The next day, Lin Anan didn't have time to listen to Zhao Jing's story.
He could only do it occasionally.
Most of it was real life.
The new rice that their family had collected yesterday had been dried in the sun for a whole day. Zhao Xianwu's family had volunteered to help look after it and had also collected it for them.
Lin Anan was also going to help everyone watch over the place today.
At the same time, their rice had dried and was about to be shelled.
The rice grains were still in the basket after they were collected yesterday.
Lin Anan moved the two wicker baskets to a nearby place and then used a carrying pole to thread the rope on the wicker baskets.
"One, two, rise!"
After the little girl was done, she even gave herself a slogan.
She picked up two wicker baskets from the ground. The two wicker baskets were about the same length as her small body.
Lin Anan grabbed the rope of the basket and said to Zhao Jing,""Husband, I'm going to the sunning field to shed my shell.”
"There's porridge in the pot. If you're hungry, have some first.”
Lin Anan said and wanted to leave.
"Anan, wait a minute." Zhao Jing stopped her.”
Lin Anan looked at him in confusion.
Zhao Jing took the basket off her shoulder and took the pole from her.
"I'll help you pick them."
"No need, I can pick!" Lin Anan said quickly.”
"I'm very strong!"
Zhao Jing ignored her protest and repeated simply,""I'll pick it."
He imitated Lin Anan and picked up two wicker baskets.
To his surprise, he felt that it was effortless.
After picking up the two wicker baskets, he naturally straightened his back.
There was still not much weight on his shoulders.
When he carried the little girl earlier, he felt that the little girl was as light as a feather.
Now, he was carrying two loads of rice, and he was also floating?
This was really strange.
Could it be that his transmigration had increased his strength in addition to his sharp hearing and photographic memory?
Zhao Jing felt happy when he thought of this.
After all, the ancient times were not very peaceful.
a single force can subdue ten.
Even if he was a scholar without any martial arts, he could be considered to have the skills to save his life and protect the people important to him in ancient times.
"Husband, let me do it."
Seeing that Zhao Jing was almost out of the door with the basket, Lin Anan hurried to catch up with him.
She chased after him and saw that her husband was very happy.
She had no choice but to close the door and catch up with Zhao Jing again.
Zhao Jing carried two loads of grain and did not see many people along the way.
At this time, everyone was busy harvesting crops. The village only occasionally saw some little wimps playing by themselves.
Soon, they arrived at the sunning ground.
In the village, there was a very flat open space in front of the big locust tree. There was a lot of grain being dried.
There were also some wooden sticks placed in the middle to separate the grain from each family.
A few kids were playing at the side, occasionally holding wooden sticks to chase away the birds that came down to steal food.
Beside the empty space, there was a straw shed under the big locust tree.
In the straw shed, there was a very old rice huller.
Beside the rice huller, an aunt was pounding the rice in the stone mortar with a wooden pestle.
Zhao Jing directly carried two loads of rice into the straw shed.
Lin Anan tiptoed and wiped Zhao Jing's sweat with her sleeve.
Zhao Jing also lowered his head slightly.
"Thank you, Anan." Zhao Jing said in a deep voice after he finished wiping.”
Lin Anan's little earlobes turned red again.
They were still outside!
Her big eyes rolled to the side as she tried to cover it up and said,"I, I'm going to start working."
When the woman saw the young couple, she greeted them warmly.
"The young couple is really loving."
"Little Jing is also here to help?"
Zhao Jing smiled and said," I don't have much grain at home. Hurry up and get it ready so that the family behind me can come quickly."”
The aunt also smiled and said,"You're always thinking about us."”
"But even if you don't come, your Anan will come very soon.”
"Aunty said that her hands and feet are really too nimble.”
Lin Anan smiled sweetly and raised her voice slightly.
"Aunt Ah Chun works faster."
Aunt Ah Chun smiled, but her hands did not stop moving.
After exchanging pleasantries for a while, Lin Anan quickly rolled up her sleeves and began to shell the grains.
Because their family had little food, they harvested it earlier.
They were also considered a group of people who had shed their shells earlier.
The others were harvesting the grains while drying them. When they were done harvesting and drying them, they would go and molt them.
The dried grains were poured in from the funnel in the middle. Lin Anan stood at the side, grabbed the handle of the husker, and began to husk the rice.
Although the sun couldn't reach here, the weather was too hot.
Zhao Jing saw that Lin Anan's forehead was covered in sweat after working for a while.
A thin layer of light yellow brown rice with bran had also gathered at the bottom of the husker.
After working for a while, Lin Anan turned around and saw that her husband was still watching from the side.
She couldn't help but advise,"Husband, it's too hot outside. You should go back first."?”
Ah Chun, who was beside Lin Anan, was also sweating profusely. Hearing Lin Anan's words, he agreed,""Yes, Little Jing, you should go home.”
"Otherwise, you'll get sick from the sun outside."
"Aunt, I'm just curious about this stone mill." Zhao Jing smiled.”
"Isn't there a stone mill here? Aunt, why do you still want to pound rice?"
The aunt smiled and said,"The huskers only take out brown rice."”
"My little grandson is still young and can't eat brown rice.”
"Auntie is making some porridge for him.”
Zhao Jing looked at the grain in the stone mortar that had half of its bran removed and quickly understood the steps involved.
After the rice was collected and dried, the impurities were first removed, and then the husking machine was used to remove the husks.
All that was peeled off was brown rice.
It was covered with a layer of wheat bran.
This wheat bran was very difficult to cook until it was soft. It would scratch the throat when eaten.
Ever since Zhao Jing transmigrated, he had been eating polished rice given by his uncle's family.
However, he also knew that most farmers in ancient times ate brown rice.
White rice was usually left for children or scholars at home.
To turn this brown rice into polished rice, it had to be pounded in a stone mortar.
Finally, he raised his shell.
With this complicated process, it was estimated that only a little bit of polished rice could be pounded in a day.
Not only was it time-consuming and laborious, but the polished rice that was produced was also mixed with a lot of brown rice.
They had to be specially selected.
Zhao Jing looked at the two of them and a model of a machine suddenly flashed across his mind.
When he was young, he had also spent some time in the countryside.
He had seen those small rice grinders used by the villagers.
When used, it could be used to directly shell the rice and make it into polished rice.
It could completely save the tedious time of pounding rice.
He only needed to put the rice in a few more times and he would be able to get fine rice of good quality.
He should be able to figure out the general principle.
Although there was no electricity here, water power was relatively clumsy.
However, Zhao Jing had a general idea of a way to save energy.
"Anan, you go ahead. I'll go back and deal with something.”
After saying that, Zhao Jing left in a hurry.
"Yes, husband, remember to drink some water when you go back."
Before Lin Anan could finish her sentence, Zhao Jing's back had already disappeared.
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