Chapter 57 Boil the Frog in Warm Water

Author: Seven taels of broken silver

Chapter 57 Boil the Frog in Warm Water

Ye Ning, Ye Ning is naturally joking.

The captured hen is already a mature hen. As long as it can stay at home safely, it will probably lay eggs in a few days, and their family will no longer have to go to the trouble of buying eggs.

So she mercifully spared the colorful hen.

But he tied it with a rope near the stove.

Mother's words cannot be refuted. This is what Cheng Miaomiao has learned over the years. This is family status. So I can only wrong you. Cheng Miaomiao could only squat not far away and gave it an encouraging look.

You can do it, colorful chicken, go!

Ye Ning just came back to turn over the millet and took out the picked ears of rice to dry together. After turning over, she left again and went to the fields. Before leaving, she told them not to run around.

If the elephant snake had not appeared, Cheng Miaomiao would have definitely run out into the wild.

Now she spent the whole day studying how many colors of feathers it had, while Ji Huai stayed beside her and counted them for her. Every time she determined a color, she would pluck out a few and keep them.

Apart from the shrill screams of the hens, the only thing left in the kitchen was Cheng Miaomiao's muttering:

"I have one, Auntie has one, Dad has one, Brother Ji Huai has one, Brother Ziji has one, Uncle Zeng has one...and the village chief, Aunt Lin, Brother Zhang Quan..." Almost all the people I know

Read it all once.

In the end, everyone was given a handful of brightly colored feathers.

Faced with such a strange thing, Cheng Erlang and Ye Ning did not react at all. They just praised Cheng Miaomiao over and over again. After all, they had been mentally prepared for the bizarre experience they had had on the mountain before.

This was the first time Ye Ning received a gift from her daughter.

Ji Huai was confused by this.

If he encounters such a strange thing, he will definitely become suspicious. After all, his brain is not in vain.

After thinking about it for a long time, he couldn't figure it out, and then he couldn't help but ran to ask Cheng Miaomiao.

She raised her head and looked at him in confusion, and said with confidence: "Why do my parents have to feel that something is wrong? It's my ability to catch it. They just need to believe in me."

"Uncle Zeng once said that if there is one, there are two, and there are three. If you do it more often, it won't feel strange."

Cheng Miaomiao expressed high appreciation for these remarks.

I think this is the most reasonable thing Uncle Zeng said and is worth remembering.

She tilted her head, her dark eyes flickering, and said, "Brother Ji Huai, don't you think there's nothing wrong with me?"

Ji Huai paused slightly when he heard this. He thought it was okay because he had accepted the strange things about Cheng Miaomiao many times... If he thought about it this way, Uncle Cheng and Aunt Ye should be the same as him.

He nodded in understanding.

Boiling a frog in warm water, got it.

…

Everyone is busy these days during the autumn harvest.

Busy drying rice, grinding wheat ears, and finally bagging.

Because there were only two acres of land at home, the harvest was finished quickly, and even the wheat ears picked up were packed into several baskets. Cheng Erlang took the opportunity to go back home and asked Old Man Cheng and Old Mrs. Zhao if they needed help.

As a result, people were kicked out before they even entered the house.

Cheng Erlang had no choice but to help the village chief's family cut wheat.

The village chief has helped them a lot since the separation, and he should help them due to circumstances. Although the village chief's family only has three people, there are seven or eight acres of land. With Cheng Erlang joining in, they are also busy.

It took a few days to collect it.

At this time, Ye Ning had already dried the rice and wheat at home.

When the wheat is harvested, the wheat ears are still connected to the wheat stalks. After drying, they have to be rolled back and forth with a stone mill to grind out the wheat kernels.

But there is not even a decent bed in the new home, and naturally there is no stone grinder. Cheng Erlang carried the vegetables back to Cheng's house and wanted to borrow the stone grinder at home, but he was bombarded by Mrs. Zhao again.

go out.

In the end, Ye Ning couldn't stand it anymore and took him to find the village chief.

The village chief also has a stone grinder at home, so he readily agreed to their request after learning about it. The village chief also has a fan and windmill at his home to lift dust and empty husks from wheat ears and rice, which directly saves them money.

A lot of human energy.

Therefore, Cheng Miaomiao was allowed to go along with him in this activity.

She ran to the next door, stood in front of the courtyard gate and shouted happily: "Brother Ji Huai, brother Ziji, are you going to the village chief's house? Come back quickly!"

The colorful chickens following her step by step also clucked and shouted loudly.

In the past two days, she had been running around the village with this chicken, as if it had a little tail. She was enjoying herself and did not care about the children in the village who were clamoring for such a chicken these past two days.

And how many beatings he received.

Dr. Zeng: “…”

He waved his hands distractedly and let the two children go out to play with her.

Cheng Miaomiao summoned two friends, and the three of them, plus the colorful chicken with its head held high and its chest high behind her, walked lively to the village chief's house. As soon as they reached the door, she immediately shouted:

"Brother Zhang Quan! We are coming!"

Zhang Quan was helping to sweep the wheat from the stone mill into the dustpan. He stopped when he heard the sound, turned around, and sure enough, he saw the little girl with two little ones in her hair. She waved happily to say hello.

Zhang Quan had a dull temper, so he just nodded and turned back.

Cheng Miaomiao didn't care at all. She happily took Ji Huai's hand and walked towards the stone roller.

The stone roller is cylindrical, similar to a stone mill with a hollow in the middle. A hemp rope is put on the cow to pull the stone roller to roll. They only need to wait for the wheat to be ground, sweep the wheat into the dustpan, then pour it into the fan to remove the shell, and then load it.

Just a bag.

On the top of the windmill is a quadrangular entrance, through which the wheat in the dustpan is poured. Next to it is a rocker connected to the fan. Ye Ning is responsible for rocking the rocker in circles, and finally the clean wheat comes out from the small drawer on the opposite side.

Cheng Miaomiao felt strange about everything he saw, and his eyes flickered: "Wow——"

Zeng Ziji had never seen this scene before. His eyes widened slightly and he couldn't help shouting after her: "Wow——"

"..." Ji Huai picked up a child in one hand and carried them back, "It's very dirty over there."

"I'm not afraid. I didn't take a shower when I went out this time!"

Cheng Miaomiao raised her hand, looked at Ji Huai longingly, stretched out two fingers to compare, and asked in a soft voice: "I want to help my mother-in-law, just give me a little time, I promise!"

The colorful chicken raised its head, boosting her momentum: "Cackle!"

Ji Huai ruthlessly raised his leg and kicked the cackling hen away.

He lowered his head and revealed her true intention: "You just want to play."

Cheng Miaomiao immediately lowered his head and sighed: "I have never touched a windmill in my whole life. I have lived in vain for so many years. What is the meaning of life?"

Ji Huai: "..."

Ji Huai's beautiful and delicate face was slightly distorted.

Your whole life up to now is only four and a half years old, what do you think is the point?
Chapter completed!