Zhou Zheng collected a lot of environmental samples and asked Xu Qingzhi for his contact information. The two added each other on WeChat.
Xu Fuqiang went to clean up the public grain drying ground in the village. It was not used all year round and had been abandoned for a long time.
Not long after, Xu Fuqiang came back.
He said with a sad face: "The drying field has been useless for a long time. Grass has grown and the ground is covered with moss. It is no longer possible to dry rice."
But there are always more solutions than difficulties.
Wang Yanmei thought for a while and said, "We might as well transport it to the rice factory in the county. It just costs a little more gas. The rice can be dried directly by a machine, and then it can be inspected into rice and shipped back."
Xu Qingzhi:!!!
What, this thing already exists now?
"Mom, why didn't you tell me earlier?"
Then there is no need to dry rice, just transport it directly there.
Most of the villages grow their own rice, or second-hand rice sellers would rather spend their time drying it themselves in order to make more money.
But the Xu family has planted more than 50 acres of land this time, so it must be convenient to send it directly to drying.
It's a long way to the county seat, so it will cost more gas, and you may have to pay more for drying.
The rice on the ground is already drying, so let’s ignore it for now. Xu Qingzhi makes the decision. The rice harvested by Uncle Zhong using the harvester today will be transported directly to the rice factory by truck.
Xu Fuqiang went to Qili and Baxiang to find four large trucks to help.
The harvester works very efficiently and can harvest ten acres of field in one hour.
The terrain of Taoshui Village is flat, not complicated, and there is no difficulty in operation.
If it's efficient like this, it can be done in one day.
Sure enough, technology changes life.
If this were the old manpower era, a whole big family would go out with their children to help this family collect today and that family tomorrow.
The adults bent down to cut the rice, and the children helped to take the rice and throw it into the threshing machine. The children who couldn't help ran around and played on the pile of straw after they had threshed the rice. When they got tired of playing, they sniffed the straw.
It smells good, sleeping on that pile of straw.
When it gets dark, they still have to light up the lights to harvest the rice. When the adults are done with their work, I look at the little ones. They are sleeping soundly on the straw pile one by one, and they don't want to wake up.
There is the fragrance of rice in my breath, the chirping of cicadas and the chirping of unknown insects are in my ears, there is a slight cool breeze, and the adults' trousers half-tied to the calves are stained with soil.
Due to the development of science and technology, these have gradually become memories unique to that generation.
Nowadays, harvesters harvest and large trucks transport them directly.
In addition to transporting it there, you also have to go with a few people in the car to help.
Tian Li and the others divided themselves into teams, and together with Xu Fuqiang, there were exactly five cars.
Zhou Zheng was about to take a sample, but he was getting older, so he stopped going.
Wang Yanmei was cooking at home, while Xu Qingzhi went to Grandpa's house to pick persimmons.
When we went there, Grandpa was killing fish.
Huo Fengyan was carrying a bunch of supplements brought from Kyoto and called out: "Grandpa."
The old man raised his head and smiled: "Xiao Huo, I know you are here. I will kill a fish at noon today. Qingzhi, you will eat it at my place at noon."
"There are guests at home. Grandpa, you kill the fish and bring it over. Let's eat together at noon." Xu Qingzhi went to look at the persimmons. They were already drying in a good shape. She washed her hands, dried them, and continued to knead them.
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The old man said: "What's wrong, you think grandpa is not good at cooking?"
Xu Qingzhi also understood what grandpa was thinking, which was that he wanted to be nice to others, but he didn't know what to do, so he thought it would be good to cook a meal himself.
"Grandpa, that's not what I meant." She saw his hands full of fish scales and urged, "Wash your hands first to avoid contracting ichthyosis."
The elders told me that when killing fish, be careful not to leave fish scales on your hands for a long time, otherwise you will get ichthyosis.
It’s not ichthyosis in the traditional sense.
There was a person in the village who suffered from it before. At first, the fish scales stuck to the skin for a long time, and the skin became rotten, and then a bump grew on the back, and the bulge became bigger and bigger. The person was reluctant to spend money to go to the hospital, so he took a knife to the lump at home.
