The team was quite lively at noon.

Many people hurriedly finished their meal and came to the stone mill in front of the ancestral temple to line up for grinding. Da Mulu was also here, carrying a bag of wheat to grind flour.

This is Wang Yi's arrangement.

The flour he buys is all machine-milled flour. The finished flour comes out at high temperature and high speed. It is fine but contains additives.

So he planned to grind some flour by himself. There are no additives and it is flour ground at low temperature. People on the Internet say that this kind of flour has less nutritional damage.

To put it simply, machine-ground flour is PS flour, and stone-ground flour is amateur flour.

Wang Yi came into contact with PS a lot in 2022, and in 1982 he wanted to be more amateur.

Improve your pursuit of life! Be enterprising! Be willing to try new things!

There are many tools in front of the ancestral temple, but only two can grind noodles.

One is a stone mill and the other is a stone grinder, both of which can grind noodles, but there are too few of them in the village, especially since the noodles ground by the stone grinder are not as fine as those of the stone grinder. People are willing to use the stone grinder, so the queue time is very long.

Grinding the noodles with a stone mill is very laborious. Yao holds the grinding stick and turns it around the stone mill.

There will be a family named Wang Xianggong who is grinding cornmeal, and Wang Dongyang's family is queuing up. According to the rules, those who come later must help those who come first to grind the cornmeal to speed up the process.

Wang Dongyang rolled up his sleeves and pushed the grinding stick, making a low squeaking noise as he pushed the stone mill.

Wang Xianggong's wife poured corn into the eye of the stone mill. As the stone mill rotated, corn flour slowly leaked from the grooves in the circle.

After a while, Wang Dongyang started to sweat. When he saw Wang Yi coming, he greeted: "Teacher Wang, come here and help me!"

"Teacher Wang is an intellectual and a mental worker, can he push the mill for you?" Liu Hongmei chewed soybeans and smiled, "You go ahead and do your thing. Look at your sweating posture, is it kidney failure?

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This cannot be tolerated.

Wang Dongyang didn't have a wife yet, so he gritted his teeth and started to speed up.

Liu Hongmei grabbed a handful of soybeans and handed them to Wang Yi: "Teacher Wang, you can try the freshly roasted beans."

Wang Yi tasted it, it was crunchy and crispy, and very fragrant.

A little kid saw him eating soybeans and ran over. He raised his head and snorted and asked, "Teacher Wang, is it delicious?"

Wang Yi handed it to him.

When he stretched out his hand, it was covered with mud!

A group of cubs were playing in the mud nearby.

They don't have toys on weekdays, and mixing clay is the most common way to play. One child among them was so skillful that he even made a stone mill.

Wang Yi went over to look and saw two circles made of mud in an open space. Grooves were evenly carved on them with straw and dry soil was sprinkled on them, just like two stone circles.

A hole was drilled in the middle of the round wheel, and a small piece of wood was used as a grinding stick. It turned out to be quite decent.

Wang Dongfeng teased him: "Put the pig's trotters on the window sill to dry, and then grind them into flour for your mother."

The kid named Pig Trotter tilted his head and looked at him and said, "Uncle, are you stupid? This isn't made of stone, it's made of mud. How do you grind flour?"

People around laughed.

Wang Yi knelt down and asked the child: "Pig's trotters, why don't you go to school?"

Pig Trotter lowered his head and said, "I said it's useless. Why don't you give my mother a helping hand and make her feel more relaxed."

Wang Yi said: "You have no strength, even if you go to help her, how much lighter can you be? But if you study and gain culture and knowledge, you will become a cadre or technician in the future, and your monthly expenses will be one hundred yuan, and your mother will spend the rest of her life."

I feel lighter now and don’t have to work anymore.”

Pig Trotter said nothing.

Someone said with a smile: "No cadre can emerge from his family's ancestral graves even if there is smoke. Pig's trotters have no brains for sweet potatoes. Their whole family is as stupid as a pig's butt."

After hearing this, Pig Trotter was furious, grabbed a piece of mud, threw it at him, and ran away.

The man glared angrily and wanted to chase him: "Hey, little bastard!"

Wang Yi stopped him: "What you just said was too much. I don't blame other children for throwing mud at you."

This man was thin and short. He didn't dare to act stupid in front of him and could only laugh and say: "Mr. Wang, you are laughing. This is how we uneducated people talk."

