"I must be crazy!" She repeated in her heart, muttering this sentence.

Next to me, Zhu Bamei hasn't come to sleep yet.

The dawn light poured in from the gaps in the window, sprinkled over and shone on her side face.

She slept soundly, and seemed to have some dreams. She smashed her mouth and hugged Ye Yuran even tighter.

Ye Yuran felt the arms and legs on his waist, and seemed to understand that he had such a dream last night - it must have been caused by Zhu Bamei. Before going to bed, he called out "Young Master Gan" and still hugged himself like this. How could he not dream?

Another point is that as a veteran, the couple's life between the original owner and Old Man Zhu must be quite "harmonious", and this body has also been "tuned/teached" to be very mature.

Maybe before she traveled over, the original owner and Old Man Zhu still had a little married life from time to time. As a result, after she traveled over, she made an excuse to separate a room with Old Man Zhu to sleep.

So, is she thinking about it?

It is natural for husband and wife to be loyal.

There was nothing at all, but how could she be interested in an old man?!

When she traveled through time, although she was already a single woman at an older age, she was only in her early thirties, and compared with the original owner, she was really much younger.

A man in his thirties is almost the same, a bad old man...

Ye Yuran thought about it and let it go. She would rather be "hungry" than just swallow it whole and just slap it.

Alas... I took away all the people around me, and it seemed that Mr. Gan had a little imagination space. No wonder she would put Gan Yixian's face into it when she had such a dream.

I don’t know if I will feel embarrassed when I see him next time?

When Ye Yuran got up from the bed, several daughters-in-law also got up and each started to work hard.

After breakfast, men went to the fields to harvest rice, while women continued to be responsible for "threshing".

Although Ye Yuran came up with a good idea to use square dots to represent the hammer, she had no choice but to dry the millet.

The ground in ancient times was not like that in modern times, and there were cement or something. The whole mud floor was so rich that they could lay bluestone slabs. How could farmers like them afford it?

But the grain cannot be dried on the mud, right?

Therefore, the wisdom of the ancients came into play at this time - the mat.

Paint mats in the yard, spread the grains on them, push them away thinly, and then use bamboo nails like "claws" to "grab" them a few times, collecting the broken branches and leaves that fall on them and cleaning them.

At this time, the children are often surrounded by the house and given them a bamboo pole to drive away the birds who come to steal food.

If a child is really unhappy, he must take action and keep it by himself.

The food you have worked so hard to make cannot be eaten by the sparrows, right?

Dabao, Erbao was very sensible. Seeing that the family started drying millet, he did not go out with Zhu Qi again, one big and two small, guarding the yard.

Although it was a bit boring, they studied each other's "questions" and enjoyed themselves from addition and subtraction to reciting the next sentence. Not only that, Dabao seemed to come up with a good idea, found a dustpan and supported it underneath it with a bamboo pole, trying to catch a bird.

Ye Yuran pretended that children were stealing their own food and catching birds, but just secretly observed whether they could catch them.

This is the matter of comparing endurance and observation with birds. If you don’t have their eyesight and agile movements, it is very likely that the bird will hear the movement and run away before the dustpan has fallen.

"Puchi..." Zhu Bamei covered her mouth and laughed, and secretly said to Ye Yuran, "Mom, do you think they are stupid? The bird doesn't pull it when it goes in, but it's strange that it can catch it."

Ye Yuran glanced at her: "Do you think you are smarter than birds? If they are so easy to catch, they will be extinct long ago."

Dabao and Xiaobao were of course pulled after the sparrows entered the dustpan, but they were reluctant to let the birds eat for a while. They pulled it too quickly and were already alert to the fact that the birds were still within the safe range, so they naturally escaped quickly.

"Then you still ask them to arrest him?" Zhu Bamei was puzzled.

"If a child is not a little naughty, then will he be a child?" Ye Yuran said, "Besides, do you think catching sparrows is so simple? Intelligence, eyesight, patience, judgment, hand strength, everything must be coordinated. If it is a little worse, it will fly away. It's nothing to let them play with it, it's nothing. The farmer's children have never played catching birds, or are they a farmer's children?"

Zhu Bamei stuck out her tongue: "In previous years, you didn't let them play."

"That was in previous years, and they are old now." Ye Yuran refused to admit that the reason why the original owner did not let Dabao play was because he was afraid of "wasteing" food.

But she thinks, how much can it be wasted?

Could it be that when the millet grows on the rice, no birds will steal it?

But compared to using a dustpan, Ye Yuran felt that there might be a better way to catch birds, such as - medicine.

"Bao," Ye Yuran shouted to the other side.

"Hey, my damn, I'll come right away." Dabao quickly got up from the ground and ran over without even slapping the gray.

"Paipa, it's all gray."

Dabao quickly patted: "Milk, I've patted it."

"Do you think you can catch sparrows like that?" Ye Yuran pulled the bench next to him and asked.

"I don't know." Dabao scratched his head, "It feels quite difficult."

Dabao had heard from his friends about catching sparrows, but unfortunately his breasts never let him fuck him. Unexpectedly, this year he actually offered to ask him to catch sparrows, which made him so happy.

He quickly recalled how his friend caught it. After finding all the tools, he started working with Uncle Qi and his second brother.

However, after a while, a handful of millet wasted, and even a sparrow was not caught.

Dabao, who wanted to stretch his hand, was naturally a little anxious. Now when the breastfeed asked, he was even more panicked. He just wanted to guarantee him that he breastfeeding - breastfeeding, I will definitely catch it. Please let me catch it again.

"Do you think you can use anything else to catch sparrows besides using a dustpan?" Ye Yuran asked in guidance.

Dabao thought for a while: "Baoka?"

Ye Yuran: “…”

Dabao also knew that he had guessed something wrong, so he quickly reported a lot of things similar to dustpans.

Zhu Bamei next to her heard this and smiled "giggled".

Dabao didn't dare to blame his aunt for laughing at him. He just blushed with embarrassment and asked Ye Yuran if he didn't guess correctly?

"It's not that it's completely unrelated. What you said is all methods, but it's just one of them. What grandma wants to say is not this mechanical method. You haven't thought about wiping out the millet, letting them fall there after eating, and letting you pick it up?"

"Will you pick it up for nothing?" Dabao widened his eyes and said in disbelief, "My, how can such a good thing be in this world?"
Chapter completed!