Around the Dragon Boat Festival, taking advantage of the rare holiday time for the production team after watering, the grandparents discussed with the eldest uncle and the widow to grind all the remaining wheat into flour. They washed the wheat while talking, the speaker had no intention of listening, I heard the noise and wanted to follow, grandma said that the road of more than ten miles is too far for you to go, uncle and the widow are busy grinding, I don't care about you, I want to go. After the eldest uncle saw it, he said to his grandmother and grandfather: "The doll has been in our house for so long, we are busy with work and have never taken him out to play, anyway, there is not much food, I will find a donkey cart and pull the baby out to play"! I was overjoyed to hear this, and repeatedly assured my grandmother that the adults would not be bothered, and gave the example of me not crying when I had cowpox......Hearing my words, everyone laughed happily, and when I went to bed at night, I told my grandmother to call me ...... in the morningGrandma said, "Good, good! As long as you are obedient ......"That night, I was very excited, looking forward to going out in the donkey cart after dawn, and the next morning without waiting for my grandmother to call me, I got up early, and after breakfast, my uncle drove the donkey cart, pulled me and the grain, and followed me like an old hen protecting the chickens, and told me to sit down and hold on to the rope so as not to fall out of the car.
The weather was particularly sunny that day, with a few white clouds floating in the blue sky, and the melodious and melodious pigeon whistle whistling, with the pigeons flocking high and low, far and near, the pigeons were excitedly playing in the air, circling ......The donkey cart alarmed the sparrows in the poplar trees, and they flew around in flocks, combined with the pigeons soaring in the sky, adding a touch of beauty to the bright sky, and the wheat seedlings in the fields by the dirt road, as if they had risen from the ground overnight, because they had just been watered, grew exceptionally vigorously! The fragrance of the moist earth and the fragrance of the date flowers are mixed together, and the sweet silk smells particularly good. I don't know if it's because I've never seen such a "beautiful scenery", or because people are in good spirits on happy occasions, and I don't think it's as far as my grandmother said, and after a while we came to the mill. The eldest uncle carried the bags one by one to the mill, unloaded the donkey cart, and tied the reins to a tree beside the meadow, and the donkeys snorted merrily as they grazed.
The dilapidated mill leans against a small dirt slope, and behind the mill is a small river that is not too wide. The clear water of the river flows by, the dandelions bloom with bright yellow flowers, and the beautiful butterflies dance on the green grass. My uncle and my uncle told me not to go to the water's edge to play. I agreed, but my curious eyes swept around, and I looked in at the door: this was a dilapidated water mill, the roof was covered with hanging ash, and the water mill was mainly composed of upper and lower fan grinding discs, rotating shafts, water wheel discs, and brackets. The upper grinding disc is suspended on the support, and the lower grinding disc is installed on the rotating shaft, and the other end of the rotating shaft is equipped with a water wheel disc, and the water wheel disc is rotated with the potential energy of water, so as to drive the rotation of the lower grinding disc. The grinding disc is made of hard stone, and the upper and lower grinding discs are engraved with opposite spiral patterns, and the purpose of crushing wheat is achieved through the rotation of the lower grinding disc. Through the gaps in the wooden floor, you can see the shallow puddle of water and the wet mud under the mill. The eldest uncle poured the wheat into the granary on the mill, opened the gate, and the powerful water rushed against the wooden wheel, driving the grinding plate, and spun up rapidly, followed by the sound of rushing water and the noisy sound of grinding flour. The uncle's main job is to put wheat on the top, and the main job of the uncle is to clean the grinding disc, sifting the noodles with a basket over and over again, and covering his mouth and nostrils with a turban, and the uncle has no mask and after a while his head is covered with white dust on his eyelashes and nostrils. After watching for a while, I went to pick dandelions on the grass next to me.
After about two or three hours of work, the dough was finally polished. My uncle and the men packed up their white and black flour and bran, washed their hands and faces by the river, set up the donkey cart, and when they came home, it was a downhill road, and both my uncle and the widow could sit on the cart, and as soon as my uncle drove the cart out of the mill and walked out of the road, I fell asleep in my arms, and when the sun went down, I arrived home.
When I got home, I just woke up and I couldn't care about being hungry, as if Columbus had discovered the New World, and told my grandparents and uncles how to grind noodles with a water mill, how beautiful dandelions looked, and how beautiful butterflies were. How wide the river was, how clear the water was, my grandmother kissed and praised me with a smile, and affectionately urged me to eat.
To this day, I have never treated that grinding dough as an ordinary chore. Because that "trip" broadened my horizons, increased my knowledge, and made me, a frog at the bottom of the well, understand that there are still many unknown things in the world. It stimulated my curiosity and desire to explore, and laid a good foundation for listening carefully and studying hard during my future school years.