Let’s Go, Wheat

Chapter 72: 073 mix and match

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After delivering the Kitchen God on the 23rd night of the twelfth lunar month, Nanjiang Village called again at the strong request of the villagers. Preparations for the New Year have officially entered a white-hot period, and the potential home also ushered in the busiest stage of the year.

In the grocery store, Qian's grandfather went to the store again, Qian's grandmother was sitting at the base camp, and Qian Mai was promoted from the picker to the second shop at the door stall. After discussing with Qianjia Grandpa, he also launched a new year's promotion event in a small area. It was nothing more than seizing everyone’s love of petty and cheapness, and launched a series of "buy five packs, less two cents" and "buy one" during the Chinese New Year. "Box to get a bottle" promotion. The effectiveness of sales promotion and the return of funds are not a matter of potential problems, but the speed at which the goods continue to move outward is obvious to all.

Yang Yong and Qian Liqin in the back room were not idle either. In the past few days, in addition to picking up oranges, Yang Yong has sold pigs and chickens at wholesale prices. He has also cleaned up the new piglets and chickens for the coming year. Qian Liqin was ordered to rush to make new clothes for Qian Xiaomo. Yang Yong's request was that Qian Xiaomo's old clothes should be discarded before the old calendar.

The rural New Year's rules are more exquisite, and even the husband and wife are really too busy. This night, they used the lights to fight at night, regardless of whether Qianmai was backing prescriptions, and directly caught her Handing.

Tonight’s task is to clean the second floor. There are no people on the second floor of the right-hand house, and there is always a pile of food, firewood and other things. By the end of the year, all the food crops had been put into warehouses, most of the firewood stored in the summer and autumn had been burned, and some of the things laid on the ground such as potatoes, taro and oranges had also been removed. The spare parts need to be carefully sorted out. In addition, all kinds of farm utensils that are usually placed randomly and randomly, also need to be sorted and placed one by one. Qianmai is responsible for this part of the scrubbing work. But soon the couple discovered that asking the eldest daughter for help was definitely getting more and more help, and it was a complete mistake.

Hey, wheelbarrow, medium bellows, long time no see.

Yeah, guillotine. There is a guillotine in the house. I haven't noticed it before. A few yards larger is the execution tool in the costume drama.

Ah, the gorgeous spinning wheel reached out and shook it, and it creaked and turned, raising a lot of dust. Hmm, I will wash it another day, try to pull a few lines, do you have inherited the qualities of ancient women's virtuous and dexterous...

Finally, before the couple uttered a lesson, Qianmai found a piece of furniture that could be used as an existing furniture—the grand master chair.

Although a thick layer of dust has accumulated, the dignified atmosphere and the exquisite softness of the lines and stripes can't hide the grand master chair. Qianmai fell in love at a glance, and hurriedly unloaded the broken copper and rotten iron placed on it. The wavy brains, the crutch patterns carved on the backrest, armrests, and dental plates, and the folded legs and feet, just straight out. OMG, the backrest is also inlaid with round marble, and the marble pattern is faintly visible, like mountains and waters. Hahaha, it was posted, such good things were piled up in the corner and moldy, violent.

The little hand moved over and moved vigorously, and said in a heavy tone, could it be made of mahogany? Then he asked: "Mom, give me this chair. When did it come from? Why is there only one?"

Qian Liqin murmured as she sorted it out: "I really can't expect you to work hard and ask you to wipe something, but you go and turn it over more messy... I can't tell the thing, anyway, it seems to have been left like that. You Don’t you have chairs in the house? Your nest will be too crowded if you move down."

"It's okay, it's okay." Qianmai clamored for it repeatedly: "The small nest space is quite large, like the water in a sponge, there is always a crowded place." After all, no matter what else, or squatting or standing. Or leaning, I wiped the front, back, left, and right, and even the crevices clean.

