"Husband, let's build a house by our mountain land," An Jing suggested. "Later on, we can develop the surrounding area, plant some flowers and fruit trees. It can be our very own paradise."
"Hmm," Xiao Changyi hugged An Jing's hand tighter.
"So should we start building the house first or make the furniture?"
"Grind rice first, we're running low on rice at home."
Grinding rice, that is, the process of removing the husks from harvested grain, produces rice bran from the husks, and what's left are the white rice kernels.
When An Jing heard Xiao Changyi say this, she remembered that they indeed didn't have much rice at home, and grinding rice should be done first.
Last time, he bought fifty catties of polished rice, which had lasted them about a month. Moreover, during the busy farming days, in order to replenish their strength and ensure they had the energy to work, they ate meals with white rice, which only made the rice run out faster.
