In the countryside at that time, there were two kinds of appliances that were shared. One was a well, and the people called it "guanjing"; the other was "stone grinding," and the ordinary people called "guan grind." My hometown, two hundred families, only two wells, three stone grinding. The wells hit the rocks and they had to hit dozens of feet deep before they saw the water. People take water nearby, pick shoulders, pull carts, hand-carrying pots, and listen to respect. The stone is evenly distributed, with one plate in the middle of the village and one plate each at the east and west. Each disk has a fixed user, no special circumstances, generally do not change. Some rich people have their own stone grind, but very few. Individual stone grinds are generally in their own homes and are rarely used by others. Although people at that time could not eat fine rice noodles every day, even if the skin was eaten, they could not be swallowed and had to be crushed. So every day someone is "pushing". A plate of grindstone is used by six or seventy households. The degree of busyness can be imagined. In order to be orderly, people must "roll" every day. It is a good place in order. Some people took up one or two at night. The form of “rolling mill” is different. Some of them are marked on the plate, some put stones of different shapes, some put small blocks, some use small ones that are often used, and others put small ones. ... For a long time, people have become familiar with each family's mark. Who is in the front and who is behind will generally not make mistakes.

Wells and stone mills link people's daily life and emotions together. Using a plate of stone to grind the surface of a well and drink water from a well has become the standard for measuring folks. Sometimes the two family members have some embarrassment, and the respected old man comes out and advises: "Eating a well's water, rolling it with a roller, and making a difference with the family, what's the big deal. No one else's children. Throw it in the well. It'll be a good time to meet and smile." So the two families will reconcile. After all, I couldn't see my head down. When I met, I was embarrassed. Say hello and say good things in my heart. The next time you push the roller, you rush to the same place. You help me sweep the table. I help you lolo noodles and smile at you. Everything is gone. Stone crushed into the axis that promotes the neighborhood and the hustle and bustle