Qian Liqin looked at Yang Yong and complained: "Look at your daughter, she doesn't know how to do it, but she doesn't want to do it for us at all. A broken stool, as long as she likes it, can spend such a long time without getting tired of it. Wiping and wiping, just don’t want to wipe other farm tools for us."

Latent Wheat continues to maintain its fine tradition of extensive nerves, and is cautiously rubbing more vigorously. In this compartment, Yang Yong picked up the few remaining potatoes into the dustpan, and said in a cool manner: "Wheat, we are almost cleaning the entire second floor, and you just packed up the wooden chair. That was the mill yesterday. After the tofu stone mill, I should let you wash it anyway."

"No problem." Qianmai replied: "Then you will help me move the Grand Master's chair into the room later?" After Yang Yong responded, he honestly went downstairs to wash the stone mill.

The so-called stone mill is composed of two round and stupid stones. It is a tool used by farmers to process grains such as rice, wheat, and beans into powder and pulp. Washing the stone mill, Qian Mai was very emotional, what kind of mason, and what kind of patience he used to carve two stone lumps so completely and tightly with one hammer and one hammer? The wisdom of the working people is really immeasurable. The countryside is really a crouching tiger, hiding a dragon. Maybe after rebirth, life was too leisurely. Instead, he has a patient observation of things that were common before. This has found a lot of neglect before. s things.

After a few winter winds passed, the stone mill dries quickly. Yang Yongqian Liqin and his wife came downstairs, ready to move the stone mill upstairs and put them away. Qian Mai hurriedly stopped by aloud: "Let's put it in my room."

Hearing this, Qian Liqin no longer made a fuss, but was a little bit dumbfounded: "You beggar? Move everything to your room. Stones, broken plates, broken pots, and broken wood are all stuffed under the bed. The girl is so big. I don’t know that the room will be cleaned up."

"Isn't this all for your sake? Put it in my room, and I won't have to move it up and down when I need it next year." Qianmai tears soaring, is it easy for me? I don’t have a penny in my pocket, buy it. I can’t get new ones, can’t I pick up the rags? Maybe these are quite valuable, maybe I accidentally protected the cultural relics.

In the end, the parents who hadn't stubbed their children, the stone mill was rolled back into the nest by the soft and hard foam of latent wheat. Swing upright against the wall, put it down on the ground, put it on the front, and put it on the reverse. On a whim, he went to the foot of the stairs and chose a big golden pumpkin to put it on. Haha, it just so happens that it's not too big or too small, as if the gourd mouth is facing the gourd cover.

The couple talked about it, after all they were happy to help Qian Mai to move the Grand Master's chair into the nest and put it firmly in front of the old wooden table. Qianmai looked left and right, looked up and down, how comfortable it looks, it seems that the old wooden table and the chair of the teacher should have been placed like this, and the word "classic" flashed through his mind for an instant. Didn’t someone say that no matter what kind of artistic style, no matter what kind of lifestyle, what can complement everything is classic. So I didn't brag, this "classic" was created like this.

Qian Mai was intoxicated in his thoughts, and he didn't realize that Yang Yong was already sitting on the stone-ground pumpkin, patted the pumpkin and chuckled at Qian Liqin: "The room looks like this and it seems to be very flavorful in the future. Give Xiao Mo and Xiao Hai a seat."

Qian Liqin looked around the small nest carefully after hearing the words. On the wooden lattice windows, there are light blue magpie announcement curtains, and the simple wooden bed is covered with plaid green sheets and duvets. Underneath is the daughter’s line of cleanly wiped gadgets, plus the ancient meaning of chuang head. The lush old wooden table and chair for teachers are all ready with pens, inks, papers and inkstones, and a pile of things are put together, which looks really good. Those wooden tables and chairs that were abandoned in the corner before, were put on like this, and suddenly they felt valuable. He couldn't help but nodded and said: "She's lucky, she made a mistake, it's a mashup."

Quack, the mother of the soil hat is really fashionable, and my heart is overwhelmed. It turns out that I and my mother have done a mix and match art unconsciously, what a genius.