"You told you not to come, you still came here and didn't obey at all."

On the way home, Lu Ye covered his ears that were twisted a little painful, while listening to Ye Yuanqiu's muttering.

"What should I do if I get hurt if I climb onto the river bank, and you won't be afraid of falling down."

Lu Ye followed Ye Yuanqiu with his neck shrank and lowered his head. At this time, he did not dare to talk back, so he could only follow behind obediently.

He hit the gun, and Ye Yuanqiu's eyes were still slightly red at this time, and he was obviously in a bad mood.

The scene on the river bank just now showed up, and it was conceivable that the people were scared at that time.

When he got home, Ye Yuanqiu ignored Lu Ye and sat on a bench in front of the hall.

He didn't speak or did anything else, just sat quietly.

"My mom is still worried."

Although the conflict and fight on the river beach have passed, Lu Ye can see that his mother will not be able to get out for a while.

He knew that his mother was very thoughtful. In the past, he went to school and work in another place, and often couldn't sleep the night before. Today, when he suddenly encountered such a thing, he must be still afraid of this.

"You can't think too much about this kind of thing."

Lu Ye's eyes rolled down, trotted to the kitchen, poured a cup of hot water, and shouted all the way: "Mom, mom, are you thirsty? I've poured water for you!"

When he arrived at the gate, Lu Ye shouted, deliberately slid his feet, sprinkled some tea, and exclaimed, "Oh!"

"What's wrong?"

Ye Yuanqiu stood up from the bench and ran to Lu Ye a few steps. He took the teacup with one hand and looked at Lu Ye's little hand with the other, "Is it hot?"

"No." Lu Ye shook his little head repeatedly.

"I'm so irritable, not worry-free at all."

Ye Yuanqiu cursed, sat back on the bench, took a sip of hot water, and his mood improved a little.

Lu Ye trotted to the room and took a look, then went to the hall, came to Ye Yuanqiu and said, "Mom, it's ten o'clock now, aren't we still going to mill rice and make Qingming rice cakes?"

"Tsk!" After being reminded by Lu Ye, Ye Yuanqiu tsk, stood up from the bench, hurriedly walked towards the warehouse in the back hall, muttering, "It's all your fault, I forgot about it. The warehouse is open, but it doesn't attract mice or anything."

"Lu Ye, Lu Ye..." Ye Yuanqiu's voice came from the warehouse in the back hall again.

"Here you come." Lu Ye hurriedly ran into the back hall with his short legs.

"Please help mom with your pocket."

Ye Yuanqiu found three woven bags of phosphorus fertilizer, threw them in front of Lu Ye, grabbed the bamboo bucket with bamboo strips, and most of his body penetrated into the warehouse and began to scoop rice.

Lu Ye hurriedly grabbed a phosphorus fertilizer belt and supported the bag.

Ye Yuanqiu used a bamboo bucket to put rice in front of Lu Ye, and slowly poured the rice into a woven bag.

"Um--"

Lu Ye grabbed the bag with both hands, quickly tilted his head and held his breath.

The dried rice is poured into a woven bag. The dust is very heavy, and the flying dust is stained on the face and neck. If you don’t wash it clean, you will feel itchy when you go back to sleep.

This was one of the things that Lu Ye hated most when he was a child, but when he saw his mother busy, he could not escape from running away no matter what.

In the last life, from junior high school to high school, every year during the National Day holiday, the classmates of urban and rural residents were carefree. Rural children like Lu Ye basically had to go home to help.

When cutting rice, squeezing rice, drying, hands and feet are cut by rice leaves, unable to straighten their waists, and the nostrils are stained with dust... Before small harvesters are popular, Lu Ye feels terrible when he thinks about this harvest season.

During Lu Ye's high school period, due to the pressure of going to school, his inner depression, and his adolescence problems, he thought of dropping out of school several times.

As a result, during National Day, I was taken home and worked hard for five or six days. After that, all my pretentious problems were cured and I sat upright in class and worked hard.

