D*mn It, Who Wants To Be With A Love Rival?

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When Lin Zhen hurried over after dinner, it happened to be their turn to get rice.

When Ji Congzhe saw that he had two snakeskin bags in his hand, he curiously asked, "Why did you bring the bags?"

Lin Zhen leaned close to his ear and spoke loudly, "Pack chaff."

"Did you bring the money?"

"I did. "

The village brigade had to pay a fee to open the machine. Lin Zhen took out ten yuan from his pocket and was about to go there to pay. The villagers working on the other side shouted to them, "Come, let me help you carry your millet. Go to the machine."

"I'll pay, you give me the money."

Lin Zhen handed the money to Ji Congzhe, then turned around and carried the basket to the machine. He and the villagers worked together to pour the rice in the basket into the rice mill. In the rice bucket of the machine, the villagers then placed the empty basket under the leaky rice, and then connected the snakeskin bag to a thick pipe next to it.

As soon as the machine was started, it started rumbling. As the rice bucket vibrated violently, the rice gurgled into the basket from below, and the snakeskin bag next to it gradually bulged.

Ji Congzhe went to the brigade accountant to pay.

"Lin Zhen's family, two baskets of millet and half a basket of corn, the processing fee is ten yuan." After the accountant reported the accounts, he took the ten yuan from Ji Congzhe and wrote it down in the ledger with a pen.

After Ji Congzhe paid the money, their corn began to be ground again. The grinding dust was so heavy that the villagers next to the grinding machine were all covered in white snow.

Lin Zhen quickly called Ji Congzhe to go outside.

The villagers who were still queuing had nothing to do, squatting on the roadside and chatting. Ji Congzhe took out the hard-boiled eggs in his pocket and peeled them, and listened to them chatting about interesting things in the village while eating.

A few people said that the busy farm work was over and they arranged to play cards and mahjong. Someone said, "Why are we still playing cards? In a few days, there will be a big opera in the village. I will listen to it even if I don't sleep at night."

Ji Congzhe turned around and asked the man, "What big opera are you singing?" "Ah?"

"There is an opera troupe in Gaoshan Village. They perform operas in the village at the end of October."

Ji Congzhe asked with a smile. "It

's so lively. People from the neighboring villages come to watch it. Every year people come to watch it." There are so many people that the ancestral hall is so crowded that I can’t even walk.”

“How many days will it take to sing?”

“

Oh...” Ji Congzhe thought thoughtfully.

Others were talking about the various small vendors who came over on the day of the opera and which old student had the best singing voice.

Lin Zhen finished grinding the rice and picked out two loads of snow-white rice. He saw Ji Congzhe leaning against the wall and was stunned, "We have finished grinding the rice and we are going back."

"Oh." Ji Congzhe came to his senses and looked behind him again. "Where's the flour?"

"The flour has been ground, but we can't pick it out in one trip. Let's go back first, and I'll come back later to pick out the others."