After seeing off the Yang family, and taking advantage of the weather being a little cloudy, Xiang Jin accompanied her mother to the fields to replant the vegetables that had not been planted in the morning.
Then she accompanied her mother to polish rice noodles.
She originally advised her mother to go tomorrow morning, when it would be cooler, but her mother said that the craftsman would be coming tomorrow morning and there would be no time.
In addition, she couldn't bear to let her mother walk alone on the road at noon, carrying more than a hundred kilograms of things, so she had no choice but to accompany her.
But their rice and flour milling workshop is really far away. Although it is in our brigade, it is in the deep bay of the Sixth Brigade. It is not only separated from their bay by three beams, but also winding and twisting.
There are twists and turns, uphills and downhills, all of which are rugged mountain roads.
Xiang Jin's mother carried a hundred kilograms of millet, and she carried fifty kilograms of wheat. The two of them just walked and stopped five or six times along the way, and it took them almost an hour to get there.
When they got there, they just caught up with the workshop owner going home for dinner, so they waited there for almost half an hour.
When the boss came, there was someone in line in front of them, so they had to wait for almost twenty minutes.
Finally, they finally polished the rice flour and put the wheat bran and rice bran into their own pockets. However, both mother and daughter turned into gray men.
Their whole bodies, from head to toe, looked as if they had rolled through a puddle of flour. Even if they were patted with a handkerchief later, their image still did not improve much.
It took the mother and daughter almost another hour to return to their bay. By then it was already noon and the sun was blazing. Both Xiang Jin and her mother were sweating profusely.
It’s no exaggeration to say that as much as you are embarrassed, you will be embarrassed.
Not only was his face red from the sun, but there were also streaks of black water running down it, which were the result of being washed away by sweat and flour, and his hair was also a mess.
She buried her head and walked mechanically step by step. Suddenly, she heard a gentle yet caring voice whispering in her ear, "Oh, you two are still busy outside at noon. Look, what are you doing?"
Sunbaked?"
Xiang Jin raised his head and found that they had arrived at the door of Mr. Zeng and Grandma Mo's home. At this time, Grandma Mo and Yan Chen were standing under the eaves of their home, looking at them and greeting them.
Seeing how clean and fresh they were, and seeing how sloppy she and her mother looked at this moment, Xiang Jin couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
Alas, even if it is to prevent her from coming to places where rice and flour are ground in the future, she must cherish the food in the future. It is not easy, it is not easy, it is not easy!
The mother and daughter stopped, resting their backs on the stone bench beside their courtyard, and then greeted Grandma Mo and the others. Yang Juyun smiled and said, "Oh, let's go get some rice and noodles and come back."
,Has Aunt Mo eaten?"
"Eat, eat, come on, come up and sit for a while, take a rest," Grandma Mo invited them.
Yang Juyun refused, "No, aunt, I'll be there soon, just a few steps away."
Grandma Mo looked at her angrily, and then said with concern, "You should go there tomorrow morning. How big is the sun outside right now? Isn't it hard for people to bear it, or is it because of their health?"
Yang Juyun nodded, "Yes, it was cloudy at that time. I didn't expect it to suddenly become so vicious again."
Grandma Mo nodded, and then sighed, "Oh, I don't know when it will rain this day. I saw that the corn leaves in many people's fields were rolled up by the sun. Even some people's homes
The vegetables in the field have all dried up and their vines have shriveled up."
Yang Juyun said, "That's right." Fortunately, their family planted the autumn rice earlier this year, and the flowers bloomed earlier. During the time when rice was being packed, there wasn't much work in the ground. If it had been delayed any longer,
If it takes ten days, it is estimated that their corn production will be reduced a lot this year.
This is a small blessing for them!
The mother and daughter rested there for a while, chatted a few words with Grandma Mo, and then picked up their things and went home again.
That afternoon, when the sun was about to set, Xiang Jin followed her mother to their fields and walked around to see if any fields needed watering.
After their house was officially built, her mother was mainly responsible for the work on the construction site. She had to do the work such as draining water in the fields.
Therefore, she had to identify the locations of their fields.
However, what made Xiang Jin feel a little unhappy was that she had to help take care of Lao Xiang's family's fields, which took up a bit of her time.
Aunt Liao didn't come back that night, so she might have been left to stay with her parents.
