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? Extraction code: rile Whenever night falls, grandma can't wait to take out knives, scissors, chisels, nails and other tools under the faint kerosene lamp to make durable sandals soles. The children at home have nothing to do, and they pass tools to grandma from time to time. After measuring the size, grandma made the sole out of wood or bamboo. The soles are usually 3 cm to 5 cm high, and in the middle layer, she will stuff some soft Artemisia annua. Then, she nailed nails around the shoes and carved several dense horizontal stripes on the bottom with a knife to prevent slipping when walking. Grandma kept turning her hands left and right, repeatedly processing and polishing the woven sandals. After many twists and turns, the straw sandals were finished. The straw sandals woven in this way are very warm in winter and very cool in summer. Grandfather squatted on the ground pulling weeds, so I planted flowers for him. Grandpa only knew that I was playing tricks on his hat, but he didn't know what I was doing. I put a circle of flowers and twenty or thirty red flowers on his straw hat. I laughed as I inserted it, when I heard my grandfather say, "It rained heavily this spring, and our roses are blooming so well." Erli Road is also afraid of smelling it. "He made me tremble with laughter. I can hardly support it. When I finished the insertion, my grandfather still didn't know if it was safe. He is still pulling weeds. I stood in the distance. I dare not look at my grandfather. I just want to laugh. So I took the opportunity to go into the house and find something to eat. Before I returned to the garden, my grandfather entered the house. Grandma saw the red flower as soon as she came in. Seeing that she said nothing, she smiled. Father and mother laughed, too. I laughed the most and rolled on the kang. Grandpa took off his hat and saw the fragrance of the rose not because of the heavy rain this spring, but because the flower was on his head. He put down his hat and couldn't help laughing for ten minutes. After a while, he remembered and smiled again. One night, when I came back from cram school, I passed the brightly lit night market street opposite the school and suddenly heard the cry of "Stop thief". A thin girl is desperately chasing a young man. In the blink of an eye, the man came to me, and I stopped him without thinking much. Maybe he was a little scared when he saw my burly figure, so he left his wallet and ran away. In this way, I met Xiaoyue dramatically. Before 1970s, farmers mainly depended on stone mills to process grains, and the milled grains raised several generations of villagers. Now it has completed its historical mission, lying on the side in obscurity and wiping away the past of countless farmers.