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Chapter 80

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    How many skills does a person have to learn in his life to be enough to support himself?  People say that there are too many skills to overwhelm you, and the teenage Chen Yao doesn't understand what the skills here are.  In her cognition, magic tricks or acrobatics should be regarded as skills.  She doesn't know that what her mother Yang Yi is teaching herself is also a skill, because the hardships of life cover up the essence of education, and she just thinks that what she is doing is what she is forced to do in order to survive.  In fact, many rural people don't know how many skills they already have in order to survive. Those survival skills are all daily exercises under the oppression of life. They have become accustomed to it, so they don't have much joy in mastering new skills.  On the contrary, because of this, I am full of more grievances because I need to do one more labor in the future.

    "Put four scoops of noodles, then put that small bag of Angel's yeast, half a bag is enough, then knead the noodles with warm water, put it in a warm place on the kang, and cover it with a cotton coat." Yang Yi narrated carefully  Various processes of kneading dough, while anxiously packing up the hoes and clothes for going to the field.  Because Li Changqing has been busy with work this year, he can only go to the fields to gather crops sooner or later, but this year there is still a lot of rain. If the grass weeded yesterday is not thrown on the road, it will grow again the next day.  The abundance of rain has made the weeds grow faster than Yang Yi could have imagined, because her old rheumatism has caused her to rest at home for a few days. When I went to the field yesterday, the grass in the peanut field almost drowned the peanuts.  The grass in the cornfield has also begun to show signs of seeding, and she must start to work faster.

    Chen Yao originally asked to go to the fields with her mother, but both sisters said that they had homework to be done, and it was the critical junior high school period. Yang Yi did not arrange anything for the two of them, but gave Chen Yao the cooking.  Yao.  Chen Yao had no choice but to obey Yang Yi's arrangement.

    She found a basin according to Yang Yi's instructions, then scooped up noodles, put yeast, and prepared water.  Slowly put the warm water into the basin, and began to stir it with her thin hands.  The flour turned from powder into small pieces of connected noodles under the action of water, and then she kneaded it into a slightly larger dough and expanded it little by little.  Because she was afraid of being scolded by Yang Yi if she didn't do well, she was full of caution in every movement, for fear that she would mix the ratio of noodles and water unevenly and make the lump of noodles unbearable.  But fear always brings out the worst.  Because her hands were covered with noodles, she dipped them in the water as Yang Yi usually did, and then pressed her wet hands into the noodles.  The noodles did drop a lot from the hands, but the noodles were also diluted a lot.  Fear and strong self-esteem drove her not to ask her two sisters for help, but to pour in the remaining noodles from the noodle scoop by herself, but because she soaked too much water when she was in the water, the noodle scoop  There was simply not enough leftover noodles.  She quietly went to get some more.  She kneaded the dough hard, hoping to make up for it, so that the dry noodles that were put in later could be well blended in.  Yang Yi said that if you knead the dough hard, the dough will become softer.  Finally, she carefully made the lump of noodles so that at least it looked normal. She carefully took the lid of the aluminum pot and covered it with a cotton coat and put it on the hottest place on the kang, waiting for it to cool down.  Fermentation under the action of yeast.

    Waiting is always the most tormenting thing in the world.  The waiting process used to be full of hope, but it turned into torture more because of fear.

    She was always envious of her third sister, Chen Piao. Since she was a child, she would always be praised by her mother no matter what she did.  How much she wanted to be recognized by her mother, but she could only hope.  Yang Yi seems to be dissatisfied with every job she does. Although she does a lot, she has never heard her mother praise her.  So, in order to get compliments, she will always do more than mom asks.

    Chen Yao found potatoes, which are now a dish that the family eats almost every day.  Although it is summer now, the vegetables Yang Yi grows are working hard to bear fruit, and they are working hard to enrich the table for this not-so-rich family, but because of the continuous rain these days, the vegetables grow much slower.  Potatoes, cheap and delicious.  Everyone in the family loves to eat, so this is the best choice for them.  She used the big head of the chopsticks to peel off the potato skin little by little, and her hands hurt from peeling, but she was still happy to think that she might get her mother's praise.

    Yang Yi finally rushed home exhausted at noon at twelve o'clock. Exhaustion made people's emotions on the verge of collapse at any time, and any slight unsatisfactory feeling could lead to an uncontrollable emotional outburst.  She opened the washbasin under the coat, and the noodles were not fermented well, and they were lumpy.

    "You've grown so big that you can't even do such a little job. I can't tell you how to knead the noodles. Have you grown your head?" Faced with this pot of unfermented noodles, Yang Yi, who was tired and exposed to the sun, broke out in an instant.  .  Chen Yao, who was still foolishly looking forward to being praised by her mother, stood by the water basin at a loss, her eyes filled with tears, but she didn't say anything.?Dare to shed it, because she knows too well that Yang Yi hates them crying, and if she cries, she will be scolded more severely.

    Chen Piao heard that her mother's voice was wrong, so she quickly put away her homework to help.  She took out the noodles, kneaded them on the board, cut them into buns, and steamed them into the pot.  During the whole process, Chen Yao just handled her potatoes silently, not daring to breathe.

    "The steamed buns are cut well, but the noodles are not good." Yang Yi praised Chen Piao's steamed buns while eating.  And Chen Yao felt that her fried potatoes were delicious, but in the end she didn't wait for a compliment from her mother until the end of lunch.

    Human suffering comes from comparison. She is a child eager to be praised. In the process of continuous education, she already has her own judgment and reasoning ability, and therefore is undergoing various sensitive changes in the heart of youth.  It's just that this change has also been ignored in the endless toil of physical labor.

    After lunch, Chen Yao quickly cleaned up the dishes, waited for her mother to confirm the rest room, and then went to another room.  She chose a position close to the wall, and then wept silently facing the wall.  No matter how big the expectations are, the disappointment in the end is often several times larger than the expected disappointment.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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