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Chapter 7 Popcorn

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    Looking forward to the stars, looking forward to the moon, finally ushered in the days when I don¡¯t have to go to school and study on weekends.  Although you can not only learn knowledge at school, but also play with many children.  But we still prefer the feeling of staying at home during the holidays. If we are not in a hurry in the morning, we don¡¯t have to get up too early, and we don¡¯t have to walk so far to go to school.

    After breakfast, I ran into grandma¡¯s room. There was a cabinet on the right hand side of the door. On the cabinet was my most precious glass bottle. There were 8 marbles in the bottle, each in a different color. I gently opened the bottle cap.  After careful consideration, he took out 5 marbles and put them in his trouser bag, recapped the bottle cap, put the bottle back in its original position, turned around and ran out of the gate.

    There are 3 little friends in the yard, Ren Yuntao from the big brother¡¯s family, Ren Lei from the second grandfather¡¯s family, and Tian Yuan from Yao¡¯s grandfather¡¯s family.  Da Laoye and Second Grandpa are brothers, but they don't seem to have any blood relationship with my family.  Grandpa Yao and my grandfather are brothers.

    Ren Yuntao is 2 years younger than me, and we usually play together whenever we have time. Ren Lei and Tian Yuan are the same age, much younger than me, so we can't play together at this time.

    Just halfway there, before arriving at Ren Yuntao's house, I saw Ren Yuntao running over happily in the distance.  Hahaha, they really are brothers, they all think the same.  I reached out to my trouser bag, squeezed a few marbles in the palm of my hand, put my fist in front of Ren Yuntao, and said, "Guess how many marbles are there, and if you guess correctly, it will be yours."

    I stared at him calmly, firmly thinking that he would not guess.  "Oh, guess what, I'm here to tell you the good news."

    "What's the good news?" I stared at him with disappointment and expectation.  "Under Ermazi, at the consignment store, there's a popcorn maker. Hurry up and go back and ask your grandma to go down and make it for you. Corn and rice are fine. You can get two catties for three catties. Hurry up."

    The rice flower maker is here!  This is not bad!  Happiness came too suddenly!  I quickly turned around and ran home.  As soon as I entered the gate, I met grandma who came out after feeding the chickens, and said to grandma with a smile: "Grandma, the rice cracker that Ren Yuntao just said is here, under Ermazi, 3 catties for 2 catties, corn and rice can be beaten."  ", after finishing speaking, I stared at grandma expectantly.

    Grandma walked into the house and said: "3 catties and 2 catties, let's go, grandma will get you something."  Entering grandma's room, I held a liter (a former measuring tool, wooden, similar to a large square bowl) and stood beside the rice cabinet.

    After grandma opened the cabinet, she said: "There is no corn at home, so I will beat you with rice, one liter."  I hurriedly nodded in agreement.  My family¡¯s shengzi needs to be filled with 3 catties and 3 taels, and the rice crackers will become damp after a long time, and they are not crispy when eaten. 2 catties of rice crackers are enough.

    Bring the rice-filled shengzi to the kitchen and put it on the dining table. Grandma took out a small bag and put the rice in the shengzi into it. With the bag in one hand and me in the other, she rushed to the consignment store of Ermazi  go.

    The length of the distance will often become short due to eagerness, but the joy in the heart will be gradually magnified.

    Not long after, my grandma and I arrived at Ermazi's consignment store.  The small roads in the village and neighboring villages cross the main road, and here in this consignment store, they form a crossroads.  Many people who do rural peddling business basically stop here, waiting for people from several nearby yards to buy their things.

    When we arrived, there were quite a few people around, including 4-5 adults and even more children.  After I found Ren Yuntao and his grandma in the crowd, I ran to the popcorn box with Ren Yuntao and watched carefully.

    The person responsible for making popcorn for us was an old man in his 70s by visual inspection.  The old man was very thin, wearing a small gown, with his trouser legs rolled up halfway, turning the popcorn machine with his left hand, and pulling the bellows with his right hand.  The popcorn machine looks black and looks a bit like a cannonball. Its tail is fixed on the shelf, and there is a turntable extending from the head for easy rotation.  There is a pressure gauge in the middle of the turntable. The function of the pressure gauge is beyond my understanding.

    There is a small stove-like thing under the shelf, which burns firewood, providing a steady stream of heat for the popcorn machine.  The raging fire kept burning the popcorn machine, and the old man turned the machine faster and faster, and the bellows were also whirring.

    After 2-3 minutes, the frequency of the old man pulling the bellows gradually slowed down, and the frequency of the machine's rotation also gradually slowed down. At this time, it means that the popcorn is about to be ready, and the attention of our group of children is also highly concentrated in an instant.  He held his breath and stared at the popcorn machine excitedly.

    The old man got up quickly, picked up the thick cloth on the ground with his right hand, covered it with the handle of the machine, pinched it with both hands, and lifted the machine with a strong lift, twisted it slightly forward, and after the tail of the machine was disengaged,  Pick up the whole thing and go to the cloth pocket prepared in advance.

    Just about 2 meters away from the machine, there is a very long cloth pocket, the end of which is??It was tied tightly with a rope to prevent things from leaking out.  At the entrance of the pocket, tie it with wire a few times, so that the opening can stand up, so that the machine can be put in easily.

    The old man put the machine in the opening of the pocket. After arranging the position, he held the handle with his left hand and stepped on the lever with his right foot to align it with the pocket. At this critical moment, everyone¡¯s eyes were fixed on him, and I seemed to be able to hear my own heartbeat.  Voice.

    The old man grinned, showing a few remaining big yellow teeth, and said to us with a smirk on his face, "Kids, go farther away, and cover your ears when the bomb hits you, the sound is very loud."

    I hurriedly pulled Ren Yuntao back a few steps, covered my ears with my hands, and focused on the old man's next movements.

    After a loud noise of "Boom!", accompanied by a burst of white smoke, the air was quickly filled with the unique fragrance of rice grains.

    After the rice crackers were put into the bag, the old man shook the rice crackers to the end of the bag. The host hurriedly took the container prepared in advance, untied the rope at the end of the bag, and the white rice crackers fell into it one by one.

    After retying the rope, the old man took the rice from the next family with both hands, quickly put it on the scale, and after weighing it, checked it with the owner's family.  Pour everything into the rice flour machine, and start a new round of operation.

    Happy time is always fast, when I was carrying my rice flower, the sun was already very fierce.  I squeezed 2 handfuls of rice flower in my trouser bag with my small hands, and ran home with Ren Yuntao first.  Grandma and other elderly people in the yard chatted and walked behind.

    The popcorn that I brought home, my grandma would pack it for me in a big airtight bag.  A bag of rice crackers looks like a lot, but it won't last for a few days.  I usually save about half of what I eat, and I stipulate three handfuls a day, one in the morning, one in the afternoon, and another in the evening.  Because rice crackers don't come here often, and rice is very precious, I can deeply understand the hard work of farming.

    After a few days, there are often some rice crackers left, which become soft because they are reluctant to eat them. The softened rice crackers have another flavor, which can be chewed slowly or soaked in hot water.

    A handful of rice crackers and half a bowl of hot water are as sweet as porridge and can fill your stomach.  This is my favorite rice flower.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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