Early the next morning, Yang Juyun got up. When she heard the sound of the door opening, Xiang Jin also rolled out of bed, and then said to her mother, "Mom, how about I go catch the show today?"
"Are you going?" Yang Juyun was washing her face by the well in the yard when she suddenly paused.
Xiang Jin nodded, "Well, I'll go, it's not like I don't know the way to the town? Besides, I also have some things of my own that I want to buy.
You see, the craftsman will come later, how can we do it without an adult at home?"
Yang Juyun hesitated a little, then nodded, "Okay, you go!"
But she didn't ask Xiang Jin what she wanted to buy. Simply because her daughter was older, she had to have her own thoughts and private matters to deal with, so after washing her face, she directly took thirty yuan to Xiang Jin.
And asked her if it was enough?
Xiang Jin said, "Enough is enough! I just bought a few kilograms of meat and a few painting drawings, and it didn't cost much."
Her previous drawings were all drawn on a workbook the size of an A4 paper. Both the size and the three-dimensional sense of the house were lacking a lot. Xiang Jin felt that they should be drawn on a professional
Only on drawings.
That way it will look fresh and clear, and it will also prevent craftsmen from making mistakes when they build a house in the future because they can't see the drawings clearly.
Then Yang Juyun explained to her, "If there is a lot of money left by then, you can weigh a few more kilograms of vermicelli back. Our family doesn't have any vegetables, so we can give them cold vermicelli for rice."
"okay!"
Because of the lesson learned from the last trip, Xiang Jin washed her face and did not rush to leave. Instead, she cooked breakfast and ate it before setting off. She planned to catch the eight o'clock train.
After Yang Juyun gave her the money, he took advantage of the fact that it was still early and the craftsmen had not arrived so quickly, so he directly carried the basket on his back and went to the field to help Aunt Liao cut back today's pigweed.
After arriving in the town, Xiang Jin's first stop was Xinhua Bookstore. There she chose a 420x297 (mm) thickened A3 drawing paper, a total of thirty sheets, and a box of color drawings divided into twelve colors.
The crayons cost a total of four yuan and fifty cents.
As soon as she put the things into her backpack and was about to pick them up and leave, a young man with a dark face ran straight towards her, then stared at her with surprise on his face and said, "Hey, Xiang Jin, it's really...
You?"
Xiang Jin frowned as he stared at the young man.
Who is this? Could it be another classmate of hers?
Xiang Jin guessed this in his mind, but he quickly looked at the young man without leaving any trace.
Well, he has a face with a Chinese character, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and is not tall. He is just a little taller than her, at most two centimeters or less than three centimeters. Of course, this may only be for her.
, maybe in the eyes of others, his height is still okay.
The young man saw that she didn't seem to recognize him, so he pointed at himself eagerly and introduced, "It's me, Song Kaiyan, from Class 2. You forgot, last year several of our classmates from the same brigade went to class at night."
We went home from study together, and we walked with him a few times."
From the second class? Could it be that they are not from the same class?
Xiang Jin said lightly, then asked, "Is something wrong?"
The young man looked embarrassed and shook his head, "Oh, no, I thought I saw you grinding rice and flour over there yesterday?"
Xiang Jin nodded, "Well, yesterday my mother and I were harvesting rice in Songjiawan."
Then the young man ran out of words and asked, "Are you here to buy information too?"
"No, I'm just rushing. If nothing happens, I'll leave first. I have something else to do." After saying that, she picked up the bamboo pole and left directly.
"Huh?" The young man stretched his neck as if he wanted to call her, but Xiang Jin had already walked away.
Looking at her back, the young man stood there and stared for a long time. In the end, he only had a look of frustration and a soft sigh.
After Xiang Jin left, Yan Chen took a few newly selected books and walked out from behind a row of bookshelves not far from the counter. Then he looked at the black-faced boy in front of him several times.
Xiang Jin came to the vegetable market and first cut more than four kilograms of meat, then bought a bundle of more than five kilograms of rice noodles, and then bought a side of pork suet. When passing by a roadside stall, she
I also saw an old man selling small vegetable seedlings, and then I bought a bunch for one yuan and fifty cents. It is said that there are as many as a hundred plants.
Later, when passing by a pharmacy, Xiang Jin went in and bought several boxes of Huoxiang Zhengqi liquid.
Guessing that time was almost up, Xiang Jin carried the basket on her back and headed straight to the station above. At this time, she only had two or three dollars left with her.