After being reborn as a widowed wife, she holds the supermarket space in her hands

After the corn was dried, Ding Shilei happened to have no carpentry work, so he stayed at home to rub the corn kernels.

Ding Shilei's hands are big and rough, and he rubs the corn kernels quickly without using his hands.

But at the end of the day, even rough hands can't stand it.

Gao Wen saw that his hands were red. Although Ding Shilei behaved as usual and didn't say a word of pain, Gao Wen could still see that he was in pain.

Ding Shilei alone would not be able to produce a few acres of corn. After dinner, Gao Wen and Ding Xiaolan rubbed the corn.

After Ding Shiping finished his homework and taught Shen Xiaojun, the two joined in.

After Gao Wen rubbed it for the first time, he immediately noticed that it was not easy.

First use a screwdriver to poke off a row of corn kernels, and then rub the corn kernels down with your hands along the gap.

After Gao Wen rubbed it a few times, he felt a little pain in his hand.

Then she rubbed two corn cobs against each other to get the corn kernels out, which made her hands less painful, but it was also more laborious.

After working for more than an hour, Gao Wen felt that his hands were not his own, and they were very sore.

No, you must buy a hand-cranked corn kernel tool.

Gao Wen made a secret decision, and the next day, she went to the county market to buy tools, a hand-cranked threshing machine.

The whole hand thresher is made of iron, and the bottom fixed position is made of wood.

More than ten yuan is not too expensive, but most people are not willing to buy it.

After Gao Wen bought it, he sent it home first, and asked Ding Shilei to rub the corn with it.

There is a round hole slightly wider than the corn on the top, and the corn is put in from here.

Then there is a big round belly below, and there are spikes inside, which can take off the corn kernels.

Next to it is a handle, shake the handle, the corn will automatically go down and complete the threshing process.

Ding Shilei didn't say "what's the point of buying it?" Gao Wen bought it all, and it was impossible to return it, so what he said was useless.

Using a hand thresher is indeed much faster than manual labor, but after a long time, the arms will still be tired.

Gao Wen couldn't help but try it a few times. It was fun at first, but it became boring and tiring after more.

The fact that Ding's family bought a hand-cranked threshing machine quickly spread in Xiaoshenzhuang.

Someone came to borrow it in the afternoon, and Gao Wen was not at home, so Ding Shilei made his own decisions and lent it out.

Ding Shilei took note of everyone who came to borrow, and told the other party who he was behind.

After Gao Wen came back, Ding Shilei told her about it.

Gao Wen didn't blame Ding Shilei, but was a little worried.

Soon something that Gao Wen was worried about happened.

The cause of the incident was as follows. When the hand-cranked threshing machine was in Shen San's house, someone who was close to him came to borrow it.

He borrowed it on his own initiative.

But when it was the turn of Wang Er's family who used the hand-cranked threshing machine to get it from Shen San's house, they realized that Shen San had given the machine to someone else.

Now, Wang Er quit, saying that it was his family's turn, why should Shen San lend it to others.

The two quarreled, and in the end they even had a big fight, which reached the village head.

After the village chief learned that the culprit was the Ding family, he called Gao Wen and Ding Shilei to the village committee.

When Gao Wen arrived, he saw that the two men were all covered with scars, which showed how fierce the battle was.

Seeing Ding Shilei, Wang Er's eyes sparkled, and he hurriedly confirmed with Ding Shilei: "Xiao Ding, when I went to borrow an opportunity from you, did you tell me that I am behind Shen San?"

Ding Shilei nodded in approval.

Seeing this, Wang Er showed a smile, and then asked Shen San angrily, "Did you see that Xiao Ding admitted it.

Obviously it's my turn, why would you lend the phone to someone else, it's not yours! "