Ignoring Ren Hongwei, who failed to play the treasure, Qian Hong sat enough and took a look at the house, making sure that Ma Ji was no different from those little hairy heads who played games, and then he drank a few sips of water, and came out with the wooden box containing the tools, threw it on the ground with a bang, and arranged the work in detail: "I'll start with the mud, and the two of you will find a way to dig two holes in the upper and lower positions of the iron bucket." ”

"Hole, I understand! Qian Hong, you want to make a stove?" Zhang Qiang finally guessed Qian Hong's thoughts: "Then put the stove on this stroller, and then give it to Grandma Wang Yue?"

"If you guess, let's do it quickly, you two can't eat Grandma Wang Yue's quail eggs for nothing!" Qian Hong finished talking and started to drumble.

Without the right tools, Ren Hongwei and Zhang Qiang could only use the most stupid method, they took out nails and hammers, and then opened the nails in the right place, and took the trouble to nail a circle of small holes in the iron bucket, followed by steel bars and screwdrivers, and used brute force to connect the small holes together, so that the iron sheet in the middle part was naturally taken off, and finally the edge of the iron sheet was smashed flat with a small hammer, and the spike part of the province hurt people later.

The next step was Qian Hong's turn, he used the mud that had been dug and melted and passed through the water to coat the inside of the iron bucket with a thick layer, put the small steel bars in the right place between the two holes, and let them play the role of a fence, and the last step was to take out the board and briquettes from the small stove of the coal shed, and make a fire to slowly dry the mud.

Of course, this step is also the most important step, if the fire is too strong and the mud cracks early, and it cannot be integrated with the iron bucket, then the second half of the process has to be restarted.

Taking advantage of this time, Qian Hong and the others cleaned up the dilapidated stroller, added some oil to the wheel bearings, wrapped cloth strips around the handrails, removed the excess parts, reinforced the car, and put thin wooden planks underneath.

After going crazy with Qian Hong for most of the day, Ren Hongwei and Zhang Qiang went home to eat, and seeing that the fuel in the iron bucket was still burning for a while, Qian Hong collected half of the money from selling quails today, and then left the house with the other half and walked towards the grain store near the cooperative.

Wang Yue's grandmother brought back less and less grains from the small station, and it was not enough to feed his own quails, so in order to fill the small mouths of those quails, Qian Hong could only find another way to raise food, and finally after thinking about it, he hit the idea on Ma Ji's mother's head.

In this era when every household still relies on grain and signs food stamps to buy rations, Ma Ji's mother is a big celebrity in the limelight, and everyone usually looks up to her, just to get some good, fresh and rare when buying grain, although Heilongjiang is an important grain producing area in the country, these workers in the shipyard will not starve, but it is impossible for you to eat fat.

"Aunt Zhao!" As soon as the front foot stepped into the door of the grain store, Qian Hong shouted obediently with the back foot.

"Daewoo, are you here to buy something?" Ma Ji's mother, who was holding a big dustpan in her hand and was sifting something, smiled, as Qian Hong's popularity grew, she looked at Qian Hong more and more pleasing to the eye, but unfortunately Ma Ji was a stinky boy, otherwise Qian Hong would have had a chance to be her son-in-law.

"My mom told me to buy some bud rice noodles. ”

"How much do you want?"

"Oh, I forgot the food book, what's the matter?"

"Then I'll write it down for you first, and the next time I get the grain, write it down." "This is not the first time, Ma Ji's mother sang a double reed with Qian Hong, you must know that there is more than one salesperson in the grain store, and the surface work still has to be done.

"Thank you, Aunt Zhao, I will definitely remember it next time. ”

"How many pounds does that cost?"

"It costs ten catties, my mother plans to steam flatbread, isn't it convenient to eat, and it also goes well with stewed sauerkraut. ”

"Wait for me, I'll get it for you!"

As she spoke, Ma Ji's mother put down the dustpan and began to scoop out from a hemp bag in the corner, these are the cheapest bud rice noodles, a little damp, a little toothy, usually belong to the goods that everyone can't look down on, but the relative price is also low, and the management of the grain store is not very strict.

After quickly loading it, he weighed and collected the money, and then when Qian Hong was about to walk out of the grain store, he suddenly noticed the contents of the big dustpan, which was actually a rare wolfberry, which was a good thing!

"Aunt Zhao, is this wolfberry a pound?" Qian Hong, who was holding the bud rice noodles, asked casually.

"Do you want to buy it?" Ma Ji's mother picked up the big dustpan again, but when she fanned it gently, bursts of fine powder flew out of those wolfberries.

"This, this is a raw worm, right?" Qian Hong asked uncertainly, and suddenly his interest in buying was gone.

At this time, Ma Ji's mother saw that her colleague didn't pay attention to this, so she came to Qian Hong's front and grabbed a handful of them into his pocket like lightning, and then whispered: "This is a good thing, but it's too expensive, and I can't sell this bit of goods, but I accidentally got worms, and I'm not cleaning it up." ”

"What a pity!" Qian Hong shook his head.

"It's a pity that there is no recruitment, the public things are like this, if they are broken, they can be reported for damage, and if they are gone, it will be a big deal. After saying it in an old fritter tone, Ma Ji's mother fanned again and again, and used the natural wind to shake out the debris eaten by insects, so as to preserve the remaining wolfberries.

"Then Aunt Zhao, I'll go home first. ”

"Well, run slowly, don't get stuck!"

"Got it!"

Qian Hong, who left the grain store, returned home with a beautiful taste, first put the bud rice noodles into the coal shed, and then went to the kitchen to take out an empty bowl and patiently picked out the wolfberry, estimating that it could be more than three or two, of which there were three percent of the damaged and insect, so these became the quails in the breeding cage next to the meal, which was really luxurious.

Looking back at the iron bucket stove, Qian Hong found that the mud had been burned to yellow and white, and then it could be used when it cooled down.

People's hearts are long, for such a helpless grandfather and grandson, if you can help, you can help more, everyone sees it in their eyes, and slowly the popularity and prestige will gather, and a good reputation is like layers of armor, as if the last time Liu Cheng came to make trouble in the Heavenly Palace, Qian Hong never wanted to experience it again.