Chapter 310 The sense of ritual in life
When the oxcart arrives at the door of the house, the new grains are first taken out and placed on the wall inside the door. It is no longer their turn to dry them today, so they will be put away first and then spread out to dry them when the sun comes out early tomorrow morning.
The sunbaked items were put away on the mat, and the busy day was not over until the last trace of light in the sky disappeared.
Qin Yao's body was sticky and itchy, and she just wanted to take a quick bath.
Awang went to boil water, and Liu Ji ran to the foot of the mountain to call the four crazy children home, and took the money box back from the water mill on the way.
The water mill has not stopped in the past few days, and every household can't wait to get a jar of new rice to taste it.
The village chief saw this situation and had already discussed with the clan leader to raise funds in the village to build a large mill similar to the one in Xiahe Village for the use of each family.
Qin Yao walked towards the little girl with the soap, and a large handful of purple and white wild flowers was handed to her by Siniang who stood on tiptoes, "Smell it, it smells delicious~"
The Dalang brother and sister, who couldn't go to school because of the heavy rain, were sitting in a row at the door of the hall. They held their chins and looked at the gurgling drainage ditch in the yard. Their eyes were spinning, and they wanted to tread water.
Liu Jigang washed his face with cold water and was about to sit down and rest for a while. He didn't really want to move, so he caught Erlang who ran out to wash his muddy feet and said, "Go and bring the broken pottery dish to your mother-in-law."
Qin Yao took a sip and found it really fragrant.
Liu Ji cursed and led the four children who had rolled in the mud back home. As soon as Dalang and Erlang entered the door, they ran towards Qin Yao, picked up their own fish baskets and showed her today's trophies.
Dalang came out of the kitchen with the remaining small crabs picked by Awang. He planned to keep these small crabs in water overnight and fry them for snacks at noon tomorrow.
God seems to have heard people's prayers, and this year's rain came just in time.
Turning her head and looking into the small room next door, the lady was checking the eldest man's homework over the past two months and didn't notice it.
The refugees on the road construction team were finally able to take advantage of the rain and stop to rest for two days.
Si Niang let out a cry, immediately ran into her room, took out some clean clothes, and stuck them behind Qin Yao's buttocks, asking to take a bath together.
Qin Yao thought to herself that she couldn't tell that Awang was still a master of perfumery, and she was even more looking forward to today's bath.
Looking at the soap in her hand, Qin Yao looked towards the water tank and said, "Go and get the pottery dish that you kneaded yesterday."
Thank God for giving her a new life. May the weather be smooth and the country and the people be safe.
Qin Yao remembered that the soap she and Awang made last month had been hiding in the attic in the backyard. It should be ready for use now.
From a distance, you can see the white smoke coming out of the factory at the entrance of the village, and the cowherd boy wearing a raincoat and a bamboo hat.
Qin Yao asked him to help with the whetstone at his feet and smoothed the sharp edges of the pottery dish. Then he put in the soap and took a small handful of purple and white flowers carefully selected by Siniang to decorate beside.
As soon as I raised my head, I saw that dreamy purple, and my mood immediately relaxed. I let my body lie down on the soft big bed, looked at the window with warm light, and smelled the human smoke coming from the kitchen. A surge of gratitude.
So he put down what he was doing, got up, went into the main room, and took out the raincoats and bamboo hats hanging on the wall.
It is difficult to switch from luxury to frugality. Now the old man-made mill has been vacant and no one wants to go there. The only water mill in Qin Yao's house is a bit too crowded to use.
Thinking of the hardships of the autumn harvest these days, now that the work is done, Qin Yao decided to reward herself with a little sense of ceremony.
Liu Ji clapped his hands with satisfaction, closed the door, and tiptoed out.
At the end of the autumn harvest and all the millet was dried, Liujia Village ushered in the first heavy rain of autumn.
The rain covered people's voices, and the world was silent, leaving only the sound of rain.
The three Dalang brothers immediately rushed into the kitchen with their fish baskets in their hands, and soon the room was filled with their excited laughter.
Si Niang tried her best to wave a handful of wild flowers in her hand, "niang! Look at me, look at me!"
Qin Yao took a look, waved her hand, and said with a smile: "Awang, there is extra food tonight!"
Today, the little girl followed her brothers into the mountains. Her head was full of grass seeds, her messy hair style, and her expectant look were funny and cute.
Siniang's excited shouts came from the door.
Without him having to say anything, the four brothers and sisters immediately took it and put it on, then lined up and followed Awang to the backyard like thieves.
“Aniang!”
Liu Ji muttered: "Pretending~"
The dim candlelight in the courtyard shines through the paper windows, bringing a touch of warmth to the room, and the purple bouquets add a touch of gorgeous dreamy color to this light warmth.
It is the smell of a mixture of various nectars. It is not strong. It is the kind of fragrance that seems to be gone when someone walks by. It disappears in a flash, but it can make people feel relaxed and happy.
But his body was very honest. He walked to the corner of the backyard and dug out a few broken clay pots that were not in use. He smoothed the cracks like Qin Yao just did, and then inserted the wild flowers that Siniang had left on the porch into the pots.
Qin Yao didn't care. The cost of the water mill at home had already been recovered, and it was troublesome to have to repair it every three to five days. The village had replaced a large mill, so she could keep the small mill for her own use.
Awang was sitting under the eaves picking peanuts, and he could see at a glance that the children were eager to try.
Dalang said happily: "We went to the mountains and found some in a creek. They were big and strong. My fourth uncle told me to take them back and let Awang pick out the big ones and steam them. It's so sweet!"
The earth-colored pottery dish contains light yellow oval-shaped soap, which complements the purple and white flowers. It is colorful, exquisite and beautiful, and full of ritual feeling!
The evening breeze was blowing and when his body cooled down, Awang just prepared warm water and put it in the shower room.
The big lazy man sent the little lazy man, Erlang pulled Sanlang up from the water basin, "You go."
He went into the bathroom to wash up, and Qin Yao came in behind to check whether there was any money hanging on the beam.
Hurry to the backyard, climb up to the attic, and take down the bamboo basket hanging from the beam. Before you even get close, you can already smell the sweet fragrance of flowers.
Saburo yelled, raised his legs and ran away, as if he had unlimited energy and couldn't use it up. "Auntie, here it is." Sanlang quickly handed the plate to Qin Yao and ran back to the water tank to continue washing the mud on his legs.
With a sound of "Pa!", Siniang jumped into the rain curtain first. Seeing the water splashing high at her feet, she covered her mouth and rolled her eyes with laughter.
Green crabs are crowded in a small fish basket. The crab legs crawl around and scratch on the bamboo slices, making a rustling sound that makes people's skin crawl.
The small village shrouded in rain is like an ink landscape painting by a Chinese artist. The dim sky suppresses all colors into gray-white.
One was placed on the table in the main room, another was placed on the low table of the mat in the courtyard, and the last one was quietly put into Qin Yao's room like a thief and placed next to the weapon rack at the head of the bed.
Some people are happy and some are sad.
Liu Ji in the room is like the herbs in the furnace. He is suffering from Qin Yao's examination questions and wants to live and die.
(End of this chapter)
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