After a while of busyness, the mother and son filled the three woven bags with early rice and glutinous rice.

Lu Ye looked at the three short woven bags that were only half filled with, and asked, "Mom, are you going to wait for my dad to come back before pulling them to crush them?"

"What are you waiting for your dad? He doesn't know when he will come back." Ye Yuanqiu reached out and picked up a woven bag containing half a rice, "I'll put it in three bags, just get it myself."

"That's it!" Lu Ye nodded.

He felt that it was not enough to grind rice into rice noodles to make pastries. He probably had to grind rice in the future. However, Ye Yuanqiu was still conservative and worried that he would not be able to sell it if he made too much, so he only prepared these first. Besides, the portion was not light.

The woven bag of phosphorus fertilizer, the dried rice bag is about 100 kilograms.

However, Ye Yuanqiu obviously had planned it. Each bag was only half filled. It was estimated that it was about 30 kilograms, and Lu Ye could not lift it, but it was not laborious for Ye Yuanqiu.

The three phosphorus fertilizers have reached the woven bags and are almost eighty or ninety kilograms.

At home, his father Lu Huoxing is usually responsible for the rice milling, so he still needs some strength. However, his father is always prone to delay doing things. He will not be able to get the bottom of the rice jar and be told that he is not able to do it. He often takes the initiative to do it.

With his current anxious attitude, he will definitely not be able to wait.

"Then I'll push the wheels."

Seeing that his mother had made up her mind and before he could come back, Lu Ye hurriedly jogged out of the hall, came to a small shed beside the pigpen outside the kitchen, and unveiled the wheels of the chariot.

The wheels used in this type of car are two 26-inch wheels on the left and right, connected by a steel axle in the middle to form a whole, weighing about forty or fifty kilograms. As long as a frame is placed on it, you can push it away directly.

In rural areas, this type of wheel is widely used. Even in later generations, you can occasionally see these wheels in cities. Some carts or trolleys on construction sites are used.

The load is also enough. Generally, if you have a small force, you can easily pull a few hundred pounds, and if you have a strong force, you can't make a big deal.

Luye cannot move this kind of wheel, but it is easy to push. He remembered that when he was a child, he liked to push this kind of wheel, and it was very interesting to turn around.

He pushed the wheels outside the room where his grandfather lived. The wall was against a wooden cart frame. Lu Yeren was weak and did not move. He waited for Ye Yuanqiu to pick up three bags of grain from the warehouse in the back hall, loaded the cart, moved the rice to the cart, and went to the kitchen to get two clean buckets. Only then did he prepare.

Ye Yuanqiu pulled the cart and walked along the path in front of the door towards the rice mill in the village.

Lu Ye looked at the bucket in the car and asked, "Mom, will the rice you will be crushed later?"

"When will it take to grind so much?" Ye Yuanqiu replied in front of the car, "When the rice is finished, then it will be made into rice paste. It's only a few cents a piece of it. You can make cakes when you come back."

"Oh, that's it." Lu Ye nodded, and he could hear something different from Ye Yuanqiu's tone.

It is probably because he earned dozens of dollars for selling hot water and lantern cakes in the past two days that Ye Yuanqiu would unconsciously consider production efficiency. In the past, he thought that his mother must have spent money on what she did, and she was not helpless and could not do it by herself.

Yesterday, the rice noodles used in the lantern cake was not much. Ye Yuanqiu borrowed stone mills directly from his neighbor's house. There are still stone mills like this today, but it has gradually become an old antique. In later generations, it was almost rare. If so, some people would buy it.

Lu Ye trotted behind the car and tried to push the car several times, but found that he was not as fast as Ye Yuanqiu was pulling the car.

The road in front of his house is actually not easy to walk on. It is two meters wide and about one-5 meters narrow.

It will probably take Lu Ye to go to the fourth or fifth grade and expand it once, and the road width will be two meters and five meters wide. Then when the village is opened, the ground will be turned into cement roads.

