Li Jinshui suddenly appeared from Yu's mouth. Li Mujin thought for a long time before she remembered who this person was. She didn't think of the name, but from the stone mortar at the door.

There is only a one-meter-high stone mortar in front of the patriarch's house in the entire village.

Li Jinshui, probably only people as old as Yu in the village would dare to call Li Jinshui like this. If they were younger generations, especially those with the younger generation named Li in the village, would have been beaten to death long ago.

After responding, Li Mujin followed Du with peppers, dustpans, and brooms made of sorghum millet, and led Li Mufan and Xiao Hui to the door of the patriarch's house.

"Aunt Qiao, pound netg rice."

When Li Mujin and Du first arrived at the patriarch's house, Qiao was pounding rice with a stone mortar. The ones pounded were meizi, a kind of mixed grain.

The yield is small, and each household only planted some on the ground or in the ridges every year. After ripening, it can be used as a pillow core. When food is short, it can still satisfy your hunger.

"Hey, there is no food at home, so I pounded some rice and went home to eat. Last year I planted some on the beach by the river. I didn't expect the harvest to be good. Why, are you here to pulverize the dui peppers?"

When the two of them came, Qiao saw them, and thought they had something to do when they came to the patriarch's house. When he walked in, he glanced at the things they were holding, and he knew it in his heart.

"I'm going to get better, you guys wait a little longer."

After pounding these millets, they have to go home to choose again. Today she brought ten kilograms, which is now the last mortar. So seeing Du nodding, Qiao smiled at her and said something, and then the quartz in her hand was much faster unconsciously.

"Auntie, do you want to help? I'm very strong and I'll be able to finish the pounding soon."

Qiao is very thin. Seeing that she is holding such a heavy stone pestle, although the magnitude is not slow, she is particularly struggling to see her. It is almost noon and the weather is getting hot and she is sweating profusely. Li Mujin is really worried that she will accidentally fall down by the stone pestle in her hand.

Seeing this, Li Mujin put down the basket in his hand and reached out to take the stone pestle from Qiao's hand. Seeing this, Qiao was stunned for a moment. When she realized that the stone pestle in her hand had been transferred to Li Mujin's hand.

Li Mujin was indeed very strong. The stone pestle in her hand seemed to be in her hands like she didn't hold anything, and it was in the stone pestle one by one. After a while, the millet inside was almost threshed.

Qiao reached out and grabbed a handful of the millet particles spread in her hand. It would be fine if it was removed, but there was almost no damage. This technique was really amazing.

"Xiao Jin, you are so awesome!"

After living for so many years, this is the first time I have seen someone take off the millet like this. Qiao looked at Li Mujin strangely and praised.

After hearing her praise, Li Mujin just smiled faintly and did not reply. Seeing this, Qiao did not waste time. He quickly picked up the broom and swept out the millet shells and millet particles in the stone mortar.

Sweep into the dustpan, then pour it into the black cloth bag, and pick up the small bag of millet. Qiao looked at Li Mujin and Du, "Okay, I'll leave first, you can slowly pellet the pellet. When the pellet is finished, don't forget to send the stone pellet to Aunt Wu back."

The stone mortar belongs to the clan leader’s family, so the stone mortar belongs to their family. In order to prevent the stone mortar from being stolen or lost, anyone who has used it must return it back.

Originally, Qiao should have said to Aunt Wu, but she believed in Du and Li Mujin's character, reminded them, and when they saw that they agreed, she left with a bag.
Chapter completed!