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Chapter 17 Bloody Wheat

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    After pouring the water, his hands trembled slightly due to lack of strength.  At this time, I really realized the hard work of my grandfather every day.  I was so tired that I carried such a small amount of water. Grandpa had to carry more than ten buckets back and forth every day. You can imagine how tired it is.

    I can't admit defeat!  He rubbed his arms alternately with his left and right hands, lifted the empty bucket, and came to the mouth of the well again.

    "Grandpa, I've finished pouring the water." Handing the empty bucket to Grandpa, he took a half step back.

    "Look, I told you that you are too young to carry water, but you still don't believe me, go and play with your sister, and I will carry water." Grandpa took the bucket and continued to carry water.

    I walked away silently, afraid of blocking the way for grandpa to carry water.

    "Ren Tao, your grandpa and I went to Zhangjiafeng to make a living. You have to be obedient in the house and take care of your sister." Grandpa and grandma went out again after explaining 2 sentences.

    I played marbles with my sister for a while, and I felt that the whole person was not energetic, maybe it was because of the weather.

    The younger sister has already fallen asleep on the sofa, don't worry about her, she won't catch a cold in this weather.  I put the marbles in a bottle and blow them towards Zhangjiafeng.  It's only lively when there are many people, what's the point of playing alone.

    At noon, neither father nor grandma came out to continue working here, only grandpa and grandma were there.

    "Where's your sister?" Grandma couldn't help asking when she saw me coming alone.

    "She fell asleep on the sofa. When I came out, I closed the door of the main room and waited for her to sleep"

    Grandma has already dug some sweet potatoes and piled them aside.  Walking to the side of the sweet potato pile, I looked carefully, and found that there were no particularly large sweet potatoes, and suddenly lost interest.

    "Grandma, have you dug up a bigger sweet potato?" I asked tentatively.

    "No, it's all this small ones." After finishing speaking, grandma threw two more thumb-sized sweet potatoes over. Sure enough, the one I dug up was the biggest one.

    Grandma continued to dig the sweet potatoes that hadn't been dug in the morning, while grandpa planted wheat in the back.

    Grandpa first used a hoe to dig up the large pieces of soil, then paved them flat, then dug small holes one by one with a bean pestle, threw the wheat into the small holes, and covered the soil.  The power is gone, slowly waiting for the wheat to germinate.

    "Ren Tao, come and help me grow wheat." Grandpa held the bean pestle with both hands and was pestering the hole.

    "Okay, right away", I threw away the sweet potato in my hand and came to grandpa.  "How much wheat can be put in a hole?"

    "Just put about 10 grains, not too many and not too little." Grandpa grabbed a handful of wheat and quickly threw it into the nearest holes, and he also gave me a demonstration by the way.

    Following my example, I also grabbed a handful of wheat and opened my fingers slightly so that the wheat could leak into the hole through the fingers.

    "Ah! I lost too much! I let go, and dozens of wheat almost filled the bottom of the hole." My heart tightened, and I quickly covered the hole with my hand, and threw the wheat in the other hand back into my pocket first, and hurriedly  He dug out the excess wheat in the hole with his hands, and when Grandpa wasn't paying attention, he quickly scattered them and threw them into several holes next to him, and he breathed a sigh of relief.  Then fill the holes with soil as if nothing had happened.

    All the holes have been dug in the flat land in front of me. Grandpa told me to sprinkle wheat in every hole, so as not to miss it, and then I started digging with a hoe.

    I slowly found the trick. When the finger gap was opened, it was opened a little smaller, and then quickly closed, so that too much wheat would not leak into it.  Sure enough, practice is the best teacher.

    In ten minutes, all the holes were filled with wheat and covered with soil.  Grandpa is still digging ahead, and it feels like it will take a long time to finish digging.

    I can't stop and wait. When I saw my grandfather using a bean pestle in the morning, it was very easy. Why don't I try to pestle two holes myself?  Wouldn't this help more quickly and more?  right!  Just do it!

    I picked up the bean pestle and carefully recalled how my grandfather operated it in the morning.  After imitating the operation skills several times in my mind, I lifted the bean pestle for the first time.

    Stand it up with both hands, lift it up a little, press down hard, and then lift the bean pestle, and you're done!  It's still very simple, I praised myself in my heart.  However, it seems that the hole is very shallow, which may be due to the lack of lifting height and weak strength.  I dropped a few grains of wheat, but it didn't feel very good.

    So, I raised the bean pestle a little, aimed it at the hole just now, and pestered it down hard.

    "Hiss!" It's over, I've been tricked!  pain!  The pain that was close to fainting quickly spread from the thumb of the right foot to the whole body, and a large amount of blood flowed out from the nail cover in an instant, and the whole thumb was dyed red in the blink of an eye.Along the opening of the hole, dripping onto the wheat, dozens of grains of wheat were covered with bright red blood.

    During the fall of the bean pestle, I didn¡¯t hold it firmly, and it was sideways. The sharp point was directly aimed at my left thumb, and the pestle was bleeding!  Don't stick your thumbs off!

    There was a lot of blood, and the wheat was covered with bright red blood.  I hurriedly dropped the bean pestle and moved my toes lightly, for fear that the thumb at the wound would be severed. The scene was unimaginable!  Fortunately, the thumb is still connected, and there is no flesh and blood flying around, and a horrible picture like bones appears.

    I took a few steps back, found grandma's back sling, hid in the back sling and sat down, taking a rest first.  I also really admire myself, this can also hurt myself by mistake, it is simply too unprofessional.  However, I was strong enough not to cry.

    Just sitting in the back sling, watching the blood flow out of the thumb, and then dripping onto the soil and wheat. Slowly, the pain disappeared, but the toes felt numb and icy.

    "Ren Tao, what are you doing sitting on the sling? I'm tired." Grandpa finished digging the ground, put down the hoe, and was about to come over and use the bean pestle.

    "Oh, you messed around, so much blood is bleeding, whether it hurts or not, why don't you tell me?" It was the first time I saw my grandpa so anxious.

    "What's up, old man?" Grandma dropped the hoe and ran over immediately.

    "It doesn't hurt, it's just that I accidentally hit my thumb with a bean pestle." I pointed to my left foot and said to my grandfather.

    "I told you not to touch the bean pestle, but you didn't listen. Get up, hurry up, and I'll take you back to get some Yunnan Baiyao to stop the bleeding." Grandpa helped me up and carefully inspected the wound on my foot.

    "The bastard is so fierce, did you hurt any bones, hurry up, you carry him back, hurry up," grandma also said anxiously.

    "I didn't hurt the bones, but I don't know if the nails can be kept. I'll go back and talk about it"

    Without further ado, grandpa squatted down and approached me. Grandma helped me onto grandpa's back from the side, and followed to go home.  For the first time, I deeply felt Grandpa's concern.  Thin grandfather, I carry dozens of pounds on my back, but I can still walk fast.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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