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    At three o'clock in the morning, Wang Xuyang got out of the bed. After rubbing his eyes, he picked up his mobile phone and looked at it, only to find that it was already ten o'clock in the morning.  After washing up, Wang Xuyang walked into the living room and found that his parents had already gone out, leaving only a few large steamed buns and a bowl of porridge.  Fortunately, it is summer now, and the steamed buns are not too cold to bite. A bowl of cold porridge combined with the steamed buns makes Wang Xuyang feel full.  After pushing open the courtyard door and taking a few steps forward, I saw my fourth grandpa Wang Xianyun driving two lambs to graze, "Good morning, fourth grandpa, let's herd the sheep." "Hey, isn't this Xiaoyang, when?  Come back, why didn't I see you yesterday?" Wang Xianyun turned around and smiled after hearing Wang Xuyang's inquiry.  "I just came back last night, so of course you didn't see me. By the way, Fourth Grandpa, have you seen my parents?" Wang Xuyang replied with a smile.  Wang Xianyun pointed to the hill behind Wang Xuyang's house and said, "I saw them going up the mountain with hoes in the morning. You can go to your house and have a look." "Fourth grandpa, thank you. I'll come and have a drink with you when I have time."  Wang Xuyang waved his hand, said goodbye, and walked towards the dirt along the path to the back mountain.  "In front of Wang Xuyang's house is the Qingyuan River, with his rice fields on the left and right sides. In addition to the bamboo forest in the back mountain, there is a whole piece of land further up, with various crops green and full of vitality.  "Clatter", walking along the Qingyuan Creek at the door, the clear stream exudes dazzling brilliance in the sun, and the unique smell of wild chrysanthemums on the roadside also makes Wang Xuyang deeply intoxicated.  Naturally, I met many acquaintances on the road, and they were more or less related to Wang Xuyang, so he would say hello to everyone cordially.  Now the most planted thing on the mountain is corn, each corn is as tall as a person, and the corn cobs have already been formed.  Wang Xuyang peeled off a leaf and pinched it with his nails. The yellow-white slurry flowed out, which proved that the corn was very tender and suitable for cooking sweet corn.  "By the way, making corn cakes is also good. I haven't eaten it for a long time and I miss it." Wang Xuyang suddenly remembered another way to make corn and couldn't help but swallow his saliva.  In fact, he said that corn cakes are similar to steamed corn cakes, but the difference is that steamed corn cakes are made from dried corn, while corn cakes are made from young corn.  The method is similar. After grinding, mix with flour and stir. After some condensation, use various steamers to steam with water.  In terms of taste, the steamed buns are better, more delicate and smooth, but Wang Xuyang still likes corn cakes because his corn cakes have a strong corn flavor and are closer to nature.  ¡­ After going up the mountain, Wang Xuyang saw his parents busy in the cornfield from a distance. His father was digging drainage ditches and his mother was pulling weeds.  After walking forward, Wang Xuyang took the hoe from his father's hand and said, "Dad, you go and have a rest and drink some tea. I'll dig." "Okay", Wang Jianqing wiped the sweat from his forehead and walked aside.  Pour a cup of big-leaf tea and watch Wang Xuyang working, his face full of joy.  "Drink", holding the hoe high, Wang Xuyang slammed the sharp side of the hoe into the soil, and with a slight movement, a large piece of soil was brought out and piled aside.  Although digging soil seems simple, there is still a lot of knowledge involved. How high should you lift the hoe to save effort, and at what angle can you dig at to bring out more soil? Everyone has their own experience.  Although Wang Xuyang has not touched a hoe in several years, he has not completely forgotten the experience of doing farm work with his father, so half an hour later, a medium-sized drainage ditch was dug.  "Son, let's take a rest. Mom will cook whatever you want for lunch." Seeing Wang Xuyang finish work, Hu Shuying handed him a towel to wipe his face and asked.  "I saw the corn was tender just now, why don't you make some corn cakes to eat? I haven't eaten them for a long time," Wang Xuyang suggested while wiping his sweat.  "Okay, if you want to eat it, mom will cook it for you, and we'll break some corn and go home." With that, Hu Shuying walked into the cornfield and started picking corn.  "I'm here to help, too." After hurriedly drinking a sip of tea, Wang Xuyang also ran into the corn field and began to select corn cobs with larger and tender seeds.  As soon as he walked into the cornfield, Wang Xuyang couldn't help but frown, because today he was wearing short-sleeved shorts, and the corn leaves were sharp, so he keenly felt a thin cut on his arm.  "But this small cut doesn't matter. It's just redness and itching for a while. Just take a shower and it will be fine. Rural people are not so delicate.  A few minutes later, mother and son broke off about 20 corn cobs and piled them on the ridge aside. Father Wang Jianqing quickly shouted, "That's enough, that's enough. Breaking too many cobs is a waste." "Well, let's go back then.  "Okay." Hu Shuying looked at the quantity, nodded, and brought it.A snakeskin bag was used to hold the corn.  "Wait, let me break off a corn stalk and try it." When the family was about to leave, Wang Xuyang jumped into the cornfield again and broke off a corn stalk that had already been broken off.  "How old is this child who still eats corn stalks?" Looking at Wang Xuyang's actions, I felt a little bit dumbfounded.  "Hehe", Wang Xuyang just smiled and put the corn stalk into his mouth. After peeling off the skin, he took a piece of it and chewed it in his mouth.  Corn stalks are similar to sugar cane in appearance and taste, and are also rich in sugar. Whenever Wang Xuyang harvested corn when he was a child, he would choose some and put them at home to eat slowly.  Today, I also suddenly remembered that that¡¯s why Wang Xuyang was like a child, breaking the corn stalks again and eating them.  ¡­ The family returned home talking and laughing, and together they peeled off the corn seeds and put them in an iron bucket.  Wang Xuyang¡¯s family has a lot of metal utensils, such as buckets, scripts, etc. These were given by his seventh father and are durable. Even if they are broken, they can just be repaired.  After shelling the corn seeds, Wang Xuyang rushed to the head of the village, because his fifth grandfather, Wang Xianqin, had a beater at the house of the village. Generally, villagers would go to him when they wanted to eat tofu pudding or other foods that required grinding crops.  When Wang Xuyang walked to the end of the village, he saw Fifth Master basking in the sun and said with a smile, "Fifth Master, help me beat the corn to make corn cakes." "Okay. Xiaoyang, wait a moment, it will be ready soon."  Wang Xianqin stood up from the recliner, took the bucket from Wang Xuyang's hand, and walked towards the beater.  Plug in the electricity, open the water pipe, and pour the corn seeds in the bucket into the funnel on the machine. After a while, the sweet slurry will flow into the bucket from the outlet.  "Grandpa Wu, please keep the money." After the machine stopped, Wang Xuyang took out two yuan and handed it to Wang Xianqin. After all, the beater also consumes electricity.  "No, Xiaoyang, aren't you looking down on my grandpa? It's just a matter of using some electricity." Wang Xianqin refused quickly, then turned around and lay back on the chair.  "You can't break the rules. I'll leave the money here for you. Do you want it?" After some pushing, Wang Xuyang had no choice but to put the money on the table and leave with the bucket.  "This kid is acting rogue." When Wang Xianqin heard this, he quickly stood up, grabbed the money and chased Wang Xuyang. However, at the age of 60 or 70, there was no way he could catch up, so he had no choice but to shake his head.  An hour later, the golden corn cakes were wrapped in corn leaves and served on the table. Wang Xuyang couldn't wait to pick one up, peel it open, and take a bite.  The unique fragrance of corn, as well as the soft texture and sweet taste, filled Wang Xuyang's mouth. He only thought it was delicious, but it was actually very simple.  ¡­¡­
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