After the meat is trimmed, there is always a bulging lump in that place.
Later, Xu Qingzhi saw the man wearing short sleeves.
So the villagers paid special attention to these things and gave many instructions to their children, and Xu Qingzhi always remembered them.
Grandpa washed the fish and placed it in the stainless steel basin nearby. He washed his hands again and came over to look at the persimmons.
"It already feels like a persimmon."
Xu Qingzhi nodded, "Well, I think it will be delicious when it is made."
Grandpa didn't bother the young man, and silently went into the house to pour water. After the two of them had finished pinching the persimmons and sat down on the porch, he came out with a glass of water.
"Thank you, grandpa." Huo Fengyan said politely.
Xu Qingzhi took the cup without any courtesy and took a sip, "It's so sweet, it even has honey."
"It's the jar you sent." The old man said, remembering that there was a bag of untouched white sugar at home, "Yes, I have a bag of white sugar given by someone else. I haven't eaten it. Qingzhi
, take it back when you leave."
"Okay." Xu Qingzhi nodded.
The grandfather and grandson chatted for a while. Grandpa talked about his fishing, and Xu Qingzhi talked about the rice at home.
The sun slowly rose from the sky, and the sunlight that originally fell in the middle of the yard slowly tilted over inch by inch, and finally fell on Xu Qingzhi's feet.
"Mr. Xu, are you at home?"
From far away, a shout came.
Before anyone arrives, the sound arrives first.
After the people on the verandah looked up for seven or eight seconds, the man showed his head at the entrance of the courtyard and said, "Mr. Xu, it's great that you are at home."
He helped someone, pushed open the courtyard door, and walked in.
"My father-in-law has a snake around his waist, can you help take a look at it?"
Xu Dongru didn't recognize who the person in front of him was for a moment, so he asked directly: "Who are you?"
"I am the youngest son of Amao from the Shangwu Group."
"Oh, the younger one from Amao's family, I remember hearing from your mother that you opened a teahouse and card shop outside." Xu Dongru stood up and walked towards you, "I haven't seen you in several years, you are fat." The man scratched his head and said with a smile: "My life has been good these past few years. If I just eat but can't do anything, I will gain weight."
Xu Dongru looked at the person next to him: "Is this your father-in-law?"
"Yes, I also heard from my mother that you have a folk remedy that can cure all the snakes in my waist. You have cured all the snakes in my waist. I quickly picked up my father-in-law and came back from other provinces to look for him.
You see, he has been in the hospital several times, but he has always been in bad condition."
Xu Dongru waved her hands modestly, "I'm not that powerful. Where are I? First, lift off your clothes and let me take a look."
As he said that, the old man suddenly remembered that his granddaughter was still here.
"Wait a minute, come into the house and take a look."
The father-in-law thought that he was being polite and paying attention to his privacy, so he immediately lifted up his clothes and said, "It doesn't matter, I am a man, not a woman. Old doctor, just look at it."
Xu Dong's mood at this moment was similar to that of a sister selling men's clothing in a shopping mall who suddenly took off his shirt and changed clothes on the spot.
He silently moved some steps and blocked the way.
"Qingzhi, don't look."
The thing with the snake wrapped around his waist grows into one piece, which is disgusting and scary, but don’t scare his good granddaughter.
Xu Dongru looked at it and saw that it was all connected from the back to the front. It was too long.
He frowned, "Why not treat it as soon as possible?"
"Cure, but it doesn't work." The man shook his head and sighed.
If it worked, he wouldn't go around asking people for remedies, and would drive back specifically for treatment this time.
The father-in-law couldn't stop looking at the other person, and his heart skipped a beat, "Can this still be cured?"
Xu Dongru let go of his clothes, "You can put your clothes down now. If you can cure it, let's go inside."
He went to get three incense sticks and money paper from under the shrine.
When the father-in-law saw what he was doing, there was a hint of distrust in his eyes.