The days passed unconsciously, and the ground in Yushu Village was covered with dead leaves.

In the yard, Yun Xiaotang was sweeping the fallen leaves on the ground with a broom.

The broom in his hand was handmade from the broom grass that Zhao Xueer pulled from the back hill. It made a "swishing" sound when it was swept on the ground.

As soon as the fallen leaves were swept together and piled under the tree, a biting north wind blew, and the dead leaves fell from the tree, swirled in the air, and fell down again.

Zhao Xueer picked up a dead leaf from her sister's head and said, "Let me sweep it up."

Taking the broom from her sister, she swept up another pile of dead leaves.

Zhao Tianer came over with a sack and put the dead leaves into the bag with Yun Xiaotang. There was more firewood at home.

After more than ten days of drying, the corn cobs hung under the eaves became even more dazzling.

The bright orange adds a touch of color to the desolate late autumn.

Zhao Xueer pinched the hanging corn cobs and made sure they were dry, then it was time to peel the corn kernels.

"Chun'er, Tian'er, bring over the bamboo basket."

Zhao Xueer took off a bunch of corn cobs and held it in her hand, and said.

"Hey, that's good."

Yun Xiaotang quickly went to the kitchen to get a bamboo basket and placed it next to her sister.

The strings of corn were taken down and put into bamboo baskets. The eaves suddenly became empty, which was strange.

"This corn looks good," Dou Hongxia said as she walked out of the house.

"Isn't that right? The cornmeal is so plump that the ground cornmeal is probably better."

Zhao Xueer responded with a smile while taking the bamboo plaque.

Before it was time to start work, everyone sat in a circle, each person holding a corn cob in his hand and began to break the corn kernels.

This sun-dried corn is really easy to peel, it’s particularly smooth.

Yun Xiaotang grabbed the corn cob with one hand and held the corn kernels with the other hand. The corn kernels fell down one by one and hit the bamboo plaque, giving her an unusual sense of satisfaction.

There were more and more corn kernels in the bamboo plaque, and soon they piled up. The clean corn cobs also piled up into a small bulge.

After all the corn kernels were peeled, Zhao Xueer clapped her hands and stood up, hammering her legs that had been curled up.

Looking at the corn kernels in the bamboo plaque, she had an idea.

She wanted to make some popcorn for some children.

In her previous life, she had seen popcorn vendors many times in Beijing.

Put the corn kernels into the dark barrel-like machine, pull the valve, and pop the popcorn.

People waiting to buy will laugh happily, and children will dance.

At that time, when young people asked their partner to go to the movies, they would buy a bag of popcorn. The popcorn was packed in a paper bag, held in their hands, and eaten while watching the movie, which made their partner very happy.

Today, she doesn't have a popcorn-making machine, but she can do it another way.

After all, I can get some food and give the children at home a toothpaste.

After having this idea in her mind, she specially took out a small bag of shucked corn and used it as raw material for making popcorn. The rest was prepared to be ground into cornmeal.

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At noon on the second day, after returning home from work and having lunch, Zhao Xueer started to make popcorn.

He picked up the big pot, washed it, and then splashed the water in the courtyard and seeped into the soil.

Putting the pot back on the stove, when white steam came out of the pot and the pot was hot, she took out the soybean oil that could be seen at the bottom, dropped a few drops into the pot, then threw the corn kernels into the pot and stir-fried.

Originally, I should have added some sugar and stir-fried sugar flowers to coat the corn kernels.

Unfortunately, there is no candy at home.

The fire is getting hotter and hotter, and the temperature in the pot is getting higher and higher. One or two corn kernels have exploded, making a "pop-pop" sound.

Zhao Xueer stir-fried a few more times and put the lid on the pot to prevent the exploded corn kernels from jumping out.

In the pot, corn kernels continued to explode and hit the lid of the pot, making sounds one after another, which sounded very lively.

After standing by for a while, she was worried that the popcorn would stick to the bottom of the pot, so she was ready to lift the lid and take a look.

As soon as she opened the lid, a popcorn jumped out of the pot, hit her in the face, and then fell on the stove.

"Yeah, the popcorn popped."

At the door of the kitchen, Yun Xiaotang, who was like a doorkeeper, once again screamed. This voice sounded quite cheerful.

"Sister, I can smell the fragrance."

Zhao Tian'er, who was squatting at the door with Yun Xiaotang, nodded.

Zhao Xueer glanced at them helplessly, quickly put the lid back on the pot, twisted the popcorn on the stove and put it into her mouth to taste it.

Well, although there is no sugar, the taste is still crispy.

It seems that the popcorn was successfully made.

She gently picked up the pot lid again, but didn't lift it completely. She took the spatula and stirred it in the pot a few times.

When it was almost done, she put out the fire, took the popcorn out of the pot and put it on a plate.

Popcorn is squeezed into the plate one by one, and the flowers pop out one after another.

Yun Xiaotang took one and put it in her mouth. Even though she was missing a front tooth, she still ate it happily.

So fragrant.

Zhao Tian'er hadn't eaten popcorn yet, so she narrowed her eyes happily.

Even the little deciduous teeth in Xiaoping's mouth can be chewed and crunched.

Before starting work, Yun Xiaotang also put a handful of popcorn in his pocket to eat while tending the cows.

When she arrived at work, she couldn't wait to share the popcorn made by her sister with her friend Wang Dongmei.

"Dongmei, try the popcorn made by my sister. Is it delicious? Isn't my sister very good?"

Her tone was extremely proud, just waiting for Dongmei to praise her.

Wang Dongmei lived up to her expectations and praised her while eating the popcorn in her hand.

"Chun'er, your sister is really capable. When you have time, can you ask sister Xue'er to teach my grandma how to make this? I'll ask my grandma to learn how to do it too."

Yun Xiaotang nodded, and the two happily made an agreement.

At this time, Zhou Nanyue passed by them and was about to go to his team's land.

Yun Xiaotang blinked, looked at him, then looked down at the cloth bag in his hand, shaking it.

There's not much popcorn left.

Finally, she divided some more between her brother and Dongmei, then tightened the mouth of the cloth bag and got up to find the savior.

"Brother, please stretch out your hands and close them together."

Hearing the child's voice, Zhou Nanyue hesitated for a moment, and finally stretched out his hand.

Yun Xiaotang noticed that there were thick calluses on his palms.

After a pause, she opened her bag and poured the popcorn inside into his hand, holding it just right with both hands.

"My sister made popcorn, brother, please try it." Yun Xiaotang grinned.

Zhou Nanyue saw at a glance that she had a missing upper tooth, and a smile appeared in her eyes.

"good."

The voice is extremely low, and although the voice is childish, it is exceptionally clear.

Yun Xiaotang seemed to hear him, but she didn't seem to hear him.

The wind blew and the sound disappeared in the wind.
Chapter completed!