"Colander, you have to take good care of your mouth. Sooner or later, you will suffer from your mouth." Wang Dongyang came over to criticize him.

Take the opportunity to take a break.

As a result, Wang Xianggong shouted: "Yangzi, where are you running? Come here to work!"

Wang Dongyang was about to shed tears: "Second uncle, isn't it almost worn out?"

Wang Xianggong said: "I grew some dried sweet potatoes during the Chinese New Year at home. After they were dried in the sun, I made some sweet potato noodles."

The dried sweet potatoes are too hard and too big to be stuffed in. You have to smash them first.

As the millstone rotates, the sweet potato noodles come out. This is finely ground, and they come out and splash in all directions, just like dust.

Wang Dongyang quickly grabbed the dustpan to cover it and slapped it back.

He found a light job.

Wang Yi has begun to be respected on the island.

After Wang Xianggong finished, the others said, "Let Teacher Wang go first. Teacher Wang is busy with the baby's class in the afternoon."

Wang Yi, who was watching the excitement with great interest, was stunned.

I'm just here to eat melon, how can you let me in?

You're welcome here, Da Mulu, carrying a bag, went up and poured wheat into the stone mill's eye.

The wheat needs to be moistened before grinding. Da Mulu is quite knowledgeable about this and handles it properly.

Wang Yi gritted his teeth and pushed the grinding stick.

'Creak, creak, creak...'

Fortunately, I pushed forward and there is no shame!

Moreover, after pushing it, it gained inertia and he felt it was not very heavy. His body told him that it could be done!

But then his brain told him, you can't!

Not only is this a heavy problem, but it also makes me dizzy walking around a millstone.

Fortunately, Da Mulu filled up the wheat and took over the grinding stick with his free hand: "Teacher Wang, you sweep it, I'll push it!"

He took long strides and pushed the stone mill around like a windmill.

Physical strength is not a loss.

Wang Dongfeng came up to help him. Wang Yi gave him the broom and went back to school first.

The school building was empty at this moment, so he took advantage of the time and made a trip back every 22 years.

He went to the rental house, first called the proprietress of the generator store and told her to go pick up the UPS over the weekend, and then opened the previous post and read it.

There are a lot of comments, most of them are making jokes about 28, but there are also experts who are giving advice.

Tieba brother is always enthusiastic after all.

Many people also sent him private messages, and Wang Yi called them one by one to inquire about trading information.

He took a notebook and wrote down all the quotes.

The main purpose is to make a quotation for the 1981 stamp annual album. This thing is not expensive, the price fluctuates around 20,000, and the stamps in it are required to be complete and well preserved.

There were only two quotes for that set of Liu Wencai and Jingde porcelain. One party quoted 220,000 yuan, and the other party quoted 100,000 yuan.

The one hundred thousand family was killed by him directly.

In addition, he also quoted some banknotes, and this quote was even lower, totaling only two thousand yuan.

Wang Yi was very dissatisfied upon hearing this.

The person on the other end of the phone said: "The third set of RMB has been in circulation for 38 years, and now there is a lot of money left. What you have in your hands are ordinary versions, which are not valuable at all. I give you this price because of your great unity."

There are consecutive numbers, and there are more than a dozen consecutive numbers. If all the thirty-eight large-scale tickets are consecutive numbers, the price will be higher."

Wang Yi was stunned by these words.

The Great Unity he was talking about was of course ten yuan, but why did he say he had thirty-eight Great Unity cards? He had a total of forty-four in his hand——

Wang Xiangxiong gave him a total of 455 yuan, 80.6 cents, and he remembered this clearly.

Moreover, he still remembered that forty of the forty-four big unity cards were borrowed by Wang Xiangxiong from his apprentice’s family. His apprentice’s family worked at a credit union, and what he was given at that time was the new money he had just withdrawn, all with consecutive numbers!

He took photos of all the banknotes and uploaded them online. However, in order to save time and effort, he did not take photos one by one, but spread them out together into a fan shape.

So he hung up the phone and went back to Tingtaoju and took out the banknotes from the box.

There are indeed only 38 cards in the Great Unity!

The change was also wrong, 15 yuan, 8 cents and 6 cents became 12 yuan, 8 cents and 6 cents!

Wang Yi took out his phone again and compared the photos.
To be continued...