When everything was ready, the owner of the workshop started the rice mill.

After a while, the grinding wheel started to move, grinding the outer skin of the rice, removing the light brown layer of husk, and the white grains of rice flowed out from the mouth and flowed to the sack.

The freshly ground rice was hot, white, nice to look at and easy to touch. Ye Yaodong stretched out his hand to catch it from time to time. When his palm was full, he turned it over, threw it back into the bag, and then repeated the action.

After processing one bag, he lifted it and estimated that one hundred kilograms of rice would produce about sixty or seventy kilograms of rice. He charged a processing fee of 1 cent. If the rice bran was not required, he could charge 1 cent less.

They definitely wanted this, and their mother also told them to take the rice bran home to feed the chickens.

By the time all four bags of rice were crushed, an hour had passed.

The two brothers paid their wages and went back to share the rice with them.

Get up tomorrow morning and work hard to update another chapter
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