After returning to the village, the days that followed were relatively peaceful.
When he went home, in addition to those Mathematical Olympiad questions, Yang Jianguang also brought back a lot of food from Xinyong County, so he didn't worry about running out of food.
As for rice, every household living in rural areas has no shortage of it.
Although Yang Jianguang's family deceived his parents into going to Xinyong County last year, they still harvested a lot of rice, which was piled neatly in his parents' room.
There is a rice processing factory in the village, and the family needs to prepare some rice for the New Year. Yang Jianguang directly found the wheelbarrow mounted upside down on the wall, carried the bag of millet, put it on it, and pushed it away according to the location of the processing factory in his impression.
stand up.
Speaking of which, the wisdom of the people is really infinite. This kind of wheelbarrow is simple and labor-saving. In this era when mechanization is not common, it is an unprecedented artifact.
After a while, Yang Jianguang arrived at a rice processing factory near the edge of Yangcun.
The owner of the processing factory is called Lao Wan, who moved to their Yangcun village from other places. He was marginalized by the villagers and could only live on the edge of the village.
Later, their family scraped together money to buy a rice processing machine, which made it easier for local residents to go out to town for processing, and it was welcomed by everyone.
When Yang Jianguang walked in, the boss Lao Wan, wearing an old black short T-shirt, was lying on a recliner, half-squinting and rolling cigarettes with book pages.
Yang Jianguang glanced at it and saw that most of the Chinese language book he had picked up from somewhere beside him had been torn into pieces.
Seeing Lao Wan rolling up his cigarette, Yang Jianguang shouted.
"Uncle Wan, let me process a bag of rice."
"Hey, isn't this the son of the Dazhi family?"
Lao Wan glanced at Yang Jianguang in surprise, put the remaining cigarette powder in his hand back into his pocket, lit the cigarette again, took a nice puff, and then pointed to the machine next to him.
"You can carry the grain here and pour it in. I'll be right over."
After Yang Jianguang was done, Lao Wan slowly put down his cigarette butt and turned on the rice mill.
Amidst the noisy roar, the rice was sucked into the rice mill from the pit, and then rolled out of the machine.
Yang Jianguang was fascinated. After all, after he went out to work later, rice mills like this in the countryside became rare.
In addition, as the cost of fertilizers and seeds became more and more expensive, farming became less and less cost-effective. Chen Fang and his wife, who had been farming at home all their lives, had to give up the land they had worked hard for all their lives when they were fifty years old.
, and worked in several small factories with low requirements in Jiquan City.
The reason is that farming is not very profitable. Chen Fang and his wife have been working hard all year long, but they still can't make as much money as working in a factory for two months.
So after Yang Jianguang's job became stable, his family no longer farmed. He went directly to the supermarket to buy rice, and naturally rarely milled rice.
Just when Yang Jianguang was getting excited, Lao Wan shouted at Yang Jianguang at the top of his voice while operating the machine.
"Dazhijia boy, do you want rice bran?
Why didn't you bring a bag to put it in?"
Hearing this, Yang Jianguang was stunned for a moment and had not yet reacted. What did Lao Wan mean?
"Hey, you stupid boy, don't pretend to be rice bran when processing. If your mother finds out, she will definitely scold you."
Hearing this, Yang Jianguang slapped his head and then came to his senses.
In rural areas, processing rice is not like buying rice in the supermarket and walking away with a bag.
Due to the poor performance of small rice mills in rural areas, after the rice is machine-processed into rice, in addition to the rice, some by-products such as rice husk and some rice bran mixed with broken rice will be produced.
Rice bran is rich in protein, oil, starch, dietary fiber, etc.
Generally speaking, if you raise chickens or pigs at home, rice bran can be used instead of feed.
In rural areas, there are families who raise chickens and pigs and are willing to buy feed, so every time the rice bran is processed, it must be packed in bags and taken back.
The remaining rice husk is completely the husk of rice. There is no broken rice or rice peel inside, and it has basically no nutrition. Some elderly people in rural areas often fill their pillows with bran.
When Yang Jianguang was a child, he often heard his grandmother talk about the past. She said that conditions were harsh in the past, there was no extra food, and people often starved to death.
Some people eat rice bran when they are too hungry. As a result, they can't poop out after eating it, and their stomachs are as bulging as balls, and some people even choke to death.
After Lao Wan's reminder, Yang Jianguang realized that he had to get a bag to put the rice bran in the other person's mouth.
However, he had not returned to the countryside for processing for a long time and had long forgotten about it.
"Uncle, my father and mother have gone to work in Xinyong County. We don't have chickens or pigs at home, so we don't need rice bran, or we are too lazy to get it."
Hearing this, Lao Wan's eyes lit up.
"Dazhi's baby, do you take this seriously?"
When Yang Jianguang saw this, he was a little surprised. If he didn't want it, he wouldn't want it. Why is Lao Wan so happy?
"Of course it's true. Our family has no use for this rice bran, so we gave it to Uncle Wan."
"Okay, you better be honest."
Lao Wan had a cheerful face, and he also smiled a little more when he treated Yang Jianguang.
"Uncle Wan is not afraid to tell you the truth. Uncle Wan can sell the remaining rice bran for two or three yuan at will. Since you gave Old Uncle Wan face, Old Uncle Wan will accept it without mercy."
"But for the money processed this time, Uncle Wan won't..."
Before Lao Wan finished speaking, a sharp voice suddenly sounded from behind.
"If Dazhi's family doesn't want rice bran, it's not your turn as an outsider to get it."
Yang Jianguang looked back and suddenly felt dizzy.
The people who came were none other than the Yang Jiji mother and son whom I saw a few days ago.
Yang Jiancheng was riding the Jincheng motorcycle, with his mother sitting behind him, and a bag of rice hung on the frame. However, the roar of the motorcycle was masked by the roar of the rice mill. Yang Jianguang did not hear this.
The boy is here.
As soon as Yang basically parked the car, his mother, Aunt Wang, jumped out of the car, grabbed a bag and rushed into the processing plant, stuffed it into the rice bran outlet, and said to Lao Wan unceremoniously.
"Hurry up, we happen to have no feed for the chickens at home, fill it with rice bran for me."
"You..." Lao Wan was extremely angry. So what if he was a foreigner?
Yang Jianguang is not related to you in any way, so why should he give it to you?
But Yang was basically used to being arrogant in the village.
Lao Wan stayed alone in Yangcun, and he was a little timid towards these old ladies.
He looked expectantly at Yang Jiji, who came in with millet in his arms, and said.
"Little chicken, you can make money now. You are an adult. Come and judge for me. How can your mother just come up and grab rice bran!"
But what disappointed Lao Wan was that Yang basically had no intention of judging him.
He shoveled the grains on the ground and said confidently.
“What does robbing rice bran mean?
In terms of location, we are the neighbors next door to Yang Jianguang's house. In terms of relationship, we have been together for generations.
The things he doesn’t want belong to our family, right?”
"Also, in the bag of millet you processed for us today, in addition to the rice bran, we must pack it for us, and we must not miss a single grain of chaff!"
"If I find out that there isn't so much rice bran, you'll be doomed."