Fortunately, the road is not very good, but it is still very light to pull three and a half bags of rice, more than one hundred kilograms, with a cart.

The rice milling shop is not far from Lu Ye’s house, about two or three hundred meters away. It is a family on the side of the road. Lu Ye also knew him, but he forgot his name. The other party changed his original old kitchen into a store to do the rice milling business.

This kind of rice mill is very common in rural areas in the south. Generally, there are one or two in a village, which is considered to be convenient for people's business. A few days ago, there should be a rice mill, not a private business. Of course, before the 1960s and 1970s, many people had to rely on stone mills to crush them.

"You're waiting outside, don't go in, it's very dusty inside."

Ye Yuanqiu brought three small and half bags of rice off the truck, and did not let Lu Ye enter the rice mill.

Lu Ye nodded. The rice noodles and bran in this rice mill shop were scattered and the dust was very large.

He stood outside the store and took a look. There was a diesel rice mill in the rice mill.

At this time, rice mills mostly use diesel engines, and a few of them also use electricity, generally both for rice hulling and grinding.

Needless to say, rice is hulled, and the grinding is mainly aimed at rice flour and sweet potato flour.

If you grind rice or rice flour and rice slurry once, the store owner will charge a fee based on the weight. Or if the family does not feed poultry and livestock, directly use the rice bran after the rice is hulled to deduct the fee, and some may even make money.

The rumbling sound rang out quickly, and the black smoke from the diesel engine came out of the rice mill.

Lu Ye sat bored by the cart and looked at the surrounding environment.

Unlike the environment in memory, which has a yellow filter, everything that is displayed in front of you is extremely vivid and bright in color.

The road in front of the rice mill is the main road of Shangyun Village, and it should be considered a rural road according to the road classification. As for the production team to which it belongs, Lu Ye remembers it should be called "Yanghuiba", which is also a place name.

Many families lived scattered on both sides of the Yanghuiba Road and planted many trees. Some leaves fell in winter, bare, and looked as if they had already died.

Of course, there are many green trees. With the latitude and climate of Hanx County, even in winter, the mountains look green all year round, and only a few trees that need to fallen leaves to survive the winter.

The sound of thundering water came from the roadside from time to time. Lu Ye stood by the roadside and turned his head slightly, and could see that there was a stream next to this main road that ran through the entire Shangyun Village.

Unlike Zhexi, which is hustle and bustle outside Pengyan during the day, the main river flows through many villages in Yangxin Town and nourishes both sides of the river, and this stream is just a tributary.

Lu Ye didn't know what other places were called, but in the dialect of the southernmost Wu language area of ​​the northern part of Han x County, there seemed to be no word "river", and they were all replaced by "river".

Shangyun Village has three water veins. Generally, locals in Shangyun Village call the stream. The stream is not officially named, it is called "Xiu", which means that Zhexi flows through Shangyun Village is called "Daxi". There is also an unknown stream at the end of Shangyun Village, called "Xizi". The stream and Xizi meet two or three kilometers outside Shangyun Village. That place is called the bow of the ferry. The water surface is large and wide, and you can take a boat.

Most of the river surfaces of the stream are only three or five meters wide. Except for where the embankment is deliberately built, most sections of the river are not deep.

The origin of the place name of Yanghui Dam is that a dam was built on a stream to store water by blocking rivers, so it could be six or seven wide. People nearby did not drink it, and most of them were used to wash and rinse.

"Walking through Yanghuiba and walking in a little further, it's elementary school."

Lu Ye sat on the cart, swaying beside the cart, and the memories in his mind unconsciously extended along the road.

These days he returned to his childhood, he always thought about how to get his family out of poverty and embarrassment as soon as possible, but he did not care too much about his identity as a primary school student.

"Fortunately, it's been winter vacation recently, otherwise I'd have to go to school these days, which would be really hard."

The next semester is the second semester of the first grade of elementary school. Lu Ye has almost forgotten everything about his memory of elementary school except for the limited faces of several teachers.